Post by Misha Tsarev on Jul 8, 2015 18:04:05 GMT
Words Outfit | The boy wished he could make all the voices go away, that moment he wanted to make things better. Misha really did care a lot about this guy, or he wouldn't be here like this. At this very moment he was just enjoying this, Misha liked to know he had gotten into Iriel's dreams. But the guy did not seem bothered by it. Though the people around them and the weird turn this dream was taking. Well to say the least there was something good about it. Misha and Iriel knew each other, so he was not invading a strangers dream though he could do that too. Only if needed. It was a very rare thing and he hated being forced to use his power like that. "Then find something else to focus on. Those voices have no meaning, they are just there to be annoying. You can block them out." Of course Misha hoped it didn't backfire. As much as he was waiting to be tossed out of this dream, Misha didn't want to be. No he'd rather be in here. Iriel was a bit weird in his dreams but hey it could be a lot worse couldn't it? They could be dying in here anyway. Misha felt the strain from his ability lessen slightly. At least now that pounding headache was gone. Perhaps it was just in here but did he care? Anything was better than feeling like his head might explode from not being able to follow a dream sequence. Focusing on something for Misha really did fix most if not all of his problems. He did not like the dreams that ended like Iriel's. But at the same time Misha wanted to help anyone he could, Iriel being one of those people too. "They will be quiet and go away. You can make them you know, if you try hard enough." He believed in that completely. More so for Iriel then for himself of course. But he wanted to take care of him. So for now he'd have to figure this out in his own way. "I-I'm okay...Iriel. Don't worry about me, now are you okay?" He wanted to be more concerned about him. Though at this same time it probably wasn't going to help. Sighing lightly he just wished he needed to figure out what else to do from here. His little bird friend was being a dork it seemed, it'd probably not help. Iriel and Misha were here on the desk, just like this. But what did they do now being tangled up like so. Iriel Parker |
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Post by Iriel Parker on Jul 8, 2015 18:45:10 GMT
it's dangerous, i'm fallen. There's no escape, I can't wait. ▼ NOTES: ---- | Iriel stared at Misha and said nothing. Iriel didnt know if this was a dream or not when it clearly was one and not a pleasent one. His more happier dreams were far more normal and often he was at home with his fathers. Poor Misha just so happened to enter one of his crazier dreams.m
Regardless, Iriel took his advice and tried to focus on something else to make the dream tame itswlf and the whispering voices to go unheard. He put his attention on Misha and that seemed to work. He would just keep his focus on him somehow. The awkward bird smiled lightly. "Im fine. Just startled." The bird admitted and chuckled. The atmosphere around them changed from less of a horror movie feel to a an avergae day feeling. The bell rang a d the shadows moved away from the door, leaving the two of them to their own devices.
Eerie smiled at the hunter and stopped rubbing his sore head. The bird made himself comfortable on the desk and rested a hand on Mishas chest and started laughing a bit. Right now, he was an awkward avion who wasnt real sure what to do in a situation like this other then giggle like a school girl. Finally, he asked the human, "Do I make a good pillow?" Misha had not untangled himself from the bird and thus this made Iriel curious. He didnt mind if his friends used him as a bed or pillow as he often did the same to them. Though, their current position was a bit...different....if not pervetly awkward.
