The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.
~ Memoirs of a Geisha
This thread could become mature, in that it may have some amount of violence, language, and gory details unsuitable for children of a young age.
Her eyes peeled open slowly. Across the room she could hear the gentle clicking of the older clock, the sound of dripping water from the bathroom down the hallway. There was a ringing in her ears, and the air in her bedroom seemed far colder than usual. She realized that her blankets were off and her feet dangled off the edge; and, due to a strange and childish fear, she longed to pull them back, to hide in the middle of the bed all wrapped up in the blankets. She felt oddly exposed.
She could hear her own heartbeat. It was beating a bit quicker than it should, and her breathing was a little more heavy. She tried to pretend that fear was not latching onto her. She inhaled slowly, taking a long, deep breath. But it did little to calm her. She felt as though someone where there with her in the room; she could feel their presence, thick and dark, pressing all around her. Light shone in from her window across the room, and you think it would help her relax; but it only cast ominous shadows on the wall.
For God's sake, you're a grown woman! She thought to herself sharply. But her thoughts were silenced when she heard one of the floorboards creek. She fell silent, trying to slow and silence her breathing. She waited for a few moments, and then waited some more... And just when she thought she was beginning to imagine things, she heard another floorboard creek; this one closer and louder. She could quiet breathing, and she felt her heart begin to pound faster.
In a sudden moment she felt hands gripping her legs roughly, pulling her towards the end of the bed. She released an ear-splitting scream, throwing her hands up and gripping the backboard of the bed. She pulled herself painfully against the strength of the one holding her legs; and then, further frightening, the hands clawed painfully at her legs as she tore away from the grip. Tears streamed down her cheeks as the pain registered in her brain. She saw shadows moving all around the room; just glimpses of strange beings ducking out of her view. A being sprung up from beside her, roughly grabbing her wrists and pinning her to the bed. There was a heavy weight on her chest and she suddenly couldn't breathe. And then--
With a sharp gasp the young woman slammed up into a sitting position, heart pounding painfully against her chest and breathing coming in quick, frightened gasps. Sweat dripped down the side of her forehead, and panic still burned in her veins. She looked around wildly; it had only been a dream. A stupid nightmare. The room she sat in was well-lit, and painted in gentle, soft colors. There was nothing to be afraid of in here. At the bottom of the bed, beside her feet, her jet-black cat, Mitzy, stared at her with gleaming yellow eyes that seemed to mock her fear.
"Shut up. Adults get nightmares too." she growled to the little creature, throwing her covers off her legs and sliding off her queen-sized bed. Her footsteps made light tapping noises on the wooden floors; and, as her fear began to fade, she felt herself be comforted by the sound. She was trying not to think about the nightmare; it had felt so real. In fact, if she paused to think about it, she could still feel the pain in her legs, the blood dripping from the long gashes. She could still feel the pressure on her chest, and the grips on her wrists...
But she ignored all this. She refused to admit that she was suffering from Night Terrors again. She hadn't had any since she was a little girl; and she refused to feel like the helpless little thing she once was.
"I am an adult. Nightmares don't scare me." she grumbled to herself begrudgingly. She was twenty four years old, and yet sometimes she still felt like she was just a little girl.
The young woman slipped out of her bedroom and into the dimly lit hallway, all the way to the end of the hall where her large bathroom was. She wasted no time; she desperately wanted a shower, as though that would wash away all the fear and terror that her nightmare had brought her.
And, you know what? It did. It really did.
She took a long, hot shower; until she felt completely pruned and had almost completely forgotten about her bad dream.
After her shower, she wrapped her hair up in a towel and wrapped herself up in a robe. She made her way downstairs where she opened a can of Friskies canned cat-food for Mitzy, and then made herself scrambled eggs, hash-browns, and bacon with a glass of iced tea. It was a quiet morning; and when the young woman looked at the clock she could only smile. She still had plenty of time until she had to be at work.
And, besides; Danny is a really understanding boss. She thought. She and Danny had been good friends ever since she came here; and when he had offered her a job as a waitress at his bar & grill, how could she say no? She certainly needed a job.
