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| You Should've Known...; GRP with Diana | |
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| Topic Started: Fri Dec 2, 2011 12:26 am (213 Views) | |
| Diana Sin | Sun Dec 18, 2011 12:53 am Post #16 |
 
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The 'rope' cut her hands, but that was not the only thing to hurt Diana as the scene around them all changed. There was now a sun in the world, and Diana's face became red. Her body felt weaker, and felt unbearably hot. But she did not burst into flames and die then and there. It merely did not feel very good to be her, and after Emily's turn she was up. She gulped nervously as she traded places with her, and then jumped in. Despite her discomfort, Diana happened to be very athletic and still able to keep up with the beat of the sharp metalic rope. She used her own little poem in place of a jump rope rhyme. "Emily, oh Emily, the things you can do to me. No matter where I run or hide, I feel your gift inside." Diana jumped out, unscathed aside from her hands that had held the rope. But she would gladly take that rope again over what Shan was to do, not knowng if he could skip rope, and smiling maliciously at the prospect of his blood raining over them. |
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| Shan Orison | Sun Dec 18, 2011 2:50 am Post #17 |
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Shan spun the rope for Diana, disappointed she was actually good at it. He planned to try speeding up the rope, just for a moment as it sliced downward, so she'd mistime it and lose a foot. Sadly, she jumped out of the rope before he could do that, and he found himself standing in the middle instead. "Ready, Shan?" Nightmare Emily asked. He worried. He never skipped rope. He didn't know why it was just girls who skipped rope, but boys didn't skip rope. Maybe if he could enlist the twerp, he could use his sense of rhythm to bumble through. But he was alone, utterly alone, and his stomach twisted at the imposed silence. He wasn't helpless, though, and he thought fast. "You know, Emily," he said, trying to sound sweet. "It'd be more fun if we all had a jump rope so we could all play at once. I know Diana wishes she could go again. That way, no one would have to wait." Nightmare Emily considered this. Shan sweated as time stretched, worried the rope would start swinging without warning, and the hilarious image of Diana bleeding in the sand would be replaced with his own body bleeding out. "Okay!" Emily said to Shan's relief. The dream shifted again. They stood in a line facing the cliff, the sun to their backs. All three held metal ribbons now: one for each, holding an end in each hand. "We'll Have A Race. You Have To Jump Rope To The Cliff, Alright? Ready, Set, Go!" Emily took off, her shape just a blur of silver as she raced at inhuman speed to the cliff, up the cliff wall, and stood at the peak before Shan even started to spin his rope. "I Win! Now We Have To See Who Gets Second Place!" Shan started, moving the blade slowly. His leg suffered some nicks as he settled into a steady rhythm, but nothing that wouldn't clot quickly. He felt things were going well now, until he landed a foot in water. He looked down to see his feet ankle deep in the sea, even though he was skipping away from it. "Better Hurry Up," Nightmare Emily called down. "The Tide's Coming In!" Shan looked around trying to find the line of detritus that marked the tideline. He couldn't find it on the beach, however. His gaze crept up the wall of the cliff until he noticed the water line more than three quarters of the way up the white cliff. "Oh, no," He said, and started to run. The moment he tried to move without jumping rope he found he couldn't. His feet were plastered to the sand and covered with seawater that rose to his knees. "I Told You, Shan," Emily said. "You Have To Skip Rope!" Shan skipped as fast as he dared, the water rising around him. However, even if he could make it to the cliff, he doubted he could skip rope to the top, and the rules of the nightmare meant he couldn't climb. And the tide was rising ever faster... |
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| Diana Sin | Sun Dec 18, 2011 3:20 am Post #18 |
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As Shan's turn came, Diana realized the boy was cleverer then she had ever given him credit for. He was able to talk his way out of putting his life in Diana's hands and make sure Diana was given another chance to screw up. The scene changed again, and she was holding a sharp rope of her own. The rules of the new game were simple, skip rope in a race to the cliff. She could do that, no problem. It began to strike Diana that things were going considerably easier for her then usual. It seemed as though she was actually doing well at Emily's games for a change, as though some skill usually locked away for these nightmares were letting themselves be realized. But why? Perhaps it was Shan. She had never had someone else to beat in these aside from Emily, and no one ever truly beat Emily. As she was halfway up, she looked back to see Shan was struggling in the water that was rising. She grinned down at him before turning to proceed up, following behind Emily. "Second," she chirped happily, and for the first time since she had become bestest friends with Emily she felt like she was really having fun. Of course, she hoped she would get out of this sun soon, and could saw goodbye to cutting her hands up on the 'rope', but aside from those complaints it was fun to see Shan squirm. |
