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Post by Ellie who has 0% on Jul 29, 2012 20:12:24 GMT -4
//The follow is a dreamscape. Yaaay it's all in your head. All I ask is to be active weeeeeeeeee. I'm using Olette your typical Twilight Town girl who suppresses herself with her own insecurities; also for some reason I'm tempted to dabble with dream interpretive imagery. \\
Like any typical dream, Olette hardly remembers how she got where she was. The only thing that was vivid was riding a train. Her life in Twilight Town obviously inspired the interior since everything was drenched in the warmth of warm sunset tones. It was surprising how the brunette could be lax in such environment without having grown sick of it; she loved her world. How couldn't she it was home, everything she knew? Yet it was harder not to feel a bit sick as if she was suffering from separation anxiety from the outdoor. The dull look was clear on her face as if she'd just woken up, but the sunlight burned her eyes to blink, while the breeze tickled her face from the open windows.
The car she was in was hardly fool. Shades of people strolled to and fro; they all ironically lacked distinctive features for her to recognize. It isn't as if it would matter; by the time she'd wake up, she would have difficulty remembering what happened in chronicle order let alone the details of one's face. Squinting she sat alone in her seat before getting acquainted with the bright lighting from outside. With her eyes fully adjusted, she poked her head out the windows to see an icy mountainous terrain that broke the blue skies from the plains that rest at its base. Her breath hitched in her throat at the spectacle. Her attention was drawn away hearing splashes of water...a lot of it.
Looking down her eyes widened noticing that the train was chugging along a wide and large lake. Looking back, she couldn't see any shore beyond the horizon like. This might as well be considered an ocean rather than a lake. Still uncertain about the reality of the phenomenon she lifted herself up to sit on her knees to peer over some more. The train was going along a track, which was submerged underwater held up by piles of rocks. Despite how hard she strained she couldn't see the bottom of the lack, but pitch dark blue. A shadow waved from above, and looking up, she saw white sea birds flying ahead.
"Woow...this is...AMAZING. Is this what other worlds are like?" Or is this just her romanticizing and fantasizing what other worlds were like. For the time being Olette was content as she wiggled back on her rump. Her head rested on the window seal staring off into the distance. In her heart she could feel the light butterfly flutters, "I could...stay here forever."
Olette easily ignored the sounds of people walking about the train, but she only stopped her day-gazing when her shoulder was tapped, "Ticket."
Turning her head, she bashfully blinked. Her current thoughts were confused not thinking she had a ticket; she never recalled buying one, but her hand instinctively went into her purse, into her wallet, and whisked out an odd train ticket. It looked exactly like the tickets in Sunset Station, but she wasn't in Twilight Town. As soon as it was punched, the familiarity faded away into an opalite iridescent card. Bewildered, Olette flipped it in her hand to see if the image would come back, but all she got was the shinning rainbow of the iridescent effect.
"That's...odd," the brunette whispered before quickly stuffing it away in her purse. Letting that awkward moment passed, she was about to turn back towards her window before a woman, who face was clouded in a shadow, pushed a moving cart of treats. Paying munny, Olette grabbed a few things, then ripped upon her freshly bought strawberry yogurt.
"Hmm...I wonder where we're going..."
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//Any form of transportation in your dream translate to a journey. A body of water represents your unconscious, while mountains can represent obstacles. If I recall...birdies = spirituality, but with KH terms...YOUR HEEEART. Oh yes random dream shiddle dittle skittles; in your dream there may be an archetype call The Shadow...it's generally a strong obstacle, opposing force, ooor that person chasing after you.\\
At first there was just the wind. It rushed pleasantly in her ears, along her feet and face, familiar and close. The rest was just darkness. Then her golden cat-like eyes flickered open, and she saw the sky.
It was moving far too fast to be natural, but oddly enough, Nyra didn't notice. Her subconscious simply reasoned that there was wind, so the clouds were just moving quickly today. Bright white and fluffy clouds against a stark blue sky. A flock of white birds flushed past. After a moment she came to realize the corners of her vision were jagged, which was strange. Then she turned her head slightly, and realized wherever she was was bordered by mountains.
With that small turn of her head, many other things became apparent, one after the other. Firstly, she was laying on her back, arms behind her head. She was barefoot for some reason, which was why she could feel the wind in her toes. Also, her hair was down. That realization - that her long, dark hair was not where it was supposed to be, up in a band high on her head where it belonged - was somehow unnerving. Enough so that she sat bolt upright, her heart suddenly pumping. Almost immediately, however, the wind turned against her, and she was forced back down.
