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MarinaNova NPCs (marinanova_npc) wrote in marinanova,
@ 2013-12-17 00:48:00

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250 - Fear Itself Mingle
[ Today is a day where most would be at risk of oversleeping.The dome lies dark like in the dead of night. The sun hasn’t risen today, streetlights casting a dull yellow glow and occasionally flickering out into nothing, only to spark back to life a moment later. There is no electric flicker from the kiosk. The Wardens are still. The wardens are silent.

The dome isn’t silent. There is a rustling of leaves, a snapping of twigs. Claws, scraping against concrete. The inhuman screech of an animal in peril, an animal hunting, an animal hunted. A screech that promises sharp claws and sharper teeth and blood.

The dome isn’t still either. There is something moving, thick as a shadow, tangible as a chill down your spine. Something that doesn’t belong here, something that snuck in when no one was looking. A boogeyman under the bed. A ghost in the closet. A will o’ the wisp, blinking in and out of existence under the flickering streetlights. Whatever it is it’s moving, leaving a trail of cold, dead fear wherever it passes. Something dark. A shadow so pitch black that it blots out the very lights in your heart, dragging your fears out screaming and kicking, reducing even the strongest, toughest man to a blubbering baby.

Perhaps best to stay in bed today, Marina. ]

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	hastohappen 2014-02-08 08:18 pm UTC (link)
	[ He's clearly on the edge of it, glaring at the mockery of his sister. Not her. Not her. He knows it isn't, and yet. ] Away. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	marinanova_npc 2014-02-09 04:13 am UTC (link)
	Fuck that! You can't get away from yourself, Dex! [The jig is up, but this is still fun.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

hastohappen
2014-02-20 01:48 am UTC (link)

This is not "myself."

[ And yet the woman's voice -

Dexter.

She's calling to him. Who is she?

There's a moment of wrath breaking through, and he makes finally a wide, sweeping arc at "Deb" with his knife. It should be hard to deal with lashing out at what looks like his sister - the person closest to evoking actual genuine caring out of him - but the fact that this entity is parading around behind her only makes it all the easier to act, only fuels this rare burst of anger. ]

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marinanova_npc
2014-02-24 05:01 pm UTC (link)

[The slice is effective. He'll get to feel the resistance of the blade ripping through her shirt and skin and muscle. Her hands move to cover the wound, blood spilling out over her belly, staining all in it's path.

Her voice comes out weakly with more shock than anger threading through it.]

Dex... Why?

[Her knees buckle, and as she starts to fall, she reaches out with a blood-slick arm to try and grab hold of him for balance. Eyes wide and unbelieving.

It's all show of course. They let themselves be cut. Just another transformation on their part. The illusion doesn't falter for an instant. They're still admits all that blood. There's just more now. Her blood. Deb's blood.]

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hastohappen
2014-03-20 12:38 am UTC (link)

[ It's not Deb. It's not Deb. It already admitted it wasn't Deb.

The thought is secure in his head, but his head is in so much turmoil that he has to hold desperately to that certainty. But it looks like Deb. It looks like Deb, and there's more blood. So much blood. He hates the blood. ]

You're not Deb.

[ Quite notably angry. He's not used to emoting this way. ]

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	amidst, not admits marinanova_npc* 2014-03-26 12:31 am UTC (link)
	[The false eyes look up at him, protest twitches at her lips, but she lacks the strength to form the sounds necessary. She collapses fully down into the blood where she lays lifelessly, eyes still open, blood splashing up against him.] (Reply to this) (Parent)

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