Is There Someone I Can Pay To Let Me Go

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Who: Zelos Wilder & YOU
What: Take a guess, no really, take a wild guess
When: All throughout the nightmare plot
Where: Dreamland
Rating: PG-13 to R....I sure hope it doesn't get higher than that.

[Hi everyone how has your weekend of nightmares gone? Terribly? Great! Ready for more? No? Too bad.]

[If you're traveling around in the nightmares, you'll come across an area that seems like no one has turned on the lights - it's pitch black and you can't see past that]

[Overall the space gives off a cold feeling. Really cold, like it should be snowing in here. Sound is easy to pick up, in fact it's almost like someone turned up the volume way loud on the world. You can hear your own heartbeat, that small squeak of your sneakers, your own breath. If you have bad lungs? Well now you know. Cut out those cigarettes or inhaling chemicals already! You sound terrible!]

[There doesn't seem to be anyone else around. In fact you get the overwhelming sense that you are nothing short but purely alone and that's the way it always is. ]

[Though, that will probably change real soon now that there are spectators]

[OOC: Same deal as Allen's post a couple days ago. Nightmares will sorta be tailored based on people's desires level of trauma or aspect. You can find out what sort of stuff you can be in for here! Anyone's welcomed!]

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[ Bran! Even as she knows he cannot be Bran (Bran will never walk, Bran is far from here, Bran died), her brother's name sticks in her throat. Arya sinks to her knees. She tells herself she is taking care to hide—a boy might be harmless, but the adults sure to be around will not be—rather than her legs being unable to support her weight anymore. She pushes away the urge to join him. I am not a child, she tells her fiercely. Playing like that is for babies. ]

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[The boy holds out his arms and spins around in the snow, he turns back to look at the building from where he came]

Mother! Look at it all!

[The person you can presume to be his mother steps out. Except, it seems to be Catelyn instead, walking out with an air of regal that only ladies of that stature can bring]

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Mother?

[ Stunned, Arya's eyes flicker between her mother and the strange boy. Getting up, she fixes the boy with a dirty look. She runs to her mother, calling to her, fully intending to clutch to her. The boy is a liar. Or stupid. That's all. ]

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[Unfortunately for you, this isn't quite your mother as in she's a big bitch. She simply passes by without seeming to notice Arya. Nor is she really paying that close attention to the small boy, who has started building a snowman. She seems more content looking around at the foliage than either of the children]

[You know, kinda like how Cat treats jon!]

[persequor]

[ Fuck you, mommy is never bitchy. Not even to Jon. B( yes, she is ]

Mother?

[ Arya cannot hide the hurt that flickers over her face at her mother's ignoring her. She immediately casts about for whatever she may have done to make her mother unhappy with her. As she struggles to remember, she realizes she doesn't. Everything prior to the cold, she cannot remember anything. She remains where she had stopped, looking after her mother. She does not know if approaching would make her more upset with her. Arya fidgets. ]

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[The child that's building the snowman also seems to notice the mother's flippant attitude....though he seems much more used to it. He still tries to cheerfully start conversation. It's been a good day so far, maybe she'll look at him]

Mother! Isn't it very cold out?

Hm, yes. It's very cold.

[So is her tone, she doesn't sound like she gives a single care about the child that accompanies. She isn't paying attention to either the child or Arya, instead focusing on a leaf that she picked up from the ground. The boy frowns briefly before becoming what seems very attentive in making his snowman- as if that's the solution]

[persequor]

[ That's not her mother. That cannot be her mother. Her mother would never act like this. But she cannot confront Cat directly so instead she marches to the boy. She glares down at him. ]

Who are you?

[ She will step in his snowman if he tries to ignore her too. ]

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[The kid doesn't ignore her! Because you know, he's not a bitch like his mom. He does however seem very surprised to see another kid here. ]

H-Huh? Who- How did you get here?

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Arya of House Stark. Who are you? Why are you calling her 'mother'?

