Who:Charlie Night Terror and Zinnia What: A dream encounter. Where: Dreamland~ When: Let's say tonight. Warnings: TBD.
The dark-haired girl and her challenge for him to find her in the real world hadn't been forgotten, even if it had happened more than a few nights ago. Did she think he was stupid? Finding a specific person in the dream world that he already knew from the real world was easy, but finding someone from a nightmare out in reality was like finding a needle in a haystack. Besides, there was a reason Charlie was keeping his real-life murders to a minimum. There was no law enforcement in the dream world, no pesky vigilantes who roamed the streets and handed out their own form of justice. He wasn't just an ordinary man but practically a god instead, and he could torture his children in ways that weren't even possible out in the waking world. Why would he give that up just to find some smart-mouthed little bitch when he could just find her in the dream world whenever he pleased?
It would have been so easy if it hadn't been for the fact that Charlie didn't like backing down from a challenge. For now, however, he pushed that girl from his mind and focused on other things. Tonight was a new night with fresh opportunities, and he was looking forward to finding out what dream he'd enter next. Even though he could choose now, it was always interesting to shake things up and let himself enter a dream at random. The unexpectedness offered variety, which was necessary to keep things from getting boring.
Charlie materialized within this new dream like wisps of smoke slowly appearing out of thin air and coming together to form a solid mass of shadows in the shape of a man's silhouette. The only thing that stood out in glaringly sharp detail (for now) was the bladed glove on his right hand, each blade sharper than they would have been in the real world. For now he kept himself hidden, ensuring he wouldn't be seen until he could get a read on the dreamscape and the dreamer it belonged to.