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Post by Misha Tsarev on Jul 8, 2015 22:11:36 GMT
Words Outfit | Misha had to wonder if Iriel's dreams were always this out there and weird. But hey he couldn't really judge anyone. He had some weird dreams of his own that he kept under wraps as well as he could obviously. However he didn't want to think about them now either, Iriel didn't need to be able to get inside of his head. This dream was so weird and out of whack though he didn't know how to explain it. Or how to figure it out? Though maybe he wasn't supposed to. Misha was a distraction. Something to get Iriel's mind off of what was going on in the dream. Whatever was trying to stress him out or make him feel lower than dirt. Which Iriel was not, Iriel was way more important than some dirt patch in the ground. But Misha was way too shy to say that. Or was there another term for that instead? This was his way of helping people wasn't it? Or well helping anyone in general. Mostly Iriel. He did want to help him feel better if he was able to. However at the same time it seemed to be complicated. Trying to sort through his own feelings and his darker thoughts. All to understand this dream and what might be happening here. Of course it was probably not his best idea but this was how it had to be. No matter how he wanted to look at it this was just how it was going to be. What else could he do besides put up with this somehow anyway? Right. For this moment he felt a tad bit dizzy and disorientated as if the dream was shifting again. But no he was just imagining that wasn't he? Everything still seemed to be the same to him. "Just startled? By little me? I didn't mean to." Misha laughed a little bit, he was trying to be majorly amused by all of this. Play along and not show his panic. Even if it'd probably not end so well for him anyway. Perhaps he'd have to figure it out in another way instead. A good pillow? What? Did he make a good pillow? Well maybe but of course Misha wanted to avoid discussing that right now. It'd probably just cause him more unwanted problems and such. Simple thoughts really. "Y-Yea you do. I mean you make a good pillow...really. B-but doesn't this make you nervous? Or something." He mumbled, and blushed. This whole situation made him feel really awkward and he was sure he didn't know how to handle it either. Iriel Parker |
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Post by Iriel Parker on Jul 9, 2015 2:11:53 GMT
it's dangerous, i'm fallen. There's no escape, I can't wait. ▼ NOTES: ---- | Awkward? Yes. Yes. Yes, this was very awkward and the little bird had really no idea what to do about it and so he just laughed. It was all he could really do as he rested on the desk. Misha hadn't bothered to move and that left unanswered questions to float around in the boys head. Such as, why was he still settled between his legs from the accidental fall/trip. Iriel looked up at him and snickered again. Misha was so red right now that it was nothing but pure and utter distraction.
All the shadows finally moved out and away from the two, leaving the dream to them. Only a slight transition happened of the time fast forwarding to midnight in the school. Leaving the classroom dark inside but the street lights outside came to life. Iriel didn't seem to notice the change because it was his dream and he adapted with it.
"It's awkward." He repiled with a small shrug "but I cuddle all the time." He snickered again and decided to move his legs up and allow his feet to rest on the edge of the desk. Now meaning that his knees would rest against the others shoulders. "...I dont see how its nervous like...its just a desk. Not a very comfy one but its a desk."
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Post by Misha Tsarev on Jul 9, 2015 21:09:28 GMT
Words Outfit | Misha felt his tense shoulders return. This was so freaking horrible but so good at the same time. To be here with Iriel like this, it confused him quite a bit however he'd rather not talk about it either. Misha and Iriel in this situation would figure it out. He did like this guy a lot however he wasn't entirely certain how to manage those feelings anyway. What if something bad happened to him? What if he died? This was just a dream though so it wasn't like anyone would hurt him in here. Positive thinking always did numbers on a person didn't it? The little bird was just too cute. Why did he have to be this cute? Misha found it hard to resist him and give into these sort of things obviously. The shadows were gone and he wanted to figure out what would happen here? Misha felt happy with Iriel, this whole situation was good for him. Sighing lightly he wondered if this would be okay really though. The idea of Iriel being so close made him blush and squirm. This made him feel so weird, and he didn't entirely know what to do honestly. Misha couldn't help it when Iriel shifted, his own body shifted and the small sound escaped his lips. He slapped his hands over his mouth and grumbled. This was not exactly part of the plan. Misha only wanted to make all of it to go the heck away right now. "Y-yea awkward...that. U-um I mean if you want to cuddle and all. You'll get it if you just think about...It's kinda I don't know. This is a desk...but think about it Iriel." He was nervous and squirming. This was all rather weird, but he didn't mind it too much either. It was just a dream, he'd keep on remembering those sort of things. Why did this have to happen here? This felt like a desk he knew anyway, but of course all desks looked the same didn't they. Iriel Parker |
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Post by Iriel Parker on Jul 20, 2015 3:38:13 GMT
it's dangerous, i'm fallen. There's no escape, I can't wait. ▼ NOTES: ---- | Nothing but a pure blank expression would meet Misha's gaze. Clearly, the boy had no idea what to think about the situation and so he tried. What was there to think about in this situation? Misha was, well, pressed against him. So? It was a little awkward but nothing that seemed uncomfortable with the bird. He cuddled with a lot of his friends and sometimes he put his legs around them. He did that to Ele and Neil...especially at night when he wanted to sleep and it was cold out.
