|Ian MacKenzie (ianmack) wrote in dalton_rpg,|
@ 2011-04-09 08:23:00
|Entry tags:||! thread, @ character: ian mackenzie, character: castiel grants|
Who: Ian then later Castiel
When: Saturday from about 3 AM then landing safely around 7 AM
Where: His room then outside of Chopp
Note: Italics indicate dreaming.
Ian had fallen asleep without much protest or medication last night, having spent most of it chatting about everything under the sun with Castiel in a group chat. There'd been teasing Ben too but English had hardly been paying attention. He was pretty sure he and Cas had driven everyone away. Not a single awkward pause was to be had...
The house was full with friends and, for some reason, the Royal family. When Ian leaned over to talk to someone, concerned about something he couldn't remember, all of a sudden pretty much everyone was gone except for his closer friends. And his attention was focused on a television playing the longest movie trailer ever except that it was showing the outside of the house they were in. Huh.
Someone left - he couldn't tell who as everyone was fairly faceless. On the screen he could see the same person walking to their car, disappearing around a corner when it happened. That's when the screaming started. Someone went to check. Ian couldn't leave the house. Something stopped him just at the screen door and he wouldn't go. No, he rushed to the phone instead and called, if you can believe it, his mother.
He tried to explain but all he got was "Ian, it's a movie trailer. Nothing's happening." Another scream. Now some how he was alone. Where had everyone else gone? Ian pressed his lips together and forced himself to return to the screen door. There he was again. That thing. The man.
He'd dreamed of the man before, he'd realize later but for now, he stared. The man was tall and lanky, entirely human in form with long black hair and pale skin. It was his eyes that were inhuman - entirely black. And there was something wrong about the way he smiled. It was too big, too sharp. And he was always smiling. His arms were practically soaked in the blood of those he'd already killed.
Ian did the first thing he thought of. He slammed the door and locked it then ran towards the kitchen to get the biggest, baddest knife he could find. But the screen door and front door were creaking from pressure... Black something or other was seeping through the cracks. Then the doors exploded inward sending shards of wood everywhere and the living room ceiling collapsed. Everything was blackness there.
Ian ran once more, knifeless for whatever reason. Down the hallway as beams collapsed downward behind him and the blackness crawled. He did the girliest thing by slipping into the bathroom and shutting the door, turning on the light to fight away the dark and pressing his back against the sink.
That is how the man snuck up on him arms reaching out of the mirror to grab Ian by the head and smash him into the glass. Ian sat up in his bed, eyes wide, fearful. Although he looked very much awake, he wasn't. The world around him was entirely unfamiliar to him as he was kind of stuck in his dream. He wanted to scream but... That might attract the Man. Quietly as he could, he crawled out of the unfamiliar bed, breathing fast and in a panic.
He ran his hands over his face and started backing up, turning slowly until he hit the wall with his back. For a moment, he froze then he reached to either side of him until he felt something cold and - a doorknob! He turned it, left the room and ran. Where ever he was, the walls were slanted, uneven. Moving and changing their angles, rolling the floor. He staggered down the hallway, panic positively engulfing him. He had to get away. Where was he? Probably that creature's home.
There were a lot of doors but he ignored them. Except for one that seemed to lead... outside? He picked that. Outside would mean more room to run. Maybe he'd see something familiar instead of, well, not. Outside though he recognized nothing. There were a lot of buildings but they were rusted out and half chain link fence. There were eyes staring menacingly at him everywhere. He staggered across the courtyard, eyes wide and staring as he slowly turned in circles as he made his way, trying to figure out a direction or a landmark or something.
Without realizing it he was up against another building. Giving into his panic and terror, he slid down the wall and sat down, curling over in a ball and whimpering. Hugging his knees, he started to cry - or he would have if he hadn't returned to a proper sleeping state.
So when it came to be morning proper, he was asleep outside of Chopp hall, sprawled on the ground and fairly hidden considering his dreaming adventure before.