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Warning: Lots of imagery of blood...probably not suitable for kids
Effects: (optional) A strong sense of hunger, agonizing pain, feeling of being restrained, smell of blood and maybe a metallic taste
There's nothing but darkness, so dark that nothing could be made out. And since sight could not be used, the other senses were heightened.
Drip,drip, drip
A fluid plummeting to the ground in small, constant amounts.The sound of that echoes,bouncing off the walls and resonating within the space. The sound of the dripping grew louder, becoming more apparent.
But it wasn't only the sound, but the smell of it ,too. A coppery, rustic one that hung in the air and lingered. It was almost teasing, how the metallic smell took up the space. And to add to the insult, the smell was strong enough for it to be tasted. Mingling with memory of the tongue.
The urge to go after the source of the sound and aroma followed soon after, but any movement to go towards it was negated by this pressure placed on the body. Hindering it from moving anywhere. Making the whole predicament worse, being stuck in the middle of the assault of senses. Hearing, sight, and sound all doing it's part to torture.
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The dream is cut short when the dreamberry is thrown off the edge of what appears to be a bed. It hit the floor with a clatter, but fell onto it's back so it continued to record. A dark figure emerges from the bed, clutching at his stomach and staggering as it got its footing. However, that seemed difficult, so the figure allowed himself to lean on a nearby wall for support. The figure picked up his head, realizing that the dreamberry is on. He stumbled over to it, shutting off the device.
Effects: (optional) A strong sense of hunger, agonizing pain, feeling of being restrained, smell of blood and maybe a metallic taste
There's nothing but darkness, so dark that nothing could be made out. And since sight could not be used, the other senses were heightened.
Drip,drip, drip
A fluid plummeting to the ground in small, constant amounts.The sound of that echoes,bouncing off the walls and resonating within the space. The sound of the dripping grew louder, becoming more apparent.
But it wasn't only the sound, but the smell of it ,too. A coppery, rustic one that hung in the air and lingered. It was almost teasing, how the metallic smell took up the space. And to add to the insult, the smell was strong enough for it to be tasted. Mingling with memory of the tongue.
The urge to go after the source of the sound and aroma followed soon after, but any movement to go towards it was negated by this pressure placed on the body. Hindering it from moving anywhere. Making the whole predicament worse, being stuck in the middle of the assault of senses. Hearing, sight, and sound all doing it's part to torture.
----
The dream is cut short when the dreamberry is thrown off the edge of what appears to be a bed. It hit the floor with a clatter, but fell onto it's back so it continued to record. A dark figure emerges from the bed, clutching at his stomach and staggering as it got its footing. However, that seemed difficult, so the figure allowed himself to lean on a nearby wall for support. The figure picked up his head, realizing that the dreamberry is on. He stumbled over to it, shutting off the device.
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Date: 2011-05-26 11:24 pm (UTC)I already said I would do what I could to help Kamu-chan, and I meant it. Besides you said nothing bad would happen and it wouldn't be any worse than giving blood so I have no reason not to help, right?
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Date: 2011-05-26 11:28 pm (UTC)What makes you so sure that's this guy?
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Date: 2011-05-26 11:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-27 12:11 am (UTC)[action]
Date: 2011-05-27 03:03 am (UTC)[But if Kio still wanted to help him, then Kamui would believe him. He held his hand out to the other, eyes changing from blue to gold.]
...your wrist.
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Date: 2011-05-27 03:08 am (UTC)...I'm not sure...but the description was very similar to someone I know. Anything resembling him is worth hearing.
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Date: 2011-05-27 03:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-27 03:13 am (UTC)What's so explicit about my dream? Too thought provoking? Too much emotion? Not enough images?
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Date: 2011-05-27 03:29 am (UTC)[ Click ]
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Date: 2011-05-27 04:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-27 04:13 am (UTC)There are too many images! Don't put any more in!
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Date: 2011-05-27 03:47 pm (UTC)[action]
Date: 2011-05-28 02:44 am (UTC)They're pretty.
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Date: 2011-05-28 02:55 am (UTC)[Kamui thinks about it. All he could come up with his description.] But he has dark hair and eyes. He dresses all in black. Has this golden necklace that's really long. Always smiling.
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Date: 2011-05-28 02:57 am (UTC)If you don't like it, don't watch. Simple as that.
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Date: 2011-05-28 03:06 am (UTC)[A pause]
I'll keep it in mind.
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Date: 2011-05-28 03:18 am (UTC)(frozen) no subject
Date: 2011-05-28 03:21 am (UTC)...Do you think it's your guy?
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Date: 2011-05-28 03:23 am (UTC)Still Kamui shrugs it off though.] ...not really.
[If the artist was marveling his eyes, then the blonde was going to get a kick of the next thing Kamui would reveal. His fingernail extending into a single talon, he hovers the tip of it over the other's skin.]
...I'm going to cut you now, you can still back out of this if you want to.
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Date: 2011-05-28 03:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-28 03:28 am (UTC)[action]
Date: 2011-05-28 03:32 am (UTC)I promised that I would help Kamu-chan, I'm not going to back out. [Once he had his mind made up Kio could be pretty stubborn, more so when he had made a promise.]
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Date: 2011-05-28 03:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-28 03:44 am (UTC)[action]
Date: 2011-05-28 03:49 am (UTC)Kamui doesn't waste anytime bringing his mouth to the open wound and licking at the blood that spilled from the other's lips.Careful not to let one drop be wasted.]