So, what was the big deal? The reason's were over his head. "I wanna cuddle." He said innocently, not really understanding why Misha was all kinds of uncomfortable with this position. It wasn't anything bad...right? He thought about it harder and the more he thought about it the more he got confused. The boy could feel something very different about Misha and he didn't know how to react to it. The boy was rather...dumb...in this area.
Chewing on his lip piercing he took a deep breath and let his mind clear itself. Maybe, he was just being silly and thinking too much into things? While his mind wondered on the situation, his dream decided to take a turn towards the worst. While the school remained the smell of blood oozed its way into the area slowly like a metaphorical fog. It inched its way in little by little. The lights slowly dimmed to the point of it barely being noticable. Something was about to roll in and change the dream to something more...horrific.
In fact, that thing was coming towards them with a small giggle echoing through the room no higher then a whisper at the moment. |
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Post by Misha Tsarev on Jul 21, 2015 5:31:54 GMT
Words Outfit | What was even happening here? He did not know what to make of Iriel right now. But of course he was trying to make the sense of it somehow, sighing lightly he just wanted to cheer him up. Then remain close to him because Misha had those weird feelings he didn't understand. Why the fuck did he have to feel that way anyway? It just didn't make a lot of sense anyway at this point. It made Misha blush if only because of the situation in his pants. Honestly this was not part of the plan, it'd never been part of the plan no matter how he tried to actually look at it. Either way he felt a bit of a struggle here yet he did not plan to push Iriel away. Why bother? It'd probably not improve matters to begin with if he did. This guy was important to him too, like Ele. Just maybe something more, he kept on trying to deny what he felt. And what he thought right now anyway. It was just a normal thing for him wasn't it? At least for this moment he tried to relax and focus on something else, something less bothersome anyway. Sighing lightly he felt a bit stressed out. Misha would not move though for multiple reasons, not just making Iriel feel better but that was the main one. If he wanted to cuddle then okay, maybe they could just cuddle. Maybe he'd be able to control his own feelings. Since he had no entirely figured them out right now either. Misha had thought of saying something or doing something but he could smell blood. What was blood doing here? It was not like he had bitten Iriel or been bitten by someone. So really what was he supposed to even say about that, he tightened his grip on Iriel. As if the blood was making him tense. After all the last time he smelled blood it was vampires. And vampires were the worst creatures out of most of the supernaturals around him, in personality and mind set. All they wanted was blood, and use people anyway. The lights changing made him feel really awkward suddenly, he wanted it to go away and go back to how it had been before this. What had caused the dream to shift so quickly. "Iriel?" He wanted to ignore those things he heard, but he just clung to the other. Best to not let his own desires take over right now. Something bad was happening here. Iriel Parker |
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Post by Iriel Parker on Jul 21, 2015 23:47:55 GMT
it's dangerous, i'm fallen. There's no escape, I can't wait. ▼ NOTES: ---- | To be quite honest, he had noticed his friends personal problem below and he didn't know how to really handle that kind of situation. So, in short, he did his best to ignore it and that worked off and on. He would forget about it and then rediscover it. Talk about a repeated awkward moment. However, he had other things to worry about. Even though this was merely a dream that reflect Iriel's mind and concerns, he personally was not ready for the sudden change.
Pushing himself into a sitting position and forcing physical contact upon Misha, he snuggled into him with hands resting in his lap. The teenager made no motion to hold or restrain the other but merely use him as a support. The faint stench of blood hit him like a ton of bricks and his heart beat wildly in his chest. A single tattoo hand reached up to rest against Misha in what could be described as fear. She was here.
"You can't be here." The bird finally spoke, eyes staring straight at the door as if he knew what was happening. Giggles entered the room which caused the poor bird to stiffen. The sounds came out almost demonic and child like but no gender could be nailed to it. He could feel a pair of small hands moving up his back and coming to rest on his shoulders but there was nothing there but smoke. She was here, and that as all he could repeat over and over in his little head. The air hitched in his throat and it felt like he could no longer breath.
