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tampered2006-12-02 11:25 pm
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Log; Ongoing
When; December 2nd, Night.
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Kitty Jones (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kittyjones), Morpheus (1st_dream_king)
Summary; Morpheus and Kitty arranged to meet in her dreams, to strike a bargain to save her friend.
Log;
Kitty was never sure what her dreams would be. To be honest, it wasn't something she tended to dwell on, really. Dreams were just... dreams. Representations of your unconscious mind. Perhaps interesting, perhaps relevant if you had the time to study them, but she didn't worry about them too much. A perfectly perfect vision, a perfectly horrible nightmare... in the end she'd still wake up, and it'd be over.
At least, that's what she liked to tell herself. But then when Morpheus had told her that they could meet in dreams, she had suddenly become a lot more wary of them. A lot more nervous of whatever reality she slipped into when she shut her eyes. She'd had some trouble getting to sleep that night.
But she was definitely sleeping now, that much was certain. Mainly because she wasn't in the City anymore. She was back in London. Tall buildings rose around her, each way she turned red brick was disappearing into the thick, murky mist that clung to the metropolis hungrily. The grey sky echoed the grey pavement, and even though she could see no people, there was still a hazy hum of background noise in her ears.
She took a step forward, and the sound of her bare foot touching the ground ricocheted off the concrete and into her ears, filling the air. This was partly why she knew she was dreaming. Not just because of the sound, but also because she was unlikely to go barefoot in the middle of London. The ground rippled with each movement she made as she advanced down the street, and faces began to appear at the windows of the houses, pale faces half-hidden behind yellow curtains. People she knew, loved, hated. Jakob, her parents, Nathaniel. All watching her. And then they began to beckon, with long, thin fingers. Asking her to come inside. Come back. Her hands trembled, and wrinkles began to set in them. But she wouldn't... no. She wouldn't. She had things to do. People to help. She shook her hands of her own accord, and they were back to normal in an instant.
Then she walked. Three paces forward, and she was on top of one of the skyscrapers, feet dangling off the end of the ledge. A pigeon and a crow were together beside her, and edging away whilst watching her intently. In the distance she could see Westminster Abbey, and it was burning. Green flames. She could make out shadows in front of it, illuminated by the fire, little figures that changed and shifted form. Not human, she supposed. And she watched them. She'd always watch this place now. That was all she could do.
All she could do. In the dreary light, she watched, and she waited. Nothing more, and nothing less.
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Kitty Jones (
kittyjones), Morpheus (1st_dream_king)Summary; Morpheus and Kitty arranged to meet in her dreams, to strike a bargain to save her friend.
Log;
Kitty was never sure what her dreams would be. To be honest, it wasn't something she tended to dwell on, really. Dreams were just... dreams. Representations of your unconscious mind. Perhaps interesting, perhaps relevant if you had the time to study them, but she didn't worry about them too much. A perfectly perfect vision, a perfectly horrible nightmare... in the end she'd still wake up, and it'd be over.
At least, that's what she liked to tell herself. But then when Morpheus had told her that they could meet in dreams, she had suddenly become a lot more wary of them. A lot more nervous of whatever reality she slipped into when she shut her eyes. She'd had some trouble getting to sleep that night.
But she was definitely sleeping now, that much was certain. Mainly because she wasn't in the City anymore. She was back in London. Tall buildings rose around her, each way she turned red brick was disappearing into the thick, murky mist that clung to the metropolis hungrily. The grey sky echoed the grey pavement, and even though she could see no people, there was still a hazy hum of background noise in her ears.
She took a step forward, and the sound of her bare foot touching the ground ricocheted off the concrete and into her ears, filling the air. This was partly why she knew she was dreaming. Not just because of the sound, but also because she was unlikely to go barefoot in the middle of London. The ground rippled with each movement she made as she advanced down the street, and faces began to appear at the windows of the houses, pale faces half-hidden behind yellow curtains. People she knew, loved, hated. Jakob, her parents, Nathaniel. All watching her. And then they began to beckon, with long, thin fingers. Asking her to come inside. Come back. Her hands trembled, and wrinkles began to set in them. But she wouldn't... no. She wouldn't. She had things to do. People to help. She shook her hands of her own accord, and they were back to normal in an instant.
Then she walked. Three paces forward, and she was on top of one of the skyscrapers, feet dangling off the end of the ledge. A pigeon and a crow were together beside her, and edging away whilst watching her intently. In the distance she could see Westminster Abbey, and it was burning. Green flames. She could make out shadows in front of it, illuminated by the fire, little figures that changed and shifted form. Not human, she supposed. And she watched them. She'd always watch this place now. That was all she could do.
All she could do. In the dreary light, she watched, and she waited. Nothing more, and nothing less.