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caughtinanetwork2012-04-29 02:38 am
reaper2die4) wrote in caughtinanetwork2012-04-29 02:38 am
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~*~003~*~ [dream/video] ((backdated))
Grell stands there, gazing outside of a window almost longingly. She's in a beautiful crimson and white dress - nothing to fancy, but also not anything plain. Strands of long brunette hair are draped over her shoulder as she hugs herself and is looking down below. The room she's in covered in crimson, gold, white and black. There is furniture from what appears to be many different countries. There is one piece though, that stands out. It's what appears could be an extravagant mirror covered in a white sheet. Why it's like this is unknown.
Outside the window it what appears to be a giant building. A stone bridge below the window appears to have people entering and leaving the building. The look on Grell's face says everything: she can't leave this room. It's a prison - almost hell.
When a second look is taken at the room, there is more destruction than originally indicated. There are various broken vials and containers of makeup perfume. There's a shattered vase, roses and flowers of various colors torn apart and scattered over the floor. Several frames with photos have cracked or broken glass, some of the wooden frames having cracked and splintered. The walls have large gashes in them, showing the structure that lay beneath the surface. The bed has been practically destroyed with tears and gashes and all forms of chaos - even the canopy was ripped to shreds.
The sheet slips a little off of the mirror slightly, revealing badly cracked glass. However as the reflective surface is revealed, Grell is forced to her knees as the dress changes into that of a brown butler's uniform. Voices echo in the air, causing tears in her eyes. Not all the voices are clear - several sound like mocking laughter, but there are a few key phrases that seem to stick out.
"Not beautiful."
"Poor excuse for a man."
"Horrible shinigami."
"Useless."
It's the last prominent one that seems to hurt her the most as she flinches. More of the mirror is revealed as blood stains are also shown, the voices growing louder and flashes of people as she continues to hold her head as if in pain, the crimson life fluid starting to flow between her fingers.
"Annoyance."
"Good for nothing."
"Nothing more than a pest."
"Pitiful creature."
"Just disappear."
Grell is crying tears of blood as she looks up at the mirror, her hands covered with it from the sides of her head as her ears seem to be bleeding. The voices are taunting her, laughing at her and screaming by this point. The reflective surface is completely uncovered now. The mirror - revealing that it had once indeed been something beautiful - has a giant crack down the center. On one side of this mirror is the brown-haired human with solemn and pained chocolate eyes.
The other side holds the red-haired shinigami with gold and emerald eyes. This side had the outfit that she was normally seen in. It also held the chainsaw deathscythe in one hand. It wasn't long, however, before this form took over the other half of the form. A crazed and nearly evil laugh filled the air as the image in the mirror grinned.
"You will never be loved," it spoke darkly, "You will never know peace. You will never know beauty...
"You. Will. Never. Know."
The chainsaw revs up, its sound echoing from the walls as the mirror Grell jumps out and pinned the "human" Grell to the floor. The face of mirror shinigami changed to that of Sebastian, then William, then Angelina, back to Grell as the chainsaw was risen high into the air while the human Grell was staring up at it.
Then... The chainsaw was lowered down quickly.
[Grell wakes up screaming. She hugged herself tightly as she curled up. Tears are running down her cheeks as the crimson hair falls over her shoulders. Sobs wrack her body as she tries to regain herself. However, it seems as though she's had this one before. And just like before, it appears, she's found herself alone. She doesn't even notice that her Dreamberry is flashing. The only thing that happens that one of her hands subconsciously reaches down and turns it off.]
Outside the window it what appears to be a giant building. A stone bridge below the window appears to have people entering and leaving the building. The look on Grell's face says everything: she can't leave this room. It's a prison - almost hell.
When a second look is taken at the room, there is more destruction than originally indicated. There are various broken vials and containers of makeup perfume. There's a shattered vase, roses and flowers of various colors torn apart and scattered over the floor. Several frames with photos have cracked or broken glass, some of the wooden frames having cracked and splintered. The walls have large gashes in them, showing the structure that lay beneath the surface. The bed has been practically destroyed with tears and gashes and all forms of chaos - even the canopy was ripped to shreds.
The sheet slips a little off of the mirror slightly, revealing badly cracked glass. However as the reflective surface is revealed, Grell is forced to her knees as the dress changes into that of a brown butler's uniform. Voices echo in the air, causing tears in her eyes. Not all the voices are clear - several sound like mocking laughter, but there are a few key phrases that seem to stick out.
