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Rooms anonymous (roomsanon) wrote in rooms,
@ 2014-05-02 15:28:00

Entry tags:

!dream, *log, anonymous, carol danvers

Who: Anon & Carol Danvers
What: A dream within a dream
Where: Dream land
When: Current
Warnings/Rating: To be determined

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It's hazy. Murky.

The air is thick with humidity, hard to breathe. It hurts to breathe deep, a nagging thought that maybe there's not enough oxygen left in the air. Not enough to breathe. With the humidity, maybe it would be like drowning.

In the middle of all the haze and murk, a small cottage sits. One room, two windows in the front, one on the right side. The plants outside are naked of their leaves and flowers, skeleton branches that had long since been left to die. It's easy to imagine death here with how still the air is, and it's no wonder no one else is around.

Inside and outside, it's miserable and horrible, but someone sits in the yard to the left of the house, lounging against the outer wall, a bookend to the window that resides on the other side of the house. Legs stretched out, they're a listless thing, concentrating only on the steady in and out of humid air, each deep pull not quite enough to satisfy the ache for oxygen left behind in the cage of their chest.

There's illness here. A sickness that pervades through all the haze and murk.

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captmarvel
2014-05-02 10:46 pm UTC (link)

She didn't know what the hell this place was, but Carol already didn't like it. Yeah, there was the idea that this wasn't really real, but she wasn't naive enough to think it was that easy. Not after everything that she had been through in her superhero career (and the government/military work prior). It felt too real to her.

With a frown, she tried to ignore the feeling of her lungs wanting to explode out of her chest. Her eyes flicked over the cottage in a cursory glance before pressing forward. Should she enter it, or was that just asking for trouble?

Right. Because Carol Danvers was a definite stranger to "trouble" and all.

It was then that she noticed she wasn't alone. Her eyes lingered on the leaning figure. There was another moment where she debated if she should approach the person or leave him/her alone, but curiosity, as always, won out. "Hey," she called. Or, at least, she tried to call. The humidity had left her breathless enough that forcing out the word was difficult.

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roomsanon
2014-05-02 10:55 pm UTC (link)

They were usually alone here. No one ever visited, no one ever came, and after a while, they had become okay with that. There was loneliness, of course, but really, weren't there much bigger things to worry about than being lonely? Hungry children, fighting children, a planet that was hurtling towards disaster. A little loneliness paled in comparison.

So the sound of a voice, when it broke through the haze and murk, was a surprise. A head was lifted, eyes just visible as bright points beneath stringy strands of unwashed hair. They were silent for the longest while, until a point where one might even become unsure that they had heard the spoken words. But then a hand lifted, fingers half curled with weakness, and an answering call of words. "Hello."

The voice was hard to place as either male or female, that curious pitch that could swing either way and would only be decided by a clearer look at the owner. But clear looks were not to be had here. Just haze and murk cloaking the details. "No one ever visits," they said, the hand dropping back down to rest upon a straightened knee. "How did you come here?"

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captmarvel
2014-05-02 11:36 pm UTC (link)

Despite her better judgement (AKA the need to gasp for air), Carol pressed her lips together in a thin line. Guy, girl, whomever. It was a dream, right? The person could be anyone or no one. She shifted her weight to one hip, crossing her arms. "Dunno how I came here," she responded, tipping her head. If this were really a dream, shouldn't she have been able to come up with some absurd, off the cuff answer, and it would just make sense?

Yeah, right. She shook her head and took in a gasping breath. Damn. The air was thick enough to cut with a knife.

"Where is here?" she asked, easily falling into her calm interrogation mode.

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roomsanon
2014-05-02 11:56 pm UTC (link)

Considering that they weren't entirely sure how they had come to be here, either, the answer was sufficient. It wasn't pressed upon, simply accepted as a fact, and the person let out a breath thick with humidity as they leaned back against the building once more. It was too hot to move, too thick in the air to even think properly, so when the woman asked that question, they turned to look at her, eyes glittering beneath a fall of dark, unwashed hair.

