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Post by Addison on Jul 2, 2012 0:55:06 GMT -5
Nate yelled, and ran. It was all Addison needed to get the hint: she was not wanted. Nate didn't want her to be any where near him and she got the message loud and clear. With a sigh to herself, she slid down the wall of the diner. She had the strong urge to simply follow behind him, just to make sure he was okay. Whether or not Addison wanted to admit it, she had a soft spot in her heart for people that didn't show their asses to her in the first five minutes of meeting her. Her father had taught her when she was young to treat people the way she would want them to treat her. If she was in Nate's shoes, she would want someone to make sure she was okay. Even in her own shoes, that's all she wanted.
With a sudden overwhelming feeling of determination to protect some random teen she had not even officially met, she stood up. Addison could no longer see Nate, but knew the general direction in which he had ran. She simply began to walk on the sidewalk Nate had used to retreat with. After reaching multiple four way stops, it hit Addison. She was in a town, she didn't know, and was wandering around at four thirty-eight in the morning looking for a stranger.
All determination and hope Addison had for finding Nate quickly left. She didn't want to do, let alone how to return to the hotel before her mother would awaken. In an emotional rut, Addison turned around and retraced her steps to the best of her ability. It seemed like she was a lab rat chasing some elusive piece of cheese at the end, and she kept hitting a dead end.
Becoming panicked, Addison began to run through intersections and turn down random streets in hope of being correct. Her own selfish pride wouldn't allow her to simply walk into one of the shops that had Open signs flickering the window. When all hope seemed lost, Addison simply sat on the sidewalk. She took her head into her hands, and began to cry. In her vulnerable state, anyone or anything could have gotten her. [/size]
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Post by Nightmares on Jul 3, 2012 22:56:01 GMT -5
Addison.
A girl left to her wayward ways to walk in the way set forth by her own design. What little she knew of the consequences therein would bare a greater risk than any would come to anticipate and in her state of mind therein, such risks were more so nigh.
And as she sat there upon the cold hard ground amongst the surface of the cold hard world, all slowly shifted, as the twinkling of an eye, and she was no longer in the place where she had been, but she was, and yet strangely, she was not.
For these streets were longer paved with gray concrete but grated metal, as if steel, with darkness underneath in it's depths and nor did the structures stand in their once spectacular splendor but they were as war torn and derelict.
And it began to rain ashes and wisps of flames as cinders from a fire alight.
Nate.
In this place of a more normal bearing, Nate walked toward a figure hidden ambiguously in the shadows before him. And indeed, such a figure did stand unmoved and unnerved by the approaching boy as if it wanted such a bridging to occur.
But
Therein were forces beyond control.
The abruptness of a bright light shining upon Nate broke what focus there had been between he and it and it and he and like the shadows that dispersed, so too was that tall and slender image removed from it's place and was no more to be seen by the eyes of Nate and men alike.
"Hey, you," Called the voice of one from that brighter light; a police vehicle come to circumspect the sudden situation, "There a reason why your wandering around alone this late?"
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Post by Nate Willow on Jul 5, 2012 13:14:41 GMT -5
The pace of the world around Nate slowed to a tiring sluggishness. It felt as if someone had hit the slow-mo button on some magical universal remote controlling Nate's life. His forced breaths came out like enormous puffs of air, filling the space in front of him before returning where it had come from, as the boy inhaled. The slender white figure stood frozen in time before the teenager as he brought both feet up to the concrete of the curb, connecting, hesitating, and then steadying with the courage only pure ignorance could provide. Nate had no idea what he was walking into, but walked ever determinedly until he and the white-faced stranger were no more than two yards apart. The world stopped completely, the rhythm gradually slowing to meet with the pace of the white figure's rhythm, synchronizing as if in harmony as Nate peered into the shadows of the night. Suddenly, the tempo increased.
