Dream - 003
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There is the sound of an aerosol can before anything comes into focus, and when it does the viewer is privy to a large graffiti tag on a concrete wall. It's nearly impossible to make out what it actually says - made more difficult by the odd visual quality of the dream. The color fades in and out, the picture at times clear and at times not.
There's one part of the tag that's quite easy to pick out, however, and that is a large violet star placed behind the lettering.
Then the artist is visible. He flips the can in his hand with a satisfied smirk, turning so as to be seen more easily by the viewer. It's a familiar face, slightly younger looking and minus the usual facial decor, and one might recognize the dirty blond hair and blue eyes from a dream prior...
"Hurry up, ****!" The voice is half garbled, and the address that might have been the young man's name was indecipherable. Still smiling, he joins a group of rather punkish looking teenagers, the leader of which gives him a thumbs up and the girl next to him...
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The girl leaves a trail of kisses down his collarbone. The two of them are laying on top of a picnic table in a park somewhere with nothing but a single ragged blanket to cover them. The remnants of what might have been dinner - four beer bottles and two wrappers belonging to sandwiches of vending machine quality - are strewn on the grass below next to their clothes.
He says something that can't be heard, and the girl bursts into giggles which causes him to give a smile more earnest than any those who know him now would have ever seen. He reaches over to brush a strand of hair away from her eyes...
There's a gunshot and both of them jump up. The leader from before has just come on the scene, outraged. While the blond stares like a deer caught in headlights, the teen begins yelling at both of them waving his gun threateningly but not firing again. The girl yells back. It's difficult to make out anything they say, but one would get the gist that the leader is claiming her as his, while she protests otherwise...
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The blond-haired man is waiting near a stop sign. Every so often he'll check his watch and frown. He was told to wait there. Someone would be by with the "items."
Instead of a familiar gang member, however, he is greeted with flashing sirens and a voice yelling for him to put his hands in the air. The realization that he'd been set up hits him like a wave of ice water, and rather than do what the cops ask he immediately makes a run for it.
He knows the area well, so he's dashing between houses and straight for the woods, murderous thoughts racing through his mind. Just as he thinks he's in the clear, a motorcycle comes around the corner and turns on its siren. He tried to flee back into the woods, but it follows him right in - far too quick for him to outrun.
In his haste, he trips over a large root hidden among the leaves and stumbles to the ground as the dream fades to black...
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Bat is breathing hard when he wakes up, as though he was the one who'd just been running for his life. He has nothing to say but a faint "...What?" as he stares at the glowing screen of his Dreamberry.
[Note: Bat's original life before his soul was brought to the Junkyard is never given. This is all speculative, created for the purpose of the game as he canonly would have started remembering things like this after a time.]
There is the sound of an aerosol can before anything comes into focus, and when it does the viewer is privy to a large graffiti tag on a concrete wall. It's nearly impossible to make out what it actually says - made more difficult by the odd visual quality of the dream. The color fades in and out, the picture at times clear and at times not.
There's one part of the tag that's quite easy to pick out, however, and that is a large violet star placed behind the lettering.
Then the artist is visible. He flips the can in his hand with a satisfied smirk, turning so as to be seen more easily by the viewer. It's a familiar face, slightly younger looking and minus the usual facial decor, and one might recognize the dirty blond hair and blue eyes from a dream prior...
"Hurry up, ****!" The voice is half garbled, and the address that might have been the young man's name was indecipherable. Still smiling, he joins a group of rather punkish looking teenagers, the leader of which gives him a thumbs up and the girl next to him...
---
The girl leaves a trail of kisses down his collarbone. The two of them are laying on top of a picnic table in a park somewhere with nothing but a single ragged blanket to cover them. The remnants of what might have been dinner - four beer bottles and two wrappers belonging to sandwiches of vending machine quality - are strewn on the grass below next to their clothes.
He says something that can't be heard, and the girl bursts into giggles which causes him to give a smile more earnest than any those who know him now would have ever seen. He reaches over to brush a strand of hair away from her eyes...
There's a gunshot and both of them jump up. The leader from before has just come on the scene, outraged. While the blond stares like a deer caught in headlights, the teen begins yelling at both of them waving his gun threateningly but not firing again. The girl yells back. It's difficult to make out anything they say, but one would get the gist that the leader is claiming her as his, while she protests otherwise...
--
The blond-haired man is waiting near a stop sign. Every so often he'll check his watch and frown. He was told to wait there. Someone would be by with the "items."
Instead of a familiar gang member, however, he is greeted with flashing sirens and a voice yelling for him to put his hands in the air. The realization that he'd been set up hits him like a wave of ice water, and rather than do what the cops ask he immediately makes a run for it.
He knows the area well, so he's dashing between houses and straight for the woods, murderous thoughts racing through his mind. Just as he thinks he's in the clear, a motorcycle comes around the corner and turns on its siren. He tried to flee back into the woods, but it follows him right in - far too quick for him to outrun.
In his haste, he trips over a large root hidden among the leaves and stumbles to the ground as the dream fades to black...
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Bat is breathing hard when he wakes up, as though he was the one who'd just been running for his life. He has nothing to say but a faint "...What?" as he stares at the glowing screen of his Dreamberry.
[Note: Bat's original life before his soul was brought to the Junkyard is never given. This is all speculative, created for the purpose of the game as he canonly would have started remembering things like this after a time.]