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

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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

((OOC Note: With moderator approval, this is being done anonymously. Feel free to jump in if the post grabs you! If you decide to grab the post, please post a 'dibs' to avoid confusion or others thinking the post is still open.))

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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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