That triggered confusion. Then, her final realization - she was on a train. On it's roof, in fact. And the concept wasn't as nearly as alarming as the fact that her hair was down, nor did the fact that the wind had begun to pick up speed cause her as nearly as much trepidation. But that hair. . . something would have to be done, she couldn't concern herself with it while her arms were pinned to her sides by the wind.
So Nyra rolled to the side, and rolled again. For a few moments her hair wrapped around her, and the loose strands caught in the wind and twisted in a serpentine dance. Then her fingers found the edge of the train, and she peered over.
They were above a massive lake. There was also a window underneath her. It was open. Nyra swung her legs over the edge, hung there for a minute, then thrust forward and into the compartment.
In a disheveled heap on the floor, hair splayed about her, Nyra looked up and saw a pretty brunette sitting with yoghurt. She spotted a band around the other girl's wrist, and breathed in relief.
"I don't suppose I can borrow that, can I?" she asked. It wasn't thick or black like hers, but by then she was desperate to get her hair out and away from the shadows.
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Last Edit: Jul 29, 2012 21:08:28 GMT -4 by Zephiris
Brown brows wrinkled at the noise from above. What in the world was that? Although she kept the question in mind, her lips mouthed it softly as her head looked about the train to see if anyone else had noticed it. With one look at her window, she didn't spot anything...odd. Next a body tumbled in from the window onto the floor.
Instinctively, Olette recoiled more on her seat, while holding up her yogurt as if the body was threatening to contaminate it with foreign germs and dust. When it didn't make a sound, the teen had an urge to poke the bundle of flesh with her foot, but she stiffened and froze finding a pair of peculiar golden eyes focused on her...well on her wrist. The discomfort made her want to back away more until it, she, spoke well asked gently. Looking around she wondered if this girl was sane and truly talking to her. She seemed so calm as if she didn't just fell through a window onto the floor.
"Uuuuuh...sure," the brunette played along, while keeping calm. The yogurt sat next to her, while she undid a black band from around her arm and gave it to her, "Umm that aside...are you...alright, and...whereyouontopoftheTRAIN?!"
Olette's exclaimed caught the attention of the other riders. With the commotion of this girl, they were already trying to hush their gossiping whispers that danced with their unamused faces. It wasn't long before the conductor came with a frown. Now that Olette got a look of him, he resembled a black plump shape, but transparent like a shadow and a black ghost. His hands had white gloves, which looked like actual fabric along with his attire. Grumpily, he swayed towards them with jingles of change.
He waggled his finger at them giving a silent message of keeping it down. Next his hand stretched out to Nyra...not for assistance, but requesting for her ticket. For emphasis, he clicked his whole puncher slowly growing impatient.
Olette looked wearily from Nyra to the conductor, "Uum do you have your ticket, becaaause I don't know what they do to people who doesn't."
Oh she knew a bit such as being booted off the next stop, but seeing how they were surrounded by water...who know when their next stop would be or rather would they even wait and force the girl to take a swim.
"Uh, yep. I was. And don't ask me how or why, I haven't the slightest -" Nyra broke off in alarm. All the nearby passengers were looking her way, and their faceless yet passive gazes sent a shiver down her spine.
The conductor was heading her way, too. His movements were impatient, but purposeful, and yet Nyra couldn't for the life of her figure out what he wanted.
"A ticket?" Nyra murmured to the brunette sitting above her, feeling security in the fact that the girl had a face. The term sounded familiar, but she couldn't match it with a purpose. The freaky looking contraption in the thing's hand clicked ominously, though, and Nyra found herself getting a bit uneasy. She patted her pants, but knew she rarely wore any with pockets. She never needed to carry anything, save Nocturne. . .
Nocturne! Nyra groaned, noticing with chagrin but not surprise (as it was in dreams) that Nocturne's sheath hung from the waste of the white-gloved conductor, while the katana's blade was nowhere to be seen. Ah, well, a fat lot of good it would have done anyway, that rusty old thing in this place.
"Hey. I'm Nyra, by the way," Nyra mumbled rapidly to the girl out of the corner of her mouth, "and do you happen to have a ticket could borrow?"
Her eyes flew open before the other girl could answer; a large white palm was reaching right towards her face, the black arm it was attached to seeming unnaturally long, more bulbous shadow than faceless man. Heart jumping to her throat, Nyra grabbed her newfound friend's arm on an impulse, attempted to pull her out of her seat, and bolted down the aisle towards the next compartment. Behind her, the yogurt fell to the ground with a muted splat.
