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Come Dreamwalk With Me (Open Log)

Dec 22, 2009 03:22

Who: Polly (curious_copycat ) and anyone who feels like it.
What: Nocturnal Telepathic Shenanigans, Random CR, Drama, Exposition, Crack, Surreal Shite, Whatever you want.
Where: In Your Head
When: Tonight
Warnings: A few of Polly's memories might come with her. Beyond that, it depends on the dreams (or nightmares). Anything can happen.
Style: [Action Brackets ( Read more... )

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choppinurdogz December 22 2009, 09:10:37 UTC

Rorschach was having a nightmare. He stood there in a barren wasteland, surrounded by smoke. By fire. By death. All around him, innocents were suffering, choking to death, dying slowly and painfully. And not just anonymous people he had never met. Kitty Genovese. Blair Roche. Claire Benett. Daniel. People he had known before waking up on this ship. He tried to run towards them. All of them. To help them. To get them away. But everytime they tried, they had decayed down to a skeleton by the time he reached them.

"No," he said to himself, his normally dry monotone now drenched with pain and misery. He dropped to his knees and began punching the ground repeatedly in frustration. "NononononononononoNONONONONOOOOOOO!!!! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRLL!!!!!!"

He was immediately snapped out of this by the chuckling of a male voice. He spun around only to see a tall blonde man wearing a purple business suit.

"VEIDT!!!" Rorschach growled, his voice twisted with pure contempt ( ... )

curious_copycat December 22 2009, 12:40:28 UTC

It was only as she crossed into the microcosm of Rorschach's dream, and caught sight of him through the smoke and dust, that she recognized whose it was. Instantly she had started toward him, picking up on his anguish and rage acutely, wanting to reach out, wanting to help. However, it was as though the ground moved beneath her with each step she took, and she found herself making no progress.

As such, a little piece of his nightmare became hers, as she was forced to watch impotently as the people crumbled away, as the arrogant Veidt taunted him... It was only as the red-haired woman--there was only one person it could be--took a swing at him, awakening bad memories and stirring a rage that she barely dared to acknowledge, that Polly found the will to make the ground still beneath her feet.

"STOP!!!The girl had flung out her hand at the sight of the little boy flying through the air. Almost before she'd realized she'd called it into existence, there was an airtight metal box roughly the size and shape of a coffin where Rorschach's ( ... )

Because I don't have a little Walter icon yet. choppinurdogz December 22 2009, 19:52:42 UTC

The little boy opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was bright red hair. Screaming, he scrambled behind the outcropping of rocks.

"I'm sorry," the boy half screamed, half sobbed. "Please don't hurt me!"

Re: Because I don't have a little Walter icon yet. curious_copycat December 23 2009, 01:25:07 UTC

Rather than follow him, Polly stopped a few feet from the outcropping. She knew from experience that when someone was afraid, the last thing they wanted to do was be chased. Instead, she knelt down where she was (trying to look as non-threatening as possible--not that that was very hard for her) and leaned over a bit, trying to peek around the edge of the rock.

"Don't worry, she can't get to you, now. Mr. Rorschach, do you recognize me...?"

choppinurdogz December 23 2009, 01:44:48 UTC

Walter's eyes peered out at the sound of the voice. The red hair didn't belong to his mother. Immediately overcome by his base emotions, and the unstable state of mind brought on by the dream, he ran forward and embraced her in a hug.

"Polly!"

curious_copycat December 23 2009, 02:17:30 UTC

After a shocked moment, she hugged back, unable to repress a smile. "It's okay." she murmured soothingly, finding herself speaking as she would to a child, even if she knew he really wasn't. "Your mother's locked away, now. She can't ever, ever get out again, not unless we let her."

Turning a bit, she pointed to the metal box behind them.

"See?"

choppinurdogz December 23 2009, 08:27:17 UTC

Walter didn't follow her finger. Instead, he buried his face deeper into Polly's stomach.

"Don't let her out," he screamed, terrified by the prospect of having to face her again. "Don't let her get me again Polly!"

curious_copycat December 23 2009, 08:49:40 UTC

"It's okay, Mr. Rorschach." She stroked his back comfortingly, knowing how he felt. "We won't let her out. She can't hurt you anymore. I promise. She'll never ever come back."

choppinurdogz December 23 2009, 09:07:07 UTC

Walter hugged her tightly. She was the woman who had protected him from that which he feared most. She was his hero.

"Thank you," he said. But it wasn't with the voice of a little boy. In an instant, the person hugging Polly was a man with very familiar clothes. Was powerful. Was unwavering. Was fearless. Was Rorschach.

After a long while, Rorschach realized just how uncomfortable he was. Dream or no. He seperated himself from Polly, but not roughly or forcefully. He simply unwrapped his arms from around her and took two steps back.

"Sorry," he said.

curious_copycat December 23 2009, 11:36:25 UTC

Polly let go of him easily, having expected he might withdraw as soon as she felt him change.

"It's okay, Mr. Rorschach. You're welcome."

There was a strong gust of wind, bringing with it the scent of smoke and decay, and she had to put a hand up to keep her hair out of her eyes. The woman's screams could still be heard emanating from the metal box, and the girl could not repress a wry twist of her mouth that was just a touch too bitter to be called a smile. She knew only too well that screaming like that would only make the air run out sooner...

"Is this what your world was like...?" she asked, looking around.

choppinurdogz December 28 2009, 05:36:05 UTC

Rorschach turned from Polly and looked at the world around him. Everything except the box. The person inside that box died a long time ago. She no longer existed.

"Sometimes," he said flatly.

curious_copycat December 28 2009, 08:10:46 UTC

She walked up to stand beside him, frowning a little sadly. "It's a little like home, really... More smoky, and less quiet... But..."

As if the dream heard her, it started to shift, the land becoming brighter, the smoke becoming dust, buildings rising up around them. Everything had a soft glow about it, from the pale, sunless sky to the crumbling, city stone. But for the occasional sound of falling rock and low moan of wind in the ruins, it was absolutely silent. In some of the structures, the still forms of people could be glimpsed.

"... It's just a little bit like home..."

choppinurdogz December 28 2009, 18:13:58 UTC

Rorschach wasn't surprised by the shifting terrain. He had already seen Polly use her powers, and he had already gathered that this was a dream.

"Looks peaceful," he mused aloud.

curious_copycat December 29 2009, 01:11:15 UTC

Polly shivered.

"It's because we're the only ones not still." Her eyes fixed on a the silhouette of one of her people through a shattered window. "Everyone else is too far gone. I can't wake them up."

choppinurdogz December 29 2009, 08:46:32 UTC

Rorschach shivered too. He didn't know.

"Sorry," he said. Normally he wouldn't apologize for his words and deeds. But this was different.

curious_copycat December 29 2009, 09:43:52 UTC

She gave a pale smile. "It's okay, Mr. Rorschach. It won't always be like this. Someday, I'll make it better, and it'll be... well, whatever it was before this..."

She had never really known it to be any other way... She looked around, not altogether at ease with being out in the middle of a street without knowing which part of her memories they were in...

"I wonder when we are... Before or after them..."

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