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paradisalogs2013-05-26 09:13 pm
youfallback) wrote in paradisalogs2013-05-26 09:13 pm
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The look in your eyes will turn to surprise as you feel the pain and realize
Who: Carolina (youfallback) and York (encryptedlock)
What: Nightmares
When: Mid-week abouts of the kid event
Where: Their bedroom
Rating: PG-13 maybe?
She'd been trying to stay up for days now and as the 48-hour mark dawned, she found herself unable to stay awake any longer. For all she knew, the nightmares began almost immediately. She found herself standing before the Director, time and time again, his voice filled with disappointment and shame at her performance. If only Allison had survived. Texas had killed an agent and Carolina had been the one reprimanded for losing the armor. She stood there for what felt like hours, but then the dream moved again and she found herself on the bridge, the hot flame of re-entry engulfing the long nose of the ship. No, no they couldn't be going down. Not now. Not again.
But Texas stood before her again, a palpable threat, despite somehow being Allison. Her brain couldn't consider them both together and instead shuffled the two images back and forth; one moment blonde hair filled her vision, the next with only black armor and a grip that slammed her down against the glass. The tug of gravity came sooner than Carolina expected and she found herself rocketed through the window. Sprawled out across the snow, a silent, methodical crunch of snow heralded Maine's approach. And she crawled. She crawled for all she could, but everything hurt too much to move and soon she didn't have to.
His fingers closed around her throat and then.
And then she woke up from the couch, screaming like she had that day. Full-bodied terror of a woman about to die ripped from her mouth as she stumbled and staggered down onto the ground, still screaming, finding her legs still useless with the phantom pain of the dream. She had to get away, she had to move, she had to think but horror crippled her senses, crippled rational thinking. crippled anything but the sensation of fingers around her throat.
youfallback) and York (encryptedlock)What: Nightmares
When: Mid-week abouts of the kid event
Where: Their bedroom
Rating: PG-13 maybe?
She'd been trying to stay up for days now and as the 48-hour mark dawned, she found herself unable to stay awake any longer. For all she knew, the nightmares began almost immediately. She found herself standing before the Director, time and time again, his voice filled with disappointment and shame at her performance. If only Allison had survived. Texas had killed an agent and Carolina had been the one reprimanded for losing the armor. She stood there for what felt like hours, but then the dream moved again and she found herself on the bridge, the hot flame of re-entry engulfing the long nose of the ship. No, no they couldn't be going down. Not now. Not again.
But Texas stood before her again, a palpable threat, despite somehow being Allison. Her brain couldn't consider them both together and instead shuffled the two images back and forth; one moment blonde hair filled her vision, the next with only black armor and a grip that slammed her down against the glass. The tug of gravity came sooner than Carolina expected and she found herself rocketed through the window. Sprawled out across the snow, a silent, methodical crunch of snow heralded Maine's approach. And she crawled. She crawled for all she could, but everything hurt too much to move and soon she didn't have to.
His fingers closed around her throat and then.
And then she woke up from the couch, screaming like she had that day. Full-bodied terror of a woman about to die ripped from her mouth as she stumbled and staggered down onto the ground, still screaming, finding her legs still useless with the phantom pain of the dream. She had to get away, she had to move, she had to think but horror crippled her senses, crippled rational thinking. crippled anything but the sensation of fingers around her throat.