"It's here. That's all I know." It was an answer that wasn't an answer, as much as they could give with the information they possessed. No, it wasn't enough, and they didn't think it would be, but it was what it was. Lips parted to say more, but then there was a rustle from beyond the haze and murk, the ambient light darkening as something came closer. Fear prickled along their spine, the hair at the back of their neck standing up, and from somewhere, energy was gathered enough so that they could stand up. "Come on. Come. On."

They didn't wait for an answer, instead pushing forward and grasping the woman's wrist, pulling her away from the sound somewhere in the periphery, threatening and ominous.

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captmarvel
2014-05-03 02:01 pm UTC (link)

Oh, well, that answered everything. Carol exhaled slowly, lips thinning more, but she was ever alert. When the rustle rouse, she went tense, her eyebrows furrowing. She was always ready for a fight. If it were something she could punch, throw, blast, or crush, then she was--

--being yanked away from the sound. "What?" Carol demanded. "I can take whatever the hell it is!" Dream or no dream, she knew just how to defend herself and others. "What the hell?"

There was that sense of danger, but she wasn't good at running away from the danger.

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roomsanon
2014-05-03 03:38 pm UTC (link)

There was no response as they continued to pull her away from the rustle, from the darkness that was coming in, devouring everything in its path, leaving behind only a void which ached and cried. They had never stopped to wonder what that thing was, only that it was present more often than not, but if they stopped and thought for a moment, they were pretty sure they had an idea of what it was.

But now wasn't the time for that. So they pulled on her arm and tugged her away from the darkness that seeped in and filled the gaps and spaces, their touch and pull insistent and unrelenting. "You can't do anything against it," they said as they ran, woods appearing, thick wild plants and trees that swallowed people up whole, let them hide where even the darkness could not get them.

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captmarvel
2014-05-04 01:23 pm UTC (link)

It wasn't like she had much of a choice, so Carol allowed herself to be tugged along by the mysterious person. Didn't mean she wasn't going to keep shooting back. "How do you know?" she asked. "Have you met me?" Perhaps a little overconfident in her own abilities. Hey, she was badass.

The woods sudden appearance startled her a little, but she kind of took it as it came. Dreamscape or something. "And hiding works against that...thing?" She wasn't thrilled with the idea.

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roomsanon
2014-05-05 03:33 pm UTC (link)

"Does it matter if I've met you?" they responded, the woods swallowing them up, though the darkness, that inky black that felt so threatening, continued in pursuit. They knew they couldn't run forever, that eventually it would catch up, and oh, they were familiar with that pain when it finally did. But that didn't mean they couldn't try, that they couldn't at least attempt to outrun in.

"No," they answered honestly, but there was no amusement in the words. "It only holds it off. You can't hide from it. You can't... ever hide from it." There was a glance back over their shoulder, and then to Carol, and in the space of a breath, a decision was made. She was pushed forward, further into the woods, and they stayed back. "Run!" they commanded her, and that's when the blackness hit.

Where the air was thick and humid, the darkness was anything but. Cold, it zapped energy, the will to live, it sucked the joy out of the universe around it, and it hit them hard as they crumpled to their needs. Breath was stolen and it seemed that the very color of life was leeched out of them. Shades of grey and black, they looked up towards her as it devoured them. There was pain in eyes that were startling blue, the only spot of color against that greyscale madness. One hand reached out as though to ask for help, lips parting to say something, but there was another surge of darkness and the person disappeared, dissolving into ash that coated the ground.

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captmarvel
2014-05-06 10:26 am UTC (link)

The push made her stumble for a bit. It was graceless for her, and she wanted to kick herself for it. The strange part was that she kept running even when every part of her was screaming to stand up and fight, damn it. But her legs were disagreeing with her mind.

She did possess enough self-awareness (or stupidity, maybe), to look behind. Immediately, Carol wished she hadn't. Watching the very life get leeched out of someone was disturbing to say the least, but she couldn't look away. The minute the ash hit the ground, she turned and doubled up her efforts on getting away, willing herself to wake up or do something--

--but she knew that the sight of blue eyes contrasting against the darkness wasn't going to leave her subconscious any time soon.

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