Nate found himself staring at nothingness. Not the nothingness upon the white figure's empty face, but the nothingness hidden in darkness and shadows and black. The nothingness that only one could assume about. Nate had seen the figure before him not a few moments before. What the fuck? Am I crazy? A bright light shone upon his face as it scrunched up in disbelief and confusion. His eyes, caught off guard by the sudden brightness in comparison to the barely visible orange light of the streetlamp across the street, squinted and blinked, straining to catch a glimpse of what was just a few yards away. Nate heard an authoritative voice burst from the direction of the light source, asking him what he was doing out and about at this late hour of the night. Nate gathered his wild thoughts, chaining his scatter-brain into place so he could figure out what exactly he could tell what now appeared, after his eyes had adjusted, to be a police officer.
Well, I could tell him I couldn't sleep so I went to a diner where I saw... I don't know what. And then I left to go home and ran into some stranger with a white face who, out of the blue, disappeared the SECOND he walked up. Nate was definitely pissed at all the scary, irritating shit he had been made to experience tonight. And regret was part of the mix, too. If he hadn't left the house, none of this would have happened. If he hadn't talked to that Addison girl, none of this would have happened. If he had just fucking decided to go home and not fall asleep on the damn ground NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED! With piercing eyes, Nate spat at the cop.
"I was bored! Now, I need to go, the six o' clock train arrives in 5 minutes." [/blockquote]
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Post by Addison on Jul 5, 2012 22:07:21 GMT -5
People saw that when time lapses in a dream, it may seem like hours, or even days whilst dreaming, when in reality, you were simply sleeping for possibly a few minutes. Time progression always becomes amplified by seconds and minutes. The human mind can speed up, slow down, and completely stop the outside world from even happening while in the dream state.
Addison had slid down the wooden fence of a small, suburban home what seemed like only minutes before. Have being lost, she felt vulnerable, and weak in a new city. Knowing that the sun was about to rise, and she wouldn't be there to wake her over-bearing mother had pushed Addison to her breaking point. She had to have a moment to recollect herself.
She had sat there, with her kneed pulled tightly to her forehead with her arms linking together at the fingers around her calves. Small, wet tears were streaming down her face. It was at this moment Addison realized that, it was about 5:30 in the morning, and she hadn't slept on top of having a cheer competition all day. her eyes became heavy, and the soft lullaby of slumber over took her.
Minutes later, her head jerked out of the protection of her knees. Dazed, with blurred, sleep filled eyes, she noticed that everything was more red than when she had fallen asleep. With her eyes coming into better focus, it all became real. The roads were melting away beneath her to reveal a metal pathway, similar to what would be used in a warehouse. Frightened, and suddenly very awake, Addison jumped from the ground was found herself in a stance that said was ready to fight, rather than flight.
When the initial shock of the metal grating semi passed, she looked up. The pleasant buildings, curb side shops, and quaint homes had turned to burned buildings. Her vision was filled with small wisps of ash, and fire breezed past face. With the sudden realization that the Springwood, Ohio she had fallen asleep in, was not the same it was before her simple snooze. It was entire town that had burned, and was left behind for the picking.
With a deep breath, Addison closed her eyes in preparation of trying to leave this newly formed literal hell-hole. However, when Addison opened her eyes, she was still sitting on the ground, back against the small picket fence, and was drooling out of her mouth. "Was I just... dreaming?" The only words Addison could mutter. No, no, no, no, no. It was too real. the sights, the smells, the... burning. Racing thoughts filled her head of how, when, where, why, and once again, how. Panicking, Addison quickly rose, like in her very real, and very awake nightmare. She simply ran. She found herself, once again running down random streets, and random intersections. This time, however, was different. She didn't care where she was going. Her mind was filled with burning and decay. Every few steps, Addison would glance up, almost as if to check on the buildings around her. They would always be the same, in their perfect nestled off position. [/size]
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Post by Faces on Jul 7, 2012 16:05:21 GMT -5
Darkness cradled them; all of them.
"Just a minute," The police officer neared closer to the young man, this Nate, and raised upward a smaller flashlight aimed directly at Nate's eye. All courtesy and respect lacking, the officer, noting what sleep deprived and bloodshot orbs he looked upon, spoke moreso rudely at the young man.
"Been doing any drugs tonight, son?" The condescending tone gave little in way of confidence. The officer's demeanor was such that he would believe neither truth nor lie from the young man.
Addison's path was one paved red.
