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recolle2017-10-12 09:21 pm
destiny_key) wrote in recolle2017-10-12 09:21 pm
October Catch-All! [SEMI-OPEN]
WHO: Sora and YOU!!!
WHERE: Around Recolle
WHEN: Throughout October
WHAT: Nightmares, Fog, Depression, and just sort of not having a good time in general
WARNINGS: I'm not kidding about the depression, there's gonna be a lot of talk about that sort of thing.
[I - A memory more confusing the more you think about it]
Something about the fog made him uneasy. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it made Sora wonder if it was just his anxiety exploding through the roof, or if Recolle really was getting more and more dangerous as time went on. Both possibilities weren't fun to think about, but if he had to choose, he would probably pick the imaginary danger over the actual physical danger. But honestly, sometimes he wondered what the difference was.
But still, he walked home after soccer, the same as he did any other day. With the days shortening and the air getting colder every day, by the time he would make it back home, it was pitch black and freezing. But he was almost a grown-up, right? Why should he be afraid of a little fog? It's not like it was going to come out and bite him, right? Unless, of course, he was being followed by a familiar figure, with a not so familiar Keyblade.
Sora doesn't notice, until he does, and when he does, that's when the fog engulfs him, and he yelps loudly as this younger version of Dante rushes forward to take a swing at him. He manages to parry with his own Keyblade just in time, but the hit still knocks him back, and he moves away as Dante grins maniacally and begins to speak. His voice is overlaid with another, and the effect is creepy and terrifying, and if Sora thought he was panicking before, that's nothing compared to now.
"Is that all? Pathetic. Just give up, loser."
[II - Try not to think about it too hard]
Of course, the nights where he does make it home on time aren't really any better. True, he doesn't have to deal with the physical dangers that the fog presents, but he still has to deal with himself. He's so exhausted, homework is like a far off dream, and really, it's no wonder his grades are plummeting when he's not even able to do his homework. Sora's evening generally consists of going straight to bed after he walks in the door, trying to catch a few precious hours of sleep before he's inevitably woken again by nightmares.
He's been having the nightmares for a while now, but the month of October only seems to have amplified them tenfold. He wakes up several times a night, and by 3am, he's done trying to sleep. That usually ends up being the bit where he watches cat videos and Vine compilations for a few hours.
And even when he does manage to stay asleep, there's now the risk of someone walking in on his dreams and seeing everything. Seeing all the bits he tries so hard to hide.
"You're stupid! Sooner or later they'll swallow your heart!"
"Not a chance," the dream Dante responds. "My heart's too strong!"
And then he summons the shadows, and they engulf Sora, dragging him under, and all he can see on all sides is the disappointed faces of everyone from both this life and the previous one, before they turn around and leave him before he can beg them to stay.
[III - It might come back to bite you]
All this business with the nightmares and the fog is effecting Sora's school performance. He's sleeping in class, barely able to keep his eyes open, and several times he's gotten in trouble for it. His grades, previously maintained at a steady B average, are now slipping into C's and D's and F's, getting 50% on tests because even if he knows the answer he can't remember it. When the teacher speaks, it's like it's unintelligible and floats through his brain before getting lost in the noise.
His performance in soccer is suffering, too. He can't keep up with the other boys anymore, his energy is gone halfway through the drills he knows by heart. And as he drags himself to sit on the bench, he wonders, not for the first time, if he should just save everyone the trouble and quit the team already. It's a bit sad when he's being outrun by the freshmen boys.
At the end of the day, he's sitting by himself on the bench outside school, waiting for his mom to pick him up, because he doesn't even have the energy to walk the few blocks back to his house. And for someone who's usually so happy, it's unnerving to see him so distraught.
WHERE: Around Recolle
WHEN: Throughout October
WHAT: Nightmares, Fog, Depression, and just sort of not having a good time in general
WARNINGS: I'm not kidding about the depression, there's gonna be a lot of talk about that sort of thing.
[I - A memory more confusing the more you think about it]
Something about the fog made him uneasy. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it made Sora wonder if it was just his anxiety exploding through the roof, or if Recolle really was getting more and more dangerous as time went on. Both possibilities weren't fun to think about, but if he had to choose, he would probably pick the imaginary danger over the actual physical danger. But honestly, sometimes he wondered what the difference was.
But still, he walked home after soccer, the same as he did any other day. With the days shortening and the air getting colder every day, by the time he would make it back home, it was pitch black and freezing. But he was almost a grown-up, right? Why should he be afraid of a little fog? It's not like it was going to come out and bite him, right? Unless, of course, he was being followed by a familiar figure, with a not so familiar Keyblade.
Sora doesn't notice, until he does, and when he does, that's when the fog engulfs him, and he yelps loudly as this younger version of Dante rushes forward to take a swing at him. He manages to parry with his own Keyblade just in time, but the hit still knocks him back, and he moves away as Dante grins maniacally and begins to speak. His voice is overlaid with another, and the effect is creepy and terrifying, and if Sora thought he was panicking before, that's nothing compared to now.
"Is that all? Pathetic. Just give up, loser."
[II - Try not to think about it too hard]
Of course, the nights where he does make it home on time aren't really any better. True, he doesn't have to deal with the physical dangers that the fog presents, but he still has to deal with himself. He's so exhausted, homework is like a far off dream, and really, it's no wonder his grades are plummeting when he's not even able to do his homework. Sora's evening generally consists of going straight to bed after he walks in the door, trying to catch a few precious hours of sleep before he's inevitably woken again by nightmares.
He's been having the nightmares for a while now, but the month of October only seems to have amplified them tenfold. He wakes up several times a night, and by 3am, he's done trying to sleep. That usually ends up being the bit where he watches cat videos and Vine compilations for a few hours.
And even when he does manage to stay asleep, there's now the risk of someone walking in on his dreams and seeing everything. Seeing all the bits he tries so hard to hide.
"You're stupid! Sooner or later they'll swallow your heart!"
"Not a chance," the dream Dante responds. "My heart's too strong!"
And then he summons the shadows, and they engulf Sora, dragging him under, and all he can see on all sides is the disappointed faces of everyone from both this life and the previous one, before they turn around and leave him before he can beg them to stay.
[III - It might come back to bite you]
All this business with the nightmares and the fog is effecting Sora's school performance. He's sleeping in class, barely able to keep his eyes open, and several times he's gotten in trouble for it. His grades, previously maintained at a steady B average, are now slipping into C's and D's and F's, getting 50% on tests because even if he knows the answer he can't remember it. When the teacher speaks, it's like it's unintelligible and floats through his brain before getting lost in the noise.
His performance in soccer is suffering, too. He can't keep up with the other boys anymore, his energy is gone halfway through the drills he knows by heart. And as he drags himself to sit on the bench, he wonders, not for the first time, if he should just save everyone the trouble and quit the team already. It's a bit sad when he's being outrun by the freshmen boys.
At the end of the day, he's sitting by himself on the bench outside school, waiting for his mom to pick him up, because he doesn't even have the energy to walk the few blocks back to his house. And for someone who's usually so happy, it's unnerving to see him so distraught.
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