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The Quiet Place Mods ([personal profile] bequiet) wrote in [community profile] quietplacememes2018-02-28 08:56 pm
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TDM #003



TEST DRIVE MEME

You wake, standing. A thick, muddy red dust coats your skin and clothes - it sticks to your tongue and blocks your vision. Inhale and it chokes you, exhale and your breath puffs out in front of your face in a transparent maroon cloud. It tastes of copper, tangy and harsh. Movement is difficult, every limb tingles and aches. Look to your left, your right. Evenly spaced in each direction stands another person indistinguishable in every way from the next. You're disoriented and lethargic, unable to grasp onto a single thought. A pinprick of light blooms ahead and grows steadily larger; a door has opened.

Hands grip your wrists, push at the small of your back and guide you out of the darkness into a room with four walls and a thin, sagging ceiling. The plaster is peeling, the air is musty, and the floor is slick. White plastic piping juts up from the center and curves into multiple spouts, clean water flowing in uneven streams. Those hands pull your clothes off and clear the dust from your body, redress you in handsewn jumpsuits.

A finger is pressed to your lips. Kind eyes meet your own and a single word is whispered - hush.

Led out of the room in a line, you’re taken down a short hallway and into another, much larger room. There’s a woman waiting for you there, a child hugging her leg, and a cloth bag in her hands. She reaches in and pulls out a device, passes one to each of you. Once finished, she begins to move both hands in graceful gestures, a language. One of the people who helped you lifts their device and the screen lights up, tracks the woman’s hands. Letters appear on the screen and you understand the device’s purpose. She tells you what she knows and it’s not much.

This world is haunted. Noise attracts them, so it is not allowed. Communication is through body language, soundless writing, and the device. She tells you that your feet must be light and your mouth never used. There is a community outside these doors, where you can survive together, but only if you agree to one thing: complete and total silence. You'll have time to talk it over. Acceptance allows you to journey outside. The ground is marked in pathways of sand, lining the paths to each building and everywhere in between. You notice that the locals hold their devices always, aloft and glance to it often. It will not vibrate or make a sound to signal a message.

Notices appear. Rules. Guidelines. Feet on the sand and never anywhere else. To open a door you brush your fingers along the hinges - oiled and you may enter. If not, take the brush from the can sitting nearby and coat the metal with the dark liquid. You're to settle into your new home.

Caught me unawares
Content Warnings: Confusion, disorientation
Themes: Survival, horror, it's like groundhog day

The ending of the floor has caught me unawares. This must be the reason why I’m falling down the stairs.

That night, when you fall asleep, you dream of your life before The Quiet Place. At first it's the happiest moments of your life played on repeat, over and over. Everything good and sweet and fun. The second night, it's much the same. You go to bed anticipating another restful and pleasant sleep. But on the third night it changes.

For everyone, it starts the same. There's a long hallway with a door at the end. You walk towards it with nowhere else to go. You twist the knob and when you step forward, the floor ends and you fall. Falling lasts for seconds, minutes, or hours and when you land, it's with a jolt and a cloud of red dust all around you. There's someone else next to you, stumbling, coughing and choking on that familiar dirt that coats your tongue and mouth. When your eyes meet, everything blurs and you're falling again - this time, when you land, it's inside that dream from the first night. Only you're not alone. They're with you. The only way out is to experience the dream together. And when you do wake up, for real, that same red dirt is on your hands.

Falling down the stairs
Content Warnings: Confusion, disorientation
Themes: Survival, horror, it's like groundhog day

The ending of the floor has caught me unawares. This must be the reason why I’m falling down the stairs.

That night, when you fall asleep, you dream of your life before The Quiet Place. At first it's the worst moments of your life played on repeat, over and over. Everything bad and sour and awful. The second night, it's much the same. You go to bed anticipating another restless and dreadful sleep. But on the third night it changes.

For everyone, it starts the same. There's a long hallway with a door at the end. You walk towards it with nowhere else to go. You twist the knob and when you step forward, the floor ends and you fall. Falling lasts for seconds, minutes, or hours and when you land, it's with a jolt and a cloud of red dust all around you. There's someone else next to you, stumbling, coughing and choking on that familiar dirt that coats your tongue and mouth. When your eyes meet, everything blurs and you're falling again - this time, when you land, it's inside that nightmare from the first night. Only you're not alone. They're with you. The only way out is to experience the nightmare together. And when you do wake up, for real, that same red dirt is on your hands.

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NAVIGATION



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Clara Oswald | Doctor Who

[personal profile] bossily 2018-03-01 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
Arrival;
[When Clara wakes in a strange place, it's not really all that alarming. This sort of thing isn't exactly new to her. Been there, done that. She's got a series of enamel pins from all over the universe to prove it. What is new to her is the whole silence thing that's expected of her here. She can buy this world being haunted, but the fact that noise attracts whatever bad things lurk out there?

She's calling bullshit.

As others wake up and end up leaving ahead of her, Clara can be heard arguing the logic of the entire situation with the woman that keeps trying to put a finger against her lips. Her stubborn nature has her digging in and insisting she's right, not about to just accept what she's being told without concrete proof. Eventually her voice starts to rise as she reaches the boiling point, and she doesn't care that she's attracting attention.

She argues until she's exhausted, and it's only her desire to get the hell out of this room and explore that has her agreeing. It doesn't have to be a sincere, honest agreement. A lie is mutually beneficial in this case. After being given her communicator she makes her way outside, scowling and picking at the orange jumpsuit she's been put into. Her feet are bare, and she's becoming increasingly worried about the Doctor. If she's made her way here, where is he?

Someone else is out here, and Clara turns to face them with a look on her face that says they're about to have to answer for all the mounting complaints and questions she has running through her head. When her hands go to her hips before she starts to