Re: The Side of the Dance Floor [Juliet]
Continuing to grasp at her throat, another amazing sight met her eyes in the form of Nathaniel literally losing all shape and form, his tangible flesh seemingly melting into a black cloud, a mere outline of his former self. The gorgeous suit and matching mask fell into a pile on the floor where his feet used to be, where he now seemed to be...floating? She could trace the shape he now made, and the cloud moved forward - no, not cloud, shadow, that was a far better description - moved around her. It touched, soothed, and she could still hear Nathaniel's voice in her ears.
Juliet attempted to reply, but there was no way to. The water sealed off her vocal cords, the only sounds uttered therein were gurgling noises, as though the water was really there. She was going to drown, really drown, in life, while she was awake. Her dreams were searching her out in the day, or at least her waking hours, seeking to plant more terror, perhaps to even rob her of her very life. The shadow that was Nathaniel seemed to sink into her; the feeling was akin to when she'd been untangling Christmas tree lights as a child, and was accidentally electrocuted. A numb, tingling feeling moved from her elbows to her wrists, to her hands and fingers themselves. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, no, instead it was reminiscent of their date at the bowling alley and Juliet didn't want it to stop - but the choking was overtaking all else, the feeling of a lack of oxygen in her brain making her dizzy.
Slowly she began to move backward, stumbling into a man dressed as a skeleton. He yelled, barely heard over the sound of the band, and Juliet continued to try and move through the people as she was beginning to feel as though she would faint.