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onepassingnight2011-03-08 12:29 am
messiahed) wrote in onepassingnight2011-03-08 12:29 am
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first ☠ war
Sleep never came easy to the battle-hardened soldier. Hope had been spared the sin of murder time and time again, but she had caused enough deaths. Killed several. Yet it wasn't what she'd done that haunted her nightmares, but what she had yet to do.
Dreams were always chaos for Hope. Anyone who could see the girl might see her world shifting every second. One minute she's in a dystopia. There's nothing for miles around but flat earth. No cities, not even a trace of life, and she's running. She can't stop running. She looks half mad with fright but she never stops going. Suddenly the world is gone from under her and the water is caving in all around her. She kicks her legs and struggles against the current but she knows this is it. She's going to drown.
When she finally submerges the world's changed again. There's a peaceful looking land with small square homes. It's an agricultural community. The water's all gone and Hope now stands in the middle of a battlefield. Cockroache-like humans overtake the little town of New Liberty and people run screaming through the town. She watches as they die again and again and she can't stop it. One of the roaches turns on her. She screams into the night, the name 'Nathan' on her lips, before her little dream goes black.
At long last she opens her eyes, still in the dream but finally fixed in place. She's sitting upright as her eyes open to a world fuzzy and beyond her focus. As she blinks the darkness away she finds herself in Utopia.
But Utopia is far from perfect. Beyond the waters Hope watches quietly as people scream under the massacre of the sentinels. San Francisco falling to the sentinels might as Hope watches from the ledges of Utopia.
This is all that she dreams, and her dreams never stop.
Dreams were always chaos for Hope. Anyone who could see the girl might see her world shifting every second. One minute she's in a dystopia. There's nothing for miles around but flat earth. No cities, not even a trace of life, and she's running. She can't stop running. She looks half mad with fright but she never stops going. Suddenly the world is gone from under her and the water is caving in all around her. She kicks her legs and struggles against the current but she knows this is it. She's going to drown.
When she finally submerges the world's changed again. There's a peaceful looking land with small square homes. It's an agricultural community. The water's all gone and Hope now stands in the middle of a battlefield. Cockroache-like humans overtake the little town of New Liberty and people run screaming through the town. She watches as they die again and again and she can't stop it. One of the roaches turns on her. She screams into the night, the name 'Nathan' on her lips, before her little dream goes black.
At long last she opens her eyes, still in the dream but finally fixed in place. She's sitting upright as her eyes open to a world fuzzy and beyond her focus. As she blinks the darkness away she finds herself in Utopia.
But Utopia is far from perfect. Beyond the waters Hope watches quietly as people scream under the massacre of the sentinels. San Francisco falling to the sentinels might as Hope watches from the ledges of Utopia.
This is all that she dreams, and her dreams never stop.
/wild applause!! :3
"Sure," is all he answers. "Let's go in." He turns to lead her to the steps. It's a bit of a walk, especially at his slow pace, hands stuck in his pockets. The stairs lead to double doors and large glass windows, set into the white, white building.
Inside the first room, glimpsed through the windows, are long rows of lockers. They're not like American lockers - these are more like what's found at bus stations, short rows going across the entryway filled with small lockers stacked on top of each other. It leads out into a room with high ceilings and a staircase winding up against the far wall, a reception desk off to the left and a bulletin board to the right. Wide hallways lead out on either side past closed doors. Everything is still in white, the tiled floor lending to the airy feel.