"Well, Mitzy; what do you say? Shall we blast some music while we get ready this morning?" she asked, looking down at the black cat as she ate the canned food hungrily. Mariko smiled, standing up from the little table and picking up her dishes. She rinsed them off in the sink, stuck them in the dish-washer, and then headed up-stairs to turn on some music and get ready for the day. One thing she loved about living outside of the town; she didn't have nearby neighbors, and could blast her music as loud as she wanted.
Three hours later, Mariko stood in a dimly lit bar & grill named, 'Danny's Place'. She wore the white t-shirt with the blue logo on the right side with the name printed on it, and black shorts with dark blue waitress apron. She had curled her hair neatly and clipped it back, and wore subtle makeup. She didn't care for the way some people did their makeup; some simply overdo it. She liked a more natural look; but that was just her opinion. She tapped her foot impatiently as she leaned against the side of the bar, chewing her lower lip. Today was a slow day; there had been two customers this afternoon and that was it.
"Is there something going on today?" she asked absently to know one in particular. Betty, who was working at the bar behind her, gave a dismissive grunt.
"Oh, I say praise the lord. We could use a slow day, honestly. We've been running around all week! I say this is just a reward." the older woman said frankly. Betty was a tall woman with tan skin and a slim body, her hair thick, light blonde and naturally curly. She had gleaming blue eyes that proclaimed a sense of innocence; a quality that she certainly didn't have. She gave off a sense of stereo-typical Christian woman, the kind that you'd see in the movies, and her Alabama accent didn't help that at all.
When you got to know Betty, however, you would quickly discover that she was anything but innocent and utterly Christian. She was a sinner; and she would admit that in a heartbeat.
"I guess. But, honestly, I kind of like the busy day. At least then I know I'm actually doing something, and not just sitting around." Mariko replied at last with a small sigh. She looked down, staring at her notepad and clicking the end of her pen impatiently.
At the sudden sound of the door opening, Mariko's dark gaze shot up. At last - another customer!
So, I know the beginning post sucks, and I'm really sorry for that >_< Bare with me, though! This could be fun, I promise!
Have you ever watched that movie (based off a true story) called The Fourth Kind? This plot is more or less loosely based off of it. Or, at least, I got this plot idea after watching that movie (note; you do not have to have seen this movie to rp here).
So, Mariko lives in a small mountain town in Colorado's Rocky Mountains. She has a decent job, a nice enough life; a good relief after the chaos her life used to be. She's just beginning to finally relax when something horrible happens; she begins to suffer from Night Terrors once more, as she did when she was a little girl.
At about this time, your character comes into her life. Whether they get along at first or not is completely optional. Your character is somehow associated with the dark creatures in Mariko's nightmares; whether she is or once was one of them, works with them, merely knows of their existence, or even works to hunt them down; either way, your character knows about them and is associated with them.
I don't have the details of the plot worked out entirely yet; but at some point these dark creatures attempt to take Mariko away, and the only way she actually manages to escape is by the help of your character.
This is still a wip, but it should be enough for us to go off of for now. If you have any ideas or suggestions, that would be glorious<3
Also; I was leaning towards a tragic ending, with one of the characters dying. I don't mind whichever; that's really up to you, if we do end up choosing that route (tell me ahead of time, please, if you want to have the tragic ending).
I really only have one rule;
Be advanced. Which means, three detailed paragraphs at least, complete with correct grammar, spelling, and punctuation.
I'd like to add that you do not have to be super active. We all have lives outside of this website; I completely understand when you cannot get online every day, or simply have low/drained muse from a hard day. I get it - it happens to us all. As long as you respond at least once a day, or at least as often as you possibly can, then I am happy. c:
Yes, this is gxg. I know most people don't care for it... But I'm not changing it.
Also; I'd be very grateful if the two didn't leap into a sudden romance. I'm not really into that love-at-first-sight thing :/
Title is a lyric from this song:
[And, no; Jensen Ackles is not really singing, though it kind of sounds like it. It's actually just Adam Lambert, but the pitch has been adjusted ]