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| Shan Orison | Sun Dec 18, 2011 6:01 am Post #19 |
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"Not Yet, Diana!" Nightmare Emily called down. "You Need To Reach The Top. Better Hurry! Shan's Catching Up!" Shan skipped rope to the edge of the cliff, staring in bafflement at Diana. "How the hell are you so calm?!" he asked, lifting his hands to some likely looking cracks in a desperate hope that perhaps he could climb up. His frozen legs dashed that quickly, though. He growled a bit as he picked the rope back up. The water was already reaching the clifface. "Don't you see the tide line up there?" Shan pointed and, in a fit of optimism, he tried skipping rope and jumping at the cliff. He didn't manage to go perpendicular to the ground, however, and barely managed to recover his balance. "Emily! We can't skip up the clifface! Maybe we can play something else?!" "It's Easy, Shan. You Saw Me Do It!" Nightmare Emily grinned. "Don't Give Up. You Still Have A Few Minutes Until You Drown!" "Dammit, it's not working, and we can't skip rope and swim..." He tried twisting into Diana's mind, but he was still getting nowhere. "Diana, stop fighting me and let me change this. I think death here has consequences." He looked down as the water began to lap at his thighs. "DAMMIT Diana, think of something else! Or just shut that rutting brain off for five seconds!" "Better Hurry, You Two! You Don't Want To Be In Last Place, Do You?" The water reached their waists, and Shan's patience with Diana reached its end. In desperation, he pulled back a fist and struck Diana as hard as he could in the face. It must have stunned her, because the wedge of influence he had finally seemed to open just enough for him to twist the dream in a new direction, any direction. "Oh!" Nightmare Emily piped up. "I Know Something Else We Can Do." Shan blinked. He sat at a covered table, an empty tea cup on a saucer sat before him, far larger than normal. Diana sat across from him, with her own fine china teacup. Beside her was a giant stuffed bear and a stuffed frog. Shan looked to his right. A stuffed bunny sat next to him, and on the left, a curly haired doll stared vacantly. Large chandliers lit the table which, when Shan looked to the right, stretched down into the distance fading from sight, seated on both sides by giant toys. At the left, Nightmare Emily stood, teapot in hand. From her giant size, Shan suddenly realized that the toys and china weren't extremely large. He and Diana were small. Doll sized, even. "Would You Like Some Tea, Shan?" Emily asked. "Um, yes please," Shan said, not really certain what was happening. Emily tipped the teapot over his cup...and nothing came out. "There You Go, Shan. Be Careful. It's Hot." Shan groaned. Well, it'd been on his mind, but this was Paranoia's fear, not his. Except Paranoia was a tricky bastard, existing both on the twerp's side and his own. It was the Tealess Tea Party, and he and Diana were guests. Did that mean... He looked down and realized there were some changes to himself. First of all, he was in a frilly pink dress. Second of all, he had bits that he shouldn't and, a quick feel revealed, missing other bits he should have. He buried his head in his hands. The Tealess Tea Party, complete with his being a girl and in a dress. At least nothing would kill them here, as long as Diana's mind didn't add anything deadly. |
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| Diana Sin | Sat Dec 31, 2011 3:25 am Post #20 |
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Diana knew Emily was right, and she had not won yet, but looking at Shan it was obvious he was simply not as well suited to this game as she was. Her grin met his distress as he screamed at her as to why she was so calm. "So?" she replied to him and his worries of the tide. "I'm a vampire. I don't have to breathe." She felt an odd tingling in her head as he continued to yell nonsense at her, asking him to let her change this. What could that mean? Was Shan breaking down into insanity? She turned back to move towards Emily, ignoring the feeling until a new one hit as pain struck the back of her head, and for a moment the world turned black. When she came back, things had changed drastically. Both she and Shan were sharing a table with Emily and a few toys. Her eyes looked to Shan first, who was dressed so ridiculously that she found herself giggling girlishly. She began to understand slowly that things were odd, and as she looked around at the larger the enlarged non-creatures around her it simply felt wrong. Truth be told, she had had similar dreams before, a doll at Emily's Tea Party, but things were different here then they were in her own dreams, as though another mind had crafted this scene and jeering Diana slowly from her thoughts that her nightmares were her reality. She looked down and saw that much like Shan she was in a cute pink dress, and twitched. "That's not right," she said to herself. As soon as she said it, the outfit faded in color, a black taint spreading over it as she felt tight leather hold her ankles and wrists to the chair. She looked at Shan, but he did not suffer similar. "What... is this?" she whispered. There was fear in her eyes and voice, but also curiosity beginning to take hold over even that strong feeling. Even as little spiders formed to bring the teacup to her lips, her eyes were on Shan, questioning. Shan was what was different, how was he changing her world? |