Running, running, she would find nothing but nothing in the vast world of deep nothings and yet there, in that place she came to when at long last her legs would tire from the wander, she would find one watching her from a distance, neither close, nor far, neither in the shadows, nor in the light.
Unmoving, it simply stood in deep stare as though a statue and yet strangely it was more than a lifeless statue, for it indeed was alive, though of what composition, whether flesh and bone, blood and organ, was yet unknown.
In her mind she would hear a voice,
It spoke,
"Come to me, I am here."
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Post by Addison on Jul 12, 2012 1:29:57 GMT -5
Road, upon road. Street light, upon street light. There was no end to this endless running. Addison had been running from something was all too real, to something had been created in her feeble, sleepless mind. It had seemed like the dream was only moments before, but the muscle pain in her thighs was saying other wise. A quick glance up to the digital clock posted outside of the town's locally-owned bank. The green, pixel text reported back to her that it was 5:57.
Mother is going to be up, and looking for me in three minutes. With a groan, realization was setting in. Here she was, lost in a bum-fuck town, with no idea of where to go to get back to her hotel. The town was beginning to get movement, from cars filled with people dreading working first shift. The only good thing about it, none of them even blinked an eye at a teenage girl running through the streets.
It was then, Addison could feel someone watching her. She could feel their face burning their gaze into her back. With her breathing picking up, she turned and saw him. A figure stood there, that was human, but then again, not. She squeezed her eyes closer together to squint in the figure's direction. She began to perspire quite fierce with the gaze of the onlooker. Even though her mother had her doing so many activities of performing in front of people, she still hated the attention and would get nervous with people watching. She took her her shirt off, revealing a tank top underneath.
"Come to me, I am here," filled Addison's head. All of the thoughts that she was possessing, vanished and she was filled with this stranger's voice. With no other idea as to what she should do, she took a step toward the figure. Once again, he did not move. With her shirt in hand, she walked on with a puzzled expression crossing her face. [/size]
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Post by Nate Willow on Jul 12, 2012 2:22:34 GMT -5
After Nate's rather short remark, he thought that it would be best for him to leave the premises as soon as possible, before the police officer could reprimand him for having such an attitude. It was not as if Nate had a personal grudge against authority or anything. In fact, police officers and security guards kind of made him a little nervous when he was out in public, and he was usually compelled to be especially goodie-goodie in such situations. But here, in the darkness of the city street, after a long night of fear and bewilderment, and negativity, the last thing Nate was worried about was offending some run-of-the-mill small town cop. He crossed his arms crossly in front of him as the police officer approached, brandishing his flashlight in front of him to check Nate's face. Nate felt the bright light penetrate his pupils, causing them to contract fearfully after being bathed in darkness for so very long this night.
Instinctively, Nate backed up from the police officer and his shining weapon, momentarily stumbling slightly off the curb while rubbing his tired, bloodshot eyes. The police officer spoke to him as he stood there, irritated and now frightened of what this man was going to do, what his punishment was going to be for wandering around Springwood this late at night. Nate was less than surprised to hear the police officer basically accusing him of doing drugs, and Nate could not in his right mind blame the man for assuming so. His haggard, sleep-deprived, jittery demeanor could not hold up to a drug accusation. Nate simply stared at the man for a few moments, gathering his thoughts for a good excuse that would, not only get him out of this stressful conversation, but ensure the police officer would not take him to his home and report him to his parents.
"I'm sorry, sir, I have a severe case of insomnia that prevents me from sleeping easily, and so many times a week I get out of the house in the middle of the night and take a walk, just to tire myself out enough that I can sleep. I haven't been doing drugs, and if a drug test is really necessary, then so be it because you won't find any drug content on me. Now... again, you'll have to excuse me, but I really need to catch my train. I have a competition I need to get to for my high school's FBLA, and my officer position obligates me to get to the competition early to set-up and prepare." Nate, confident in his large, elaborate, adrenaline-fueled lie hesitantly began walking toward the street that would lead to the train station, passing the officer as he went.
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Post by Faces on Oct 22, 2012 4:59:48 GMT -5
Nate would so suddenly feel a harsh hand gripping his right forearm. A rough demeanor given, no concern for respect or ethics, just the angered and unlawful demeanor of a lawman striving to exhibit what authority had been given him; what little authority he truly garnered.
