MarinaNova Asylum

[ Dirty your nails. ]

[ You wake up in a coffin. You probably won't remember how you got here but now you're six feet under and awake. There's only one way up, through silk and walnut and several feet of loosely packed dirt. Maybe you panic before realizing you don't even breathe, and then panic some more. Maybe you'll just dig yourself out without further ado, because what else is there? Either way, you'll emerge in a graveyard.

It's the dead of night, but you can see clear as day. Everything sharper, more vibrant, crystal clear, an assault on supernatural senses. Cigarette smoke wafts through the air — Spike, sitting on a tombstone, waiting for you. ]

Took you long enough.

[ A night out ]

[ The Bronze is packed tonight. A local band is playing, high schoolers dancing or playing pool or drinking non-alcoholic drinks. A girl with red hair is fooling herself that she's doing homework in a corner when in reality she knows she'll get dragged out onto the dance floor before long, probably by the intense blonde who's already working her moves to the rhythm. It's a good night, good energy.

A guy in a black leather coat and bleach blond hair is surveying the crowd, slowly making his way along the outskirts with menacing intensity. Recognize him? Think this is a good time to say hi? ]

[ Dust to dust ]

[ It's a quiet old house, filled with more flowers and folding chairs than anyone could possibly need in their day to day life, unless they're a funeral director. There's a clock ticking somewhere, an eerie stillness in the viewing room, a sturdy white casket making up the center feature. The lid is off and inside, cushioned by plush silk and dolled up as if she's going out for a nice day, is lonely tourist Charlotte Charles. Her skin is dull and pale, her lips a faint blue.

What do you do now? ]


[ Heart of hearts ]

[ Another house, this one bright and worn from generations of life, the rooms stuffed with scuffed furniture and the faint smell of cheese and birds. There's sunlight and a buzz of bees from the backyard. The smell of breakfast food is hanging heavy in the air, as does a perhaps very familiar voice: ]

Pancakes are ready!

S N O W Y S U M M I T

[ You find yourself in a wide snowy open. The wind is soft and there light snow falling. From the corner of your eyes, you can see a boy bundled up in a coat and ear muffs. His pale face was tinted with a slight pink as he blows against his mittens to warm himself up. It's one of those days where he's feeling good enough to be outside, and while grabbing onto another boy who looks completely identical to him, he turns back and waves at you. ]

C'mon let's play in the snow!

[ He chimed, a bright lit smile on his pale face as he grabbed you with his other free arm and attempting to make you run along with him on their adventures. ]

I hear near the entrance of the woods you can find rabbits and foxes.

[ He will continue to pull you along to humor him and play little hunting games with him until he starts to cough. His brother calls to you to help them out and the two of you help him back to their warm home. His brother tells you that he's unwell and he often gets cold. Once the three of you made it back to their warm toasty home, you are greeted with two adults, one female with a loose ponytail and the other a man who was a spitting image of the two boys but much older. The two of them pats the three of you on the head as they ushered you all inside.

The coughing one of the two boys was placed on the couch by the fire with a blanket. He seems to be very happy despite the cold and despite the fact that his health is unwell. The parents tell you it's going to be a bit before dinner and you should stay. ]

I F O N L Y
( Trigger Warnings: Blood, Vampirism )

Warning: Cut for descriptions and linked images of (child) abuse and violence.
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( Taking away someone's freedom is the ugliest thing one can do in this world. )

Dream 1: Party
[It's a party in a castle and everyone's invited! Yuuri has his family from Japan, his friends from the demon kingdom, and even people from the prison here! There's dancing and food and lavish clothing and decorations. Outside there's a flying skeleton peeking in the window. Oh, this is the demon kingdom. That's perfectly normal here! Yuuri's just glad everything finally worked out and no one has to get separated again! He's happy and he's going to offer you some punch! He's also wearing a dress. These things happen.]

Dream 2: Justice Jerk
[There is a giant (taller than the buildings) mullet-ed Yuuri rampaging around the dome shouting about justice and starting storms and creating giant swirling water dragons out of thin air. And there is a regular-sized, regular-haired Yuuri down below trying to shout up at him to stop! Watch out for flying debris and fallout!]

(OOC: Plotting if you have other ideas or need to discuss anything. You're welcome to just jump in!)

[#1 - The Way It Never Was]

[The Assassins contacted Rebecca after she'd gotten into coding after a bad break of her leg, leading to events that would have her separating from her then-boyfriend and taking to a lifestyle that never stopped moving. One that was never safe. But what happens if you turn back the clock, mess with the edges of things and put a new spin on it? Prying from the recesses of her mind the questions of regret, loneliness and curiosity to what would've happened if she just had stayed where she was.

The apartment's a downtown two bedroom, open concept for the most part and in an artsier edge of town. Lots of brick and scattered equipment over the floor as one of those bedrooms turned into a half-gym half office for Rebecca. Rebecca who is coming in the door now, brown paper bag in one hand and keys dropped to the table as she heads into the kitchen.]

Babe? [That's you.] I'm back. Did the shelter call? I'm waiting to hear back about our baby.

[#2 - The Way It Very Well May End]

[It's a crowded space, maybe something like a shopping mall or a densely populated public event. The edges are fuzzy and the people around mill by, the sense of hiding in plain sight being at the forefront of your mind. No doubt the eyes are watching, looking through that crowd for you. But Rebecca's by your side, rocking a beanie and keeping her head tilted down but her eyes always moving. If you start to lag behind she'll subtly give your sleeve a tug.] Hey, c'mon. We're almost outta here.

You remember the plan, right? Stay calm, stay cool... We've got this cov- shit! Run! [Know what this sound is? It's gunfire, screaming and the swell of pandemonium as someone's very much trying to kill you.]