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Because she is! [he's so confused] I'm Z-

[Unfortunately this interrogation is cut off with a shot of something and the snow man that was pretty good size? Suddenly falls apart in front of them. And then? ]

[Red snow starts to fall]

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[ Arya stares at the snow, uncomprehending, before she realizes what it is. She moves without thinking, shoving the boy down. ]

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[the boy gets shoved down! Meanwhile the source of the red snow? Is the mother, who now seems to have a large injury from whatever struck and the smell of blood is everywhere]

[She falls to her knees, grabbing onto Arya's shoulder. The boy behind is watching in horror. Blood is getting everywhere]

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[ Arya turns, ready to fend whoever is behind her any way she can. She freezes when she sees her mother's face. She forgot about her mother. She forgot about her mother. She forgot. ]

Mo—

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[The boy next to you seems to be thinking along the same lines. ]

Mother! You're bleeding- [calling out in hopes that a maid will hear] Someone! Someone come quickly!

[Mother meanwhile will turn up and actually look at the two for once. It's hard to tell which one she is speaking to, but she has a slight smile on her face when she speaks]

You should have never been born.

[And then, the life leaves her eyes and she completely falls]

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[ There is white noise in her ears and her eyes are wide and her mind does not dare make the connection, why is she so still, why isn’t she moving, what did she say, Mother, get up!

Arya touches her hair—"Your hair is pretty, Mother. I wish mine was as pretty." "Do you want to hear a secret? I wish mine were as beautiful as yours, darling girl."— as underneath her the white turns red, red dissolving the white, red eating it away, too much red, redredred.

She still strokes her mother's hair as the words finally make sense. She can consider them. She does not feel them. Arya's life had been gone that day in Baelor's sept. Whatever was left seeps into the snow with her mother's blood. ]

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[The boy meanwhile seems frozen, still holding onto his mother as he stares at the world that is quickly turning red. ]

[There's the distant sounds of people running, it seems subdued since whoever had this memory wasn't listening.]

[The only thing solid? Is when a grown man's hand touches Arya's shoulder. The true owner of this memory. He is standing there, watching this scene. And not too thrilled that someone he knows is here.]

Arya. What are you doing here?

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[ Arya startles. Her mouth opens several times—a fish gasping at air—but she cannot answer him. She cannot find her voice. She cannot even find it in her to question how he is here or where here is. ]

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Arya.

[The woman that was once Cat changes, if Arya looks. No longer Tully red, but a woman with long golden hair that looks as soft and wavy as her son's. Her face lacks the age of Cat's, instead she looked so young and flawless. Not a single laugh line or wrinkle. Vacant blue eyes stare out]

[Zelos meanwhile doesn't know what to do. People are not supposed to see this. Especially not people with enough on their plate. He feels exposed and afraid]

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[ When she notices the change, Arya pushes away from the body in surprise. ]

Wha—? Who...?

[ She casts wildly about for her mother. ]

My mo— My— Where— She was here! My mother—! [ Arya seizes Zelos' wrist. ] Help me find her! She was hurt! She was bleeding! I don't know what— We have to find her!

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Arya- darling!

[He'll try to help pull her away. Away from the mess. The boy meanwhile continues to sit there, as if completely unaware of what's going on around him]

Your mother's fine! Whatever you saw- it wasn't her, okay?

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No! I saw her! She came out with that boy—

[ The boy. Whoever did it. He must still be here. Arya looks around as if she might catch sight of the assasin. ]

Don't sit there! [ She screams at the boy, struggling to break free of Zelos' grasp. ] Get down!

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[The boy doesn't move, he's looking past his mother now at across the gardens, where several people are now restraining a very crazed looking woman that is screaming her head off]

Don't stop me! That kid...I'm going to kill that Zelos! Why is he the Chosen one?! If that woman hadn't gotten in the way, I would have killed him!

[Zelos meanwhile does what he can to look away from that himself, though he's not having a whole lot of luck with it. The red is everywhere]

[persequor]

[ Arya ceases struggling. She'd been warned. Her dancing master had said so. Being troubled only brought more trouble. Swallowing her rioting emotions, Arya looks at the scene again. The answer stared at her the entire time. She was too blinded to see it. Still too unwilling to buy such impossibilities. ]

This is a memory. It's yours. [ That's Zelos as a child. That's his mother. ]

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[There's a long pause before he answers]

Yes, it is.

[persequor]

[ He's still staring…

Abruptly coming to a decision, Arya pushes away from Zelos. She hurries back to the boy (Zelos, this is Zelos too). She touches him lightly on the shoulder so he's aware of her before covering his eyes. Kneeling beside him, she pulls him against her like she would Bran when they were little and Robb and Jon would try to frighten them. ]

Don't look. It's worse when you look. You don't want to remember them like this.