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Last Edit: Aug 2, 2012 18:55:30 GMT -4 by Zephiris
Olette nodded when the stranger with the most peculiar cat yellow eyes introduced herself. She repeated the name in her head, a name that would be a mere blur by the morning. Before she could return the polite exchange, she felt a sense of weary flutter past her. Nyra didn't have a ticket, and Olette commenced patting and digging through her pockets knowing she lacked an extra in her purse.
"Uuum," Olette started with uncertainy before finshing with a swift gasp. Her arm was seiged, and the next thing she remember was running. Her feet were doing it on their own accord trying to catch up with Nyra. "Wait wait waaaait!"
Her yogurt hit the floor, and her feet almost fumbled when she tried to gain control of herself. Why was she running? Heck why were THEY running? She was just fine where she was at. Finally gaining enough control to exhale, she turned her head back feeling everything slow down in motion. Her hair, brown and soft, was flying with her run. Staring at her was the conductor, his gloved handed twitched, and she swore she saw a pair of beenie golden yellow eyes as if someone jabbed a golden nuggets in his void face. He began pursing them slowly, but the train met a halt as they reached to the end of a car. A quick stop was made, and there was enough shadow-like bodies to baracade him from them.
Hearing a door swing open, Olette snapped out of it to see they were changing cars. This train was a bit old fashioned as the links from one car to another was completely exposed to the out there. A crisp breeze whipped past her as she made her move to jump across to the other side. The brunette didn't defiantly stopped until she was safe in the next car, "Okay okay okay!"
She wiggled her arm away from the other and looked up at her somewhat exasperated, which she tried to held back, while gaining her breath," Now WHAT...was THAT about?!"
"Y-You can just run in the TRAIN. Let alone not pay your ticket. Do you they can just throw you out?! Wait...wait a minute," where in the worlds was this train going. She never been on a train that would crudely throw you out before reaching a stop, and feeling how they just halted for a moment, she wondered where exactly. Moving past Nyra, she looked out of the closet window. Again she was met with the imagery of a wide vast crystal blue lake with a mountain range behind it. The only difference now that in the foreground was a lone tree. Poking her head out the window, and looking back, she saw...nothing or than the tracks," Wh-where's the stop? This...doesn't make any sense."
Nyra agreed wholeheartedly, her heart still hammering rapidly in her chest. No, it didn't make any sense at all. She couldn't explain her inexplicable fear of the conductor, or her nauseating discomfort at not having a ticket, and the whole situation to begin with. The frightening experience with her hair as she rolled from the train roof to the brunette's compartment had only just been the start of a very odd venture.
Curiously, Nyra joined the other girl at the window, wondering what had caught her attention enough to finally declare their situation nonsensical. No train stops, nowhere in sight. No decent spots to land and jump, either, if it came down to that. Just a lake, and the sky, the mountains, a tree.
"Here, sit," Nyra beckoned, taking a seat herself. Said hair was still tumbling about her shoulders, down to her waist in a wild, dark mass from the flight through the train. Nyra looked at her wrist, remembering the other girl had given her a band. With relief, she pulled forward sharply to flip her hair over, gathered it in her hands, and tied it secure. Much better. Now she could think.
She turned to brunette who had run with her. "Okay," Nyra said. "Sorry about flying like that. The man just gave me the creeps. What do you think I should do? Stay to find out if they just keep stowaways in a broom closet until the next stop, or make a break for it in the case they really don't like the extra weight?" Nyra flopped back in the seat in exasperation, looking up towards the ceiling with her arms splayed along the cushion. "I don't even know how I got on this thing to begin with!"
Then Nyra turned to the brunette girl, and in the moment of respite got a good look at her. She seemed a sunny sort of person, with pretty wide green eyes. "I never did catch your name," Nyra said politely. She couldn't catch it because the other hadn't had a chance to say it yet, what with all of Nyra's antics.
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Last Edit: Aug 11, 2012 23:04:29 GMT -4 by Zephiris
Olette nodded dumbly before flopping down on a spot across from Nyra. For the first time, she finds herself hunched over staring at the ground trying to recollect and make sense out of everything, and slowly like a mummy she sat up staring blankly out the window, while her new company bind her hair up.
Her head turned to give Nyra recognition as she started. She seemed defeated to in trying to unraveling this anomaly, which left Olette with little words in a meek low voice, "I...I guess you're right."
They were stuck in this together; the twilight town resident couldn't find it in herself to leave Nyra in the dust and whims of the authorities here. Actually she was the only person she had talked to once boarding on this train, if she even had done that, so it would do no good to write off the little company she had, "Oh um, it's Olette, Olette Simmons. How did you get here? You were on the roof right?"
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