"Iriel~" came the voice that would flood both parties ears. "Come here little birdie. It's time to play." The voice still had no gender. But the poor bird didn't move. He just sat there frozen to the spot and shake his head each time it called to him. The voice got more demanding and the smoke behind him started ti to take the form of what might be a small person, twitching and fading in and out with hollow eyes.
Still, all Iriel could do was remain still, pale, and look as if he might just either pass out or hyperventilate.
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Post by Misha Tsarev on Jul 23, 2015 18:20:50 GMT
Words Outfit | This dream had gone really weird, from just doing things on a desk, to a nightmare. Not exactly part of the plan anyway, it was all so weird. What was he supposed to even say. This whole problem in his pants was annoying but he'd have to deal with it some time later. For now he needed to focus on Iriel, and that creepy voice. All of those creepy things that were going on in Iriel's dream. Misha's mind could barely focus on that, but at the same time what else was he supposed to do. He couldn't exactly make himself useful here could he? Or perhaps he could and he was just over thinking it a lot more then he should. He was barely ready for this, for whatever Iriel's dream was bringing. What the hell was going on here? Why? This didn't even make a lot of sense but he was not going to complain. The boy just wanted it to go away. Hopefully it'd probably end well if he could make it go away. But no he didn't, right now he didn't. Iriel seemed terrified and Misha had no clue what was happening. Everything had changed suddenly like that, and he didn't even know what to do about it. It would give him a headache if he tried to force this too much anyway. Iriel seemed so scared, he wanted to make all of this better. "Wait, Iriel what are you even talking about. This is your dream you can make them go away." At least that was what he believed, would Iriel believe that? Or would it even work? "Go the hell away you stupid bitch." He might not know what Iriel was looking at but he was not going to mince his words either right now. What else was he supposed to say right now? It'd probably would be bad. Misha tugged Iriel away from the desk, and looked around. Just what the heck was going on here? It didn't make a lot of sense with all the things that were happening here. Was Iriel just too confused to end this nightmare? Or dream, or whatever it was. "Iriel wake up! It's just a dream." He pinched the boy and debated smacking him but would it be useful right now? Probably not. "Sorry this little birdie is playing with me. Go find someone else..." He sighed, this was all just a dream but of course Misha needed to wake Iriel up. Somehow. Iriel Parker |
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Post by Elsie Horowitz on Jul 28, 2015 3:38:48 GMT
[attr="class","odele1"]I'm no Jesus Christ I'm the one mistake that you love to hate. I apologize, it seems to be your destiny. To get the devil out of me. A strong ripple ran along the walls as if liquifying them through hearing the harsh words from the visitor. Had the room just ... taken offense? Or was it that ... thing? The vaguely child like figure sparked in and out of visibility in strange contortions as if on a television screen riddled with static. And it was this being that shot a glare to the visitor. Who was this? This Iriel-created figure had taken joy in haunting the phoenix's dreamings for quite a while now. Who the hell was this to speak so towards it? As a strong wave of static traveled over the being's form its facial features would remain nothing but a chaotic clamoring of dark somethings. Well other than the eyes. The only feature that was a constant were those eyes ... Could you call them eyes? I guess that was the closest resemblance to what they could be called. Those much-larger-than-normal hollow black abysses. They shot a hateful glare to the visitor as the walls, ceiling and floor of this room continued to ripple strongly. The waves traveling around the entire perimeter began to do so at a faster speed. Even the desk and chair the two livings were seated at were moving up and down with every pass. "Excuse me?" The childish voice spoke with a clear demonic undertone. It was obviously being spoken by the distorted figure that continued to static and contort. Those eyes ... they grew and grew to cover up more and more of the being's head. "That is mine." The waves grew more intense as the figure's anger rose in its voice. "Mine." Stated the figure with a growing antagonism, solidifying from its static form into a blackened deformed and twisted mess of an ungendered child. If one was focusing one could even see the fists of the being shake in its ... temper tantrum? "MINE!" Through a sudden violent ripping action the head grotesquely tore in half to showcase three rows of sharpened teeth to amplify its Iriel-believed truth. "MIIIIINE!" It was at this final declaration that would most likely cause physical pain to