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| Shan Orison | Sat Dec 31, 2011 3:47 am Post #21 |
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Diana looked about in confusion, the only expression that fit their situation. Her mind, as it reassessed the situation, shifted her own pretty pink dress into her usual black. Spiders poured around her cup, lifting it to her lips. Confused, Shan studied her position more. Ah, it seemed she had dreams or fears like this too, but hers were far more forced and she was bound in place. "Would You Care For A Scone?" Emily said, holding out a small plate of cookies. At least those were real. "It's a tea party," Shan said after he accepted a "scone" and a tiny black spider with eight bright eyes and fluffy legs jumped from the serving place to bring him one. "And," he added in a whisper, "since it looks like you're actually willing to not only hear me but listen, this is a dream as well. We're stuck in a nightmare that keeps tugging between us." "How Is Your Tea, Shan?" Emily asked at the head of infinite table. "Um, very good, Emily," Shan said, pretending to take a sip. "I don't know what's happening, and I only care because I can't get out. I've tried, we're stuck, and I don't know what'll happen next..." He drifted off. He'd heard...something, soft but ominous, in the distance. He turned back to the right, where the table stretched to the end of forever, lined with toys and dolls, chandeliers disappearing to a pinpoint of light. At least, that's how it should have looked. Now, the end of the table was dark, infinitely black.. As he watched, another distance chandelier went out at once, a thousand candles disappearing in a puff of air. He shivered. "So, yes, I don't know how we both got here, and I don't appreciate it. For now - " Another small sigh, and he glanced to see the darkness approaching. "Try...try to focus on the light. Keep it lit. And keep your Emily happy." |
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| Diana Sin | Sun Mar 25, 2012 3:44 am Post #22 |
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Shan was saying things that were only starting to make sense. A dream with Shan? If this was a dream, what was reality? The thought sparked an image, of a powerful vampire, a woman, not a child. There was a shock as she began to truly break the prison of her mind, remembering herself. She looked at Emily, and recognized all the things that made the girl a character in her head rather then the real thing. She then looked at Shan and realized he could not be her mental image of him. "Why would I keep the lights on?" asked Diana. Three tendrils of shadow came out from the black tea party dress and she smiled wickedly. "I like it dark." She looked towards the oncoming darkness and went entirely against Shan's advice. While he was trying to keep the lights on, she was imagining them going out. "I've always wanted to rule my own nightmares. I wonder if I can." From somewhere unseen her tendril drew out a knife. "I think I can..." she whispered, mostly to herself. "Emily, oh Emily, no longer will you rule me." With the knife she began to cut into the binds that held her in the chair, standing slowly when she was finally released by sheer willpower. |
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| Shan Orison | Wed Mar 28, 2012 10:59 pm Post #23 |
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The world went black. The only reason Shan's screams didn't make it out was they all seemed to clog up in his trachea, making him choke and gag simultaneously. He panicked and pushed away from the table, searching for light, any light, anywhere. He'd be willing to set his own arm on fire if it meant he could see. He didn't know why he was so terrified of darkness. It made no sense. He was the shadow. He should be fine without light. But somehow, somehow, the twerp became the one perfectly at ease at night, while he looked about nervously, worried that the stars themselves would go out. It was the exact opposite of fair. He didn't think of that now, however. He could only think of getting the lights back on. Somehow, anyhow. He couldn't do it on his own, however, and he didn't need the newly lucid Diana focusing on him. Instead, he focused on strengthening the nightmare as much as he could, pouring his panicked energy into the Nightmare Emily. Suddenly, the sounds of crying could be heard. "Oh, Diana..." Nightmare Emily said with a tsking noise. "Why Would You Do That?" A sick, greenish light began to shade the room. It didn't light things up, but it was far, far better than the darkness earlier. It allowed him to finally see Diana, see those dark tentacles of hers spreading about the room, see the chair she'd been sitting in just moments before. See the bindings that had once held her in place were different. Now they weren't simple straps. Dream logic told Shan that what had been holding her down were, instead, two small girls. When Diana cut through the bindings, she'd actually cut off the girl's hands. They were sobbing and bleeding and crying. There were no screams of pain, only cries of "Why, Mommy? Why?" between the tears. "That Was Very Mean Of You, Diana," Nightmare Emily said. "To Think You're Mean Enough To Do That To Your Little Girls..." |
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