"Boy-" He spoke before the interruption.
A garbled voice outspoke with abrupt eruption;
A bell bringing salvation for the wicked,
For the righteous.
"... Su-pect is seen -aring a -ite mask and bl-k t-shirt -ded east towar- the Springwood Mini-Mart."
The radio's distortion was common.
Yet still the officer's grasp loosened; the Mini-Mart was but a mere two city blocks northward from this present location and such a call to arms was met with anticipation and opportunity. "Finally," he thought to himself, "My chance at a big break!" It glistened in his late-night slit-like eyes and yet still the distortion had yet been in such disarray as this prior to this night.
His grasp released Nate.
"Go home, young man, and stay out of trouble."
With quickened steps lively with anticipation the officer set off toward whatever task he had already committed to unaware of the ever present forces at work that lurked behind the curtains of what is seen and what is unseen.
The passing of time spelled naught but a foreboding air in the air of the night. Addision's fearless, or perhaps fearful, resolve would leave to perhaps the greatest sight she would come to behold or perhaps the most grandeur display of fear-induced stupidity. A single step was all it took to see clearer what menacing figure lay before her.
Only it did not want to be seen.
Such a figure crept, as a shadow creeps, into the greater darkness of the shadows themselves between two buildings where it would find safety from the prying eyes of humanity. What it was, exactly, remained yet unknown, though for the eyes of man, it was far from a man. Like a child at play, it scurried along as though offering beckoning to follow.
Follow, follow, spoke the voices in her head, perhaps.
Follow, follow.
Perhaps not.
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Post by Nate Willow on Nov 2, 2012 22:16:37 GMT -5
A brief moment of fear engulfed Nate, synchronizing with the dilation of his pupils as a shroud of darkness loomed over him. The rough grip of the police officer caused Nate a minor discomfort in comparison to the paranoia that now overcame his thoughts; whereas the psychological, terrifying fear of something malicious had encumbered him all night so far, the new natural fear of persecution and "getting in trouble" struck him. So childish are humans to become absorbed with fear of other humans when something unutterably inhuman may be lurking just within the tight crevice of a sewer grate. Nevertheless, the fear passed as quickly as it had come with the manifestation of static radiating from somewhere on the policemen. The word "radio" idly crossed the teenage boy's mind as the policeman's grip loosened, his mind no longer focusing on the reprimanding of a harmless teenage boy, now led astray by the magnetic radio speaker.
Though Nate could not make out every word, it sounded like something along the lines of a petty robbery, down at the Springwood Mini-Mart. Someone in a black shirt wearing a mask had caused a ruckus at the store; the image of burglar wearing a caricature black mask with holes for the eyes and mouth danced before Nate's eyes, musingly waving a cheap, unloaded handgun that he probably stole out from under his mother's bedside. Yet, Springwood had very few crimes. Not that this was especially groundbreaking or worth pondering about... Still, something nagged at the teenager's train of thought, pulling him away from the sidewalk with the police officer in front of him and slamming him into a few blurry moments captured at the diner. The diner... Preferring not to think about the occurrences at the diner, at least until he had boarded the train, Nate waited for the officer to release him. Once he had, Nate breathed a sigh of relief as the policeman turned to deal with the slightly more pressing matter of the amateur robbery.
There was no time. The train could be leaving any second, and Nate had already decided somewhere in his mind that this was the correct choice long before the question was posed. Home was out of the question, not really because of his parents or the circumstances or even school, which was definitely a good reason to run away... Nate needed out. Everything familiar to him suddenly seemed unnatural, surreal, and all the memories seemed like that of a collection of dreams. Moments stolen from the stations in his mind that conjured fanciful vignette movies to play before his dreary, resting eyes deep in the middle of an otherwise colorless night. Tonight, he had awoken, which struck a spare chord of irony in Nate's teenage musings. Nate set his eyes on the railroad tracks, too far to see physically, but perfectly etched with every detail on the inside of Nate's eyelids. As if in a trance, he put one foot in front of the other until he reached the station.
Then he boarded the train, unrestricted by any personnel, and fell asleep.
THREAD CLOSED [/u][/size][/blockquote]
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