any uncovered ears and would finally demand of the room to collapse upon itself. If the dreamer was left to continue dreaming everything would crash upon them with a freezing cold and violently powerful wave as if they were caught in a hurricane at sea. With the roof itself even having been turned into the red coppery liquid it may be possible to swim upwards .... but who only knew what would meet them up there if the dream continued. One thing was for sure, that demented child-like figure was not going to leave Iriel alone. Misha Tsarev Iriel Parker ● I have been asked here to bring on the creepy and horror aspect of this dream I hope I'm delivering what was asked of me [newclass=.odele1]width:500px;height:85px;margin-left:-50px;background-color:#202020;color:#ffffff;text-shadow:1px 1px 0px rgba(0,0,0,.25);position:relative;z-index:1;font-size:8px;line-height:100%;[/newclass]
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Post by Iriel Parker on Jul 30, 2015 3:54:06 GMT
it's dangerous, i'm fallen. There's no escape, I can't wait. ▼ | This wasn't happening. None of this was happening. But it was and Iriel felt helpless. The room was moving, the shadow was screaming at the top of its lungs and all Iriel could do was cling to Misha. He felt so helpless and the more the beast screamed the harder it was to breath. The bird put one hand around his neck as if he was being choked. But there was nothing there around his neck, no hands, no collar, nothing. Nothing to cause him to lose air.
Was this what a panic attack felt like? "I -I can't. I can't make it go away! I've tired but it doesn't work. It never works!" He declared loudly while remaining attached to his friends only to let go and cover his ears like a child to block it out. With each scream, the boy felt smaller and smaller. Shaking his head in refusal to believe Misha or the Shadow behind him. He didn't even look a the creature. He was too freaking afraid! If he turned would he go to it? If it called, would he have to answer? It terrified him to pieces.
But his fear was soon lost to an even bigger problem. Other then the fact of feeling physical pain in his head, their was a ruby liquid coming down. Iriel promptly freaked out because that liquid looked very much like blood. "I didn't do it! I didn't do that!" He called out, thinking he just caused something horrible to happen. He wanted out of this room, away from the red water and away from the shadow but there was no place to go in this hurricane other then up.
Iriel pulled away from Mischa and took to escaping the room. Instead of going up, he went to the doorway and jerked on the handle. Iriel didn't know how to swim.
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Post by Misha Tsarev on Aug 1, 2015 6:44:56 GMT
Words Outfit | This was not okay, none of this was okay. Bad things had happened and now both of them were stuck here. He needed to wake Iriel up and shove the others out of this nightmare. Even if that included himself. Misha didn't want to be the one who hurt them anyway. At least right now. Misha shivered, that feeling he had was making him feel so scared and so on edge it seemed. That child like figure had Iriel created it? Or was it just something that was pestering him outside of the dreams and he had brought it here by accident. Misha did not have time to ponder about that it seemed, so much for wanting to have some time to ponder and collect his thoughts. But of course that never worked in his favor did it? Time was such a fickle thing to have. "He's not yours. Get the hell out of here." He winced and chewed his lower lip, the pain in his ears and his head from that damn noise. Why wouldn't she shut the fuck up? He honestly barely cared about her. After all he didn't know her at all. Sighing lightly he felt that his stress was starting to surface again. Looking around he grabbed the book from the desk and tossed it hard at that stupid girl. He wanted to focus on getting Iriel out of here instead so he went over and started to kick the door. Ignoring that his ears still hurt, and his head was not getting any better. The liquid though it caught him off guard. What was he supposed to do? This whole situation made him not feel good. He wanted to vomit. "I know you didn't she did. Iriel take control of your nightmare! She's not the one in control, you are! Don't let her get control now. Before this gets worse." He felt sick because of how this smelled, what was he going to even do. This did not help. For a moment it'd probably have gotten better. But no of course not. This damn bitch was starting to get in the way at this point. "Get the fuck out of here you little shit." He tried to kick the door down and ignore the blood around them, staining his clothes and the walls most likely. He did not like this one bit it was like a horror movie or game. Neither of which were good in Misha's mind. He was a hunter and he needed to kill her, or just get this stupid dream to stop. It had turned into too much of a nightmare. Iriel Parker |
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