02 // dream // ~ d o l l s ~
♣ warnings: err slightly disturbing 2D imagery?
♣ effects: manic, angry, drained.
♣ theme: something like this for the beginning.
~
[It's hard to tell just when the view opens as at first it is met by utter darkness. Very slowly it starts getting lighter, until curtains gradually become visible, although the light seems to come from them rather than any obvious source. It appears to be some sort of a cardboard theatre, although its sides fade into the blackness completely, making it impossible to see anything else.]
[Slowly, paper cut-out figures make their way into the scene dragged by thin, almost invisible strings. For the most part they'll resemble the people you know. A girl with pigtails and red boots, a boy with white hair, a young man with an eyepatch, a teen with cat-like features, a woman with dark circles under her eyes, dozens of nameless figures in white coats... all of them making no motion of their own, the same expressions forever stuck on their flat paper faces. You're one of them.]
[Overhead it's too dark to see anything. The strings drop one by one, and now by themselves, suddenly a little more alive, the figures leave the stage empty. You retreat towards the side, almost hiding behind a curtain. A string or two still attached, you try to cut it off with a tiny paper sword which seems just sharp enough for the task.]
[And that's where you freeze, because a final peace is being pulled into the stage. This time, you can actually see the puppeteer's hands, covered by gloves, and a demonic smile shining over it. Some kind of tar or black goo slowly leaks from above down the strings and towards the puppet actor. The doll looks just like you, except with a shorter hair and a scar drawn across its face. It must represent Alma, and you try telling yourself that nothing is real because reality doesn't look this way, and yet you still feel your mind and reason fading into red.]
[Those blasted Noah... How dare they?!]
[And you can't tell anymore whether you're ripping your own remaining strings out or actually being dragged by them as you charge forward, with one and only one thought in mind; cut them off, cut the damned strings along with the creeping black mass off at any costs, even if it means ripping the doll itself apart. He doesn't deserve to be treated this way, from hands to hands, it has to stop right now, and it doesn't matter if paper legs can't jump and paper sword can't cut, you'll be trying to reach up and free the poor soul.]
[It doesn't matter if you die trying, either.]
[Almost there, everything behind a red shaded veil, almost there, just a little more and it will all be over. The machine oil mixes with blood and stains the paper walls, paper flowers slowly blooming like a kind of outfolding fans. Free --]
[There's a sound of paper tearing, and everything is gone.]
~
[Kanda doesn't wake up; however he's frowning and turning around more than usual. He grits his teeth with a hiss for a moment, then mutters something inaudible returns to the relatively calm state, turning away as the Dreamberry turns off by itself.]
♣ effects: manic, angry, drained.
♣ theme: something like this for the beginning.
~
[It's hard to tell just when the view opens as at first it is met by utter darkness. Very slowly it starts getting lighter, until curtains gradually become visible, although the light seems to come from them rather than any obvious source. It appears to be some sort of a cardboard theatre, although its sides fade into the blackness completely, making it impossible to see anything else.]
[Slowly, paper cut-out figures make their way into the scene dragged by thin, almost invisible strings. For the most part they'll resemble the people you know. A girl with pigtails and red boots, a boy with white hair, a young man with an eyepatch, a teen with cat-like features, a woman with dark circles under her eyes, dozens of nameless figures in white coats... all of them making no motion of their own, the same expressions forever stuck on their flat paper faces. You're one of them.]
[Overhead it's too dark to see anything. The strings drop one by one, and now by themselves, suddenly a little more alive, the figures leave the stage empty. You retreat towards the side, almost hiding behind a curtain. A string or two still attached, you try to cut it off with a tiny paper sword which seems just sharp enough for the task.]
[And that's where you freeze, because a final peace is being pulled into the stage. This time, you can actually see the puppeteer's hands, covered by gloves, and a demonic smile shining over it. Some kind of tar or black goo slowly leaks from above down the strings and towards the puppet actor. The doll looks just like you, except with a shorter hair and a scar drawn across its face. It must represent Alma, and you try telling yourself that nothing is real because reality doesn't look this way, and yet you still feel your mind and reason fading into red.]
[Those blasted Noah... How dare they?!]
[And you can't tell anymore whether you're ripping your own remaining strings out or actually being dragged by them as you charge forward, with one and only one thought in mind; cut them off, cut the damned strings along with the creeping black mass off at any costs, even if it means ripping the doll itself apart. He doesn't deserve to be treated this way, from hands to hands, it has to stop right now, and it doesn't matter if paper legs can't jump and paper sword can't cut, you'll be trying to reach up and free the poor soul.]
[It doesn't matter if you die trying, either.]
[Almost there, everything behind a red shaded veil, almost there, just a little more and it will all be over. The machine oil mixes with blood and stains the paper walls, paper flowers slowly blooming like a kind of outfolding fans. Free --]
[There's a sound of paper tearing, and everything is gone.]
~
[Kanda doesn't wake up; however he's frowning and turning around more than usual. He grits his teeth with a hiss for a moment, then mutters something inaudible returns to the relatively calm state, turning away as the Dreamberry turns off by itself.]