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Alma Karma [Not Akuma] (sinkinglotus) wrote in marinasylum,
@ 2011-05-27 00:26:00

Entry tags:

akito/agito/lind wanijima, allen walker, alma karma, castiel, kaito wanijima, lavi, lelouch vi britannia, miles edgeworth, road kamelot, sasuke uchiha, saya otonashi, yu kanda

[Dream Event | Open]
The room is dark and wide, the sound of your breathing echoes. Your breath puffs visibly before your face from the cold. There are far corners and deep walls, where tall columns stretching out to the tall ceiling as if to reach for a sky that isn't there. They are all shadowed but mirrors line them--broken. shattered. streaked with blood. scattered across every surface, whether standing, lying, or crumple as if thrown to the side--the only light glimmering from the pools that are spread out around the room.

Something draws you to the mirrors, perhaps it the reflection looking back at you. Is it yours? At first. But blink once and it will change. What is staring back at you now? A shadow? A face so like your own, but with eyes of a stranger?

Someone you used to know. Someone you've never met. The look in the mirror you never want to see. Are their lips moving? Can you hear the whispers?

CRASH.

Something shatters. Will you try to find out what it is?

Or will you step to the pools of green light, shimmering with dancing shadows toward the ceiling above you?

If you go deeper into the room, the sound of the shattering will get closer and closer--broken glass littering the floor, broken faces with twisted smiles and dark eyes gleaming from the pieces.

{OOC: This is Alma's world. The mirrors will show each person a part of themselves, whether it be one they know or one they've never seen before. Feel free to do damage to the room! Alma sure is. Event-style threadjacking is allowed as long as permission was asked for first, and your character does not see what other characters see in the mirrors or pools unless the player(s) say so. Also be warned: Violent and disturbing content is possible in these threads.}

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	pierrot 2011-06-01 10:54 pm UTC (link)
	[he doesn't even flinch before shattering the mirror, splintering that twisted nightmare right in its face. he's almost panting now, like he's been running, and he closes his eyes briefly, trying to calm down.] [s-- stupid to get worked up like this. they're just illusions. something.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

sinkinglotus
2011-06-04 10:15 am UTC (link)

[The mirror cracks, line veins trailing up, down, over the smiling expressions. Everything is twisted and broken and out of place until the mirror does not so much shatter as turn to ash, crumpling piece by piece in clumps of blackened dust to the floor. The smell in the air--of death, burning, gunpowder--may be familiar.

The whispers don't stop. There are eyes on him from somewhere else. Can't he feel them watching, waiting?

Look at me, Allen.]

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	pierrot 2011-06-04 07:54 pm UTC (link)
	[oh God it's not over there's more of it. he spins around, looking for the source of the whisper he can't even really hear, the scent that can't possibly be there. the curse on his eye activates instinctively, eyes wide. where--] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

sinkinglotus
2011-06-06 05:29 am UTC (link)

[Everywhere Allen. You'll look around to the different mirrors and you will see them. Him. You. Skin turning dark as the poison spreads all over, the smile growing wider, even the teeth blackening.

And then it all crumbles away.

The skin, the eye, the hair--everything turns to ash and falls away in flecks then gusts, like being swept up by a strong breeze.

All that is left is a dingy metal skeleton with a star on its head. Beneath the black stare written in a neat, elegant hand is the name "Allen."]

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pierrot
2011-06-06 08:17 pm UTC (link)

[the sight -- the sheer volume of it, everywhere -- takes him briefly aback, makes him stumble, but he recovers quickly]

No. [this doesn't bother him. he's not afraid of anything for himself. but he's sick of it, too, all these images, these lies, these tricks] That wouldn't happen. [no one would do that. (he's made sure of it, hasn't he?)]

[he has to destroy these mirrors. he grabs one of them, to lift it and brandish it like a weapon]

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	sinkinglotus 2011-06-07 05:55 am UTC (link)
	[Right before he smashes it, Allen will get an up close and personal view of the man behind the chair reaching out to pluck the head of the skeleton right off its neck. The jaw lols open, teeth gleaming in the green light. And then all of the mirrors around him shatter. Bursting into thousands of pieces. Except one.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	pierrot 2011-06-07 06:33 pm UTC (link)
	[panting softly under his breath. what now? his gaze finds the last mirror, wary and defensive] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	sinkinglotus 2011-06-07 06:43 pm UTC (link)
	[And all he will find is a man--the man from behind the chair. His expression is not the same cruel twisted smirk that the reflection carried, no. Instead there is a small quirk of his lips. He's clapping. Slow and rhythmic. Can't Allen hear it? What does he have to clap about?] (Reply to this) (Parent)

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