one passing night
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14th-Jul-2011 03:22 am
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[ Charles is standing in a field. Behind him - in a distance is a house that is his in Westchester in 1962. It's quiet here, and he is enjoying the quiet, though he definitely wasn't expecting it. Last he recalled, he was dripping wet and standing aboard a CIA ship. This was a pleasant surprise, and he was mostly aware that it was a dream. He let his hands slip into his pockets as he took to the quiet grounds.

It is bright outside, cloud free. He looks up, a smile spread across his lips. He thinks of Raven, and how much she might enjoy a few moments here with him. Then he thinks of those CIA agents that he had just met. The clouds change just a little bit when his thoughts change, briefly darkening. The smile fades, just a little, and is replaced with curiosity and a bit of concern.

He turns on a heel and looks around. He's never had a dream be so vivid. ]


[[ ooc; yaaaaaay. finally first posting. Also! permissions posts are good for telepaths. You can also note here on yes or no on mind-reading. :) ]]
7th-Jul-2011 02:10 pm
[The first thing visible is the vibrant white of the area surrounding corridors and passageways, forever relentless on the eyes of those who find themselves within them. The silence is so great, someone could probably hear a pin clatter to the ground. But there's something about it; something different at the end of one hall.

A golden door, and in front of it is a figure in black who merely stares at it as if debating whether to open it and be lost to whatever is on the other side, or to stay outside and wonder what lies beyond it. Finally, she breaks the silence of her own volition:]


...How many times am I going to see this same door?
7th-Mar-2011 06:39 pm - Tag cloud.
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