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recolle2017-10-09 09:34 pm
notyourutopian) wrote in recolle2017-10-09 09:34 pm
[Closed]
WHO: Eleanor and Yukiko
WHERE: Their apartment.
WHEN: Night of the tenth.
WHAT: Waking up from bad dreams.
WARNINGS: Talk of dream violence? Maybe some actual violence if they go out.
Eleanor grunted in pain as she hit the metal floor, water and dirt splashing up against her face, staining the flimsy white nightgown she was wearing. Behind her, a chorus of cheers and laughter went up, celebrating that she had tripped, that they could catch her now.
She hissed and pushed forward, continuing her run through the damp metal tunnel, bare feet slapping on the ground. No matter how fast she ran, she could hear the splicers behind her, never more than a few feet away, but she just had to keep moving, had to keep...
"Oh Eleanor..."
A woman's voice, frustrated and resigned, suddenly filled the air, loud enough to bring her to a halt, spinning around in place but...no one was there. Her pursuers were gone, the woman wasn't here, just...the tunnel. Okay. Okay, she could just-
"You were always such a disappointment," the woman suddenly continued, right behind her, and Eleanor whirled, only to find instead a figure in a massive diving suit standing in front of her, his arm held high, a whirling two foot long drill where his hand should be.
"No!" She barely had time to scream before the man let out a roar and brought the drill down towards her face and-
"NO!
Eleanor shouted the word as she shot upright in bed, gasping for air, her hands brought up to ward off an attack that wasn't coming. "W-wha..." She was in her room. Just in her bedroom. Not in Rapture. Not about to die. Not soaking wet. Well...sweaty. Ugh. Her hands dropped to the sheets, and she just stared around the dark room for a good thirty seconds, trying to process everything, trying to catch her breath. It was just a dream. Just a dream.
Just a dream.
She finally let out a long groan, pressing her hand to her forehead. Well, just a dream or not, it had woken her up. And there was no way she was going back to sleep now, not even if she wanted to. So with a sigh Eleanor slipped out of bed, plucking at the tanktop she slept in with a sigh before padding barefoot out of her bedroom and into the kitchen. Maybe something to eat would calm her nerves enough to try again...
WHERE: Their apartment.
WHEN: Night of the tenth.
WHAT: Waking up from bad dreams.
WARNINGS: Talk of dream violence? Maybe some actual violence if they go out.
Eleanor grunted in pain as she hit the metal floor, water and dirt splashing up against her face, staining the flimsy white nightgown she was wearing. Behind her, a chorus of cheers and laughter went up, celebrating that she had tripped, that they could catch her now.
She hissed and pushed forward, continuing her run through the damp metal tunnel, bare feet slapping on the ground. No matter how fast she ran, she could hear the splicers behind her, never more than a few feet away, but she just had to keep moving, had to keep...
"Oh Eleanor..."
A woman's voice, frustrated and resigned, suddenly filled the air, loud enough to bring her to a halt, spinning around in place but...no one was there. Her pursuers were gone, the woman wasn't here, just...the tunnel. Okay. Okay, she could just-
"You were always such a disappointment," the woman suddenly continued, right behind her, and Eleanor whirled, only to find instead a figure in a massive diving suit standing in front of her, his arm held high, a whirling two foot long drill where his hand should be.
"No!" She barely had time to scream before the man let out a roar and brought the drill down towards her face and-
"NO!
Eleanor shouted the word as she shot upright in bed, gasping for air, her hands brought up to ward off an attack that wasn't coming. "W-wha..." She was in her room. Just in her bedroom. Not in Rapture. Not about to die. Not soaking wet. Well...sweaty. Ugh. Her hands dropped to the sheets, and she just stared around the dark room for a good thirty seconds, trying to process everything, trying to catch her breath. It was just a dream. Just a dream.
Just a dream.
She finally let out a long groan, pressing her hand to her forehead. Well, just a dream or not, it had woken her up. And there was no way she was going back to sleep now, not even if she wanted to. So with a sigh Eleanor slipped out of bed, plucking at the tanktop she slept in with a sigh before padding barefoot out of her bedroom and into the kitchen. Maybe something to eat would calm her nerves enough to try again...