ᴏɴᴇ ✄ something's wrong

[ghostpsychosis.livejournal.com]

[[OOC: Warning's for slight violence.]]

[It was like a heartbeat. Each passing moment, heartbeats. The steady rhythmic thump that would normally seem so calming, especially when sleeping, was a sure sign something was wrong. Everything was quiet besides the thump-thump. Then a gun is being cocked. Bang. Shotgun. That's what it is. 

Thump-thump. Heart beat's normal. Regular. It's now that a boy starts to make his way into view. There's a whistling that takes over the heart beating, along with his footsteps down a hallway. Where is he? School. Lockers surround him, black and white tiles coat the floor. The boy's tall, blonde, but what's wrong with his face? There's blood dripping down it. Wait, that was right, right? There was blood dripping down it. His hair was a bloody mess, too. Oh, no. He's got a fine face now. Just fine. That blood was only an illusion.

Suddenly, the scenery changes. Tate's in a library. There's a girl under the table, crying. Whimpering. Things are quiet. No more whistling. No more heartbeat. Just her. He pushes the table back and -- Violet? No. That's wrong. The scenery changes again, and he's in the basement of a large house, holding a red ball.

He looks confused. None of his dreams have ever been so meshed together like this.]

[ooc: haaayyy! sorry if this isn't..the right way to post? IDK IT'S MY FIRST ONE. if something's not right, lemme know. also, i am super excite to play with everyone c:]

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[ghostpsychosis.livejournal.com]

[The general softness of this man's attitude made Tate relax, but only a bit. He was incredibly untrusting of this sort of thing -- he wasn't used to it at all. The only sort of 'inside your head' thing he got was a shrink who was ... sort of doing his job.]

Are you real?

[He doesn't want to be any more crazy that he actually was, especially after his first encounter with the girl. It's not fun.]

[butwedonot.livejournal.com]

[ He knits his brows as if he's pondering the question of his own reality even if the answer itself was something he should be sure of. ]

I think so. [ How sure could one be of their own reality? Raven saw him so clearly, he had to be real, right? If enough people saw him he was real; or at least he would assume that till he hears otherwise. Though with his constantly drifting consciousness it was hard to tell. ]

Are you?

[ghostpsychosis.livejournal.com]

[Tate nods. He hadn't really expected the sort of answer that the man gave him.]

Yeah. I have to be. It wouldn't be right if I wasn't.

[butwedonot.livejournal.com]

[ He scrunches his nose, sniffing faintly at the thought. He reaches out then, bridging the gap and grasping at the ball the young man held. ]

Why wouldn't it be right?

[ghostpsychosis.livejournal.com]

Because this is my dream. If I wasn't real, this wouldn't be possible.

[Tate stares at him for a moment when he takes the ball, but he can't bring himself to care. It's just a ball Beau liked to play with.]

[butwedonot.livejournal.com]

What if you're someone else's dream, and this is the dream they think you would have? [ He squishes the ball between his fingers experimentally but doesn't bounce it or make any moves otherwise to indicate he's intending to play with it. ]

[ghostpsychosis.livejournal.com]

Maybe we're all dead.

[He glances to the ball. He didn't want it, but Beau probably did. Not that he was real here.]

[butwedonot.livejournal.com]

[ He doesn't seem a s perturbed by this as most might be-- they could all be dead for all he knows, he doesn't think he's dead-- no, if he was dead he thinks it would be quieter. ]

Maybe.

[ghostpsychosis.livejournal.com]

Rotting under some sick bastard's house.

[He's trying to get under his skin, and the fact that Charles isn't being, well, disturbed about what he was bringing up only intrigued him more.]

[butwedonot.livejournal.com]

[ He huffs out a breath, pausing and then licking his lips thoughtfully. ]

It's possible, but not likely, I suppose. If I was dead I think I wouldn't hear the things in my head I hear. No.

Not dead. Just-- somewhere new?