Enter the Dreaming - action

[foreseen_future]

[There's a strange descent of peacefulness once night comes. It lays over the residents and takes them into a deep sleep. Soft sleep. Sweet sleep. A phantom walks the city, a smile to her features, while somewhere, her double sleeps deeply in a bed, wrapped in sheets and blankets

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Wednesday

[loudmouthing]

[A familiar scene-- a familiar dream. It haunts him many nights of the week with no sign of ceasing. It starts on a beautiful, snowy day in what appears to be a wealthy city. The town gleams under a fresh coat of snow, and the echoing sound of happy children can be heard all throughout. Snowmen litter the street, and snowball fights break out all about town. For one day, the city belongs to the youth.]

[Cut to the the upper corner-- the noble corner. No children play here. There is no sound of youthful delight; no hastily made snow sculptures. Here the residents stay inside, sipping hot drinks and making idle conversation while waiting on luxurious meals or brave visitors.]

[But one house shows the tiniest bit of activity-- a red haired boy runs outside, his arms outstretched like an airplane, his cheeks flushed with delight. His mother follows, a rare smile etched on her pale, gaunt face. He laughs and slows his pace to match hers and they proceed to the garden, normally full of bright, blooming flowers but today a crisp, fresh

[loudmouthing]

[He splutters a bit more before standing up straight, wincing a bit as he does so.]

Wherever would you get that idea?

[foreseen_future]

You smell of arrogance.

[loudmouthing]

Oh? [He has to admit, he's a bit taken aback-- normally he's quite the fantastic liar.]

Is that really such a bad thing?

[foreseen_future]

Yes. Yes it is.

[loudmouthing]

It's better to be a cynical bastard than a naive optimist.

[foreseen_future]

[she knees him again.]

[loudmouthing]

[KJHLAKSD SOBBING WHYYYY.]

I take it you don't agree.

[foreseen_future]

Did your aching balls tell you that?

[loudmouthing]

[He backs away a few steps to avoid getting kneed again. Shit hurts, man.]

Alright, then. What do you make of all this, then?

[foreseen_future]

I make of it that you're inner child pretty much had a good dream, and you're too damn cynical to enjoy it.

i love her i love her i love her

[loudmouthing]

It was just that. A dream.

you should see her in a black dress

[foreseen_future]

Do I need to knee you again?

oh man. /wolf whistles

[loudmouthing]

No thanks. Let's try to keep that to a minimum.

hey now

[foreseen_future]

Then keep the cynicism to a minimum, got that, kid?

you knew it was comin'

[loudmouthing]

Kid? [He arches a brow.]

Who are you, anyway?