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Tweak says, "here we are. THE WASH"

Arthur King (chasingphantoms) wrote in inpoormerit,
@ 2010-03-30 10:23:00

Entry tags:

dom, king, king and dom

Who: King and the mysterious woman
What: Massive confusion!
When: Early morning, Day 3
Rating: Probably low, unless King curses

King awoke slower than usual that morning, his brain taking its time to disentangle itself from the threads of dreams. Gently, his eyelids lifted, his pupils shrinking in reaction to the first rays of morning light filtering in from his open window. Looking up at his cieling (he always slept on his back), King took a few deep, rhythmic breaths, exhaling them slowly through his nose. At least the shock of waking up in an unfamiliar bed was beginning to wear off - one of the strengths of living a fragmented, military lifestyle was that you got so used to moving around that anywhere could be adapted into "home." Not that this shack would ever be home to King. Not if he could help it.

King sat up, ready to prepare for his morning run, when the vision - it had to be a vision; he would've noticed the extra weight on his bed - of a woman completely threw off his routine. For a moment, there was no sound but King's quick, sharp gasp, a shallow rush of air a world away from the deep breathing he'd been practicing just a few seconds earlier. His fists clenched tightly into twin balls of tension and his eyes bore deep into the strangely peaceful face of the woman on his bed. "I am dreaming," he told her steadily, privately annoyed at how weak and unconvincing his voice sounded. "I don't know who or what you are, but you're can't be here."

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inpoormeritnpcs
2010-03-31 05:05 am UTC (link)

The figure on the bed tilted her head to the side, long blonde hair falling off her shoulder with the motion. It settled slowly back into place, the effect seeming only to add to the dreamlike quality of her presence. Her hair, like her clothing, was distinctly old-fashioned, looking as though she had stepped into his roon from the early 1960s.

Fortunately, the woman took no offense at his words; in fact, she laughed joyously at his words.

"Why can't I be here?" she asked with a smirk. "You're here, aren't you?" As if one had anything to do with the other... "Ooh, if you think this is a dream, what does that make me?"

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chasingphantoms
2010-03-31 01:56 pm UTC (link)

King's eyes narrowed as he looked at - no, through - the woman on his bed, his mind racing with possible solutions to this problem, but coming up with nothing apart from waiting to wake up. It would probably have been easier to just ignore the woman completely, but he was too curious for that. Although he wouldn't admit it just yet, there was a nagging suspicion in the back of his mind that perhaps he was awake, and what then?

"I'm here because it's my dream," King told her patiently. "And you can't be real first because you have no weight," as if to prove this, he moved his feet, which were still encased by his sheet and thin blanket, to the place where the woman was sitting, but felt no resistence against his foot. The only change was that the patch of air his foot now occupied was slightly colder. "And second because I can see through you." He shook his head gravely. "That indicates a very strange dream to me."

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inpoormeritnpcs
2010-04-03 05:55 am UTC (link)

Logic had no real place in Dom's mind. In fact, her own logic was scarcely considered to be such by others...and this was no exception. She blinked at him, laughed shortly, and rose to her feet.

"Oh, okay, then," she answered with a slight sway of her hips, which made the skirt ruffle around her knees. "I guess you're right. I used to think this was all a dream too." With a deliberate pause, she turned to walk away.

"But, then, I didn't see dead people either," she added, just a moment before she stepped through the wall. For a moment, her form had entirely vanished, but, before King could leave his bed, she returned with a brilliant smile. "Oh, I forgot to tell you! I am dead. Very dead. But I suppose it doesn't matter, because I was dead before I died, anyway."

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