"Not beautiful."
"Poor excuse for a man."
"Horrible shinigami."
"Useless."
It's the last prominent one that seems to hurt her the most as she flinches. More of the mirror is revealed as blood stains are also shown, the voices growing louder and flashes of people as she continues to hold her head as if in pain, the crimson life fluid starting to flow between her fingers.
"Annoyance."
"Good for nothing."
"Nothing more than a pest."
"Pitiful creature."
"Just disappear."
Grell is crying tears of blood as she looks up at the mirror, her hands covered with it from the sides of her head as her ears seem to be bleeding. The voices are taunting her, laughing at her and screaming by this point. The reflective surface is completely uncovered now. The mirror - revealing that it had once indeed been something beautiful - has a giant crack down the center. On one side of this mirror is the brown-haired human with solemn and pained chocolate eyes.
The other side holds the red-haired shinigami with gold and emerald eyes. This side had the outfit that she was normally seen in. It also held the chainsaw deathscythe in one hand. It wasn't long, however, before this form took over the other half of the form. A crazed and nearly evil laugh filled the air as the image in the mirror grinned.
"You will never be loved," it spoke darkly, "You will never know peace. You will never know beauty...
"You. Will. Never. Know."
The chainsaw revs up, its sound echoing from the walls as the mirror Grell jumps out and pinned the "human" Grell to the floor. The face of mirror shinigami changed to that of Sebastian, then William, then Angelina, back to Grell as the chainsaw was risen high into the air while the human Grell was staring up at it.
Then... The chainsaw was lowered down quickly.
[Grell wakes up screaming. She hugged herself tightly as she curled up. Tears are running down her cheeks as the crimson hair falls over her shoulders. Sobs wrack her body as she tries to regain herself. However, it seems as though she's had this one before. And just like before, it appears, she's found herself alone. She doesn't even notice that her Dreamberry is flashing. The only thing that happens that one of her hands subconsciously reaches down and turns it off.]
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Good evening, I believe we have spoken to each other before. Are you alright?
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Tatsumi! Y-Yes good evening. It has only been a few days, has it not?
[She hears the question and she tenses a little, her smile faltering and failing. It's obvious that the dream has shaken her up quite a bit.] I... I think I am. Just... a bad dream, I suppose.
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[He looks at her and his heart breaks to see her tears. He has never been good at handling tears. Not with his mother, and not with Tsuzuki. However, he can't ignore them either.]
Is there anything I can do for you, Sutcliff-san?
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[She shake her head, brushing some of the hair away from her face. She doesn't want to say that she doesn't want to be alone, but yet at the same time, she feels like he knows.] No, not that comes to mind. It's something I have been trying to deal with for a while now.
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It's quite alright, Sutcliff-san. I hope it's just a momentary inconvenience, because from what I've heard, it's not a normal function of our communicators.
I understand if you don't want to be bothered at the moment. But let me know if I can somehow be of assistance. [After all, she's a fellow Shinigami.]
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It's not that I don't want to be bothered. I just don't know what could be done.
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[He looks at her.] Maybe you would like some tea?
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[A genuine smile graces her lips.] That sounds wonderful, love.
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[He smiles back only slightly, but that's because he doesn't smile much at all.] Just let me know where you live, and I'll make my way over. And maybe some directions.
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I shall be there shortly. Until then, Sutcliff-san.
[He turns off the feed and changes into something more presentable than his pyjamas. Once he is ready, he is off to find Grell's house. After a while, he finally arrives at her place.]
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Tatsumi, come in. Come in.
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Thank you, Sutcliff-san. I brought some herbal tea and kettle. I hope that will be alright?
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That's wonderful, love. An herbal tea at this time is actually ideal.
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That's good. Shall you show me the way to the kitchen then?
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Right in here. Tea cups are the cabinet to the upper right of the stove.
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[He goes into the kitchen and gets right to work, boiling up the water, brewing the tea.] Do you like sugar in yours?
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Quite a fitful rest you seem to be having tonight, Grell. Bad dreams, perhaps?
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Oh shut up, brat. Yours wasn't much better for you, so I noticed. In fact, if I remember correctly from when I glimpsed Sebas-chan's record, yours appeared to be more of a memory.
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At any rate, I thought that chainsaw of yours was your favorite toy. Afraid of yourself, now, are you?
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