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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[waterfell.livejournal.com]

She's everywhere, but she's not Violet. She's an Asian girl instead, with dark hair and darker eyes and a sly smile - and of course, a school uniform. She never seems to quite look directly at him, face always hidden in profile at best.

She's there in the school hallway, where she traces a finger down her face, as if to draw attention to the blood on Tate's. She's there in the library, sitting on a table next to the one he looks under - surprise! not Violet.

She's in the basement. She holds out her hands as if to catch the ball.

[butwedonot.livejournal.com]

[ Even with everything so distinctly wrong in his head, he knows this isn't his dream-- he doesn't know these places that well, hasn't been to some of them, the blood is there but it isn't cloying. However, he's less alarmed than he should be; it wouldn't be the first time his mind has drifted off during slumber and allowed him access to another's dreams. Not the first time he had another mind twined with his own, it was curious but not enough to make him run away. Instead he watches with that detached curiosity that was probably entirely unnatural.

He can't help but focus on the ball, he's seen them, occasionally brushed his fingers against the hard rubber surface when he was walking through the stores behind Raven. He wants to touch it now, but knows he can't, or rather shouldn't, instead he lifts his head and focuses on the person whom holds it. Not someone he knows, again, another stranger in his head. ]

It's too dark in here.

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

[ The Doctor leans against the wall of the basement without a word. Then he licks his finger and holds it up to the ceiling. It was normally a way to test for winds, but this is the Doctor, nothing is as it really is supposed to be.

Especially snowglobes.

But, he left his back in the TARDIS, ]

[helpmeguideit]

[ Charles was initially drawn to the library, pulling books off of the shelves. They were from after his time, he realized, eyeing the copyright dates. There was a change in the scenery. The book was gone, and it was just a basement. It gave him a chill to realize that things were changing so rapidly. He turned on a heel, facing the boy that he could feel in the room here. He knew it was his dream. Everything was far too unfamiliar for him.

He stepped towards him, hands in his pockets. Whatever issues he had on his own were irrelevant to how busy this one's mind was. ]

Your mind is busy when you dream.

[ He doesn't sound surprised, but perhaps curious. ]