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Wednesday, March 7th, 2007
6:35 pm
[bavreg]
Exploration (Open)
The only sound piercing the silence was the high pitch whine of electricity in florescent lighting. All but the minimal night crew and a few patients slept. Bavreg wandered the halls trying not to think about pack strapped to his back, threatening to shock him if he tried to wander outside the building.
Instead the sentient rodent occupied his mind with the dreams and nightmares of the other detainees of Hope. Bavreg looked through the walls and into their minds. Some dreamed about lives before being caught, others about ways they would escape, many dreamed of strange imaginary worlds, but a few did not dream. A few remained awake and restless tonight.
As Bavreg noticed the first of these alert minds, the elevator down the hall dinged as the doors slid open. Out of instinct, his mind reached out to manipulate the senses of the elevator's occupant. The orderly, making his nightly rounds, walked down the hallway checking rooms. He looked directly at Bavreg, but without any telepathic ability, the illusion of being alone in an empty hall remained. The orderly moved on and around a corner before Bavreg resumed listening to the mind of an alert patient. He thought that it may come as some comfort for this being to know that they are not alone and sent an auditory illusion. From the wall opposite the door Bavreg projects, knock knock, "Hello?"

Current Mood: Hopeful
Sunday, December 17th, 2006
1:54 am
[g_h_o_s_t_d]
ghost d
The cold wind. A gentle sensation that blew through his transparent body as if it were a sheet of screen. A cold December wind. Far in the distance, clouds were huddling together, discussing their predictable game plan of shitting a ton of snow all over this wilderness, far from any city. Sadly, though, no human defenses could ever stop that sort of assault.

Not that it mattered to him. The wind would have chilled a living person to their core, and signaled their impending doom. But for him, that was far gone. His sign had come, and so had his end. The climax had passed... in more ways than one.

All he needed was his resolution. His ticket out of this miserable Earth. His door to what was intended for him after death, whether it be Hell or paradise.

And it was housed there, in the building that suddenly rose out of the endless trees and mountains like some strange monolith. A white building that would blend in with is surroundings so well if it were not for its angular shape. There was a logo with a heart on its side. Oh, the irony.

Any passerby would see the wavering, pale blue apparation of a boy not a day out of his teenage years, his bottom half severed and replaced with a bloody, smokey ghost-like tail - the sort you'd expect to see in silly, obsolete 50's cartoons. But from the tail rose a blood vessel-like cord, that lead up to a still, beatless heart resting inside a transparent blue torso. The ghost's eyes burned white as he stared at the building in front of him blankly, knowing who was inside. Knowing well who was inside.

After a year, he had found his ticket. His salvation was so close. Shivering with lust for his target, he faded away, heading towards the building in the strange gap between the spirit and physical world - the place his roots were still trapped in, despite being severed from his body, which was rotting in thr ground hundreds of miles away.

Current Mood: curious
Saturday, December 16th, 2006
5:38 pm
[yogurtrifle]
Wednesday, December 13th, 2006
11:02 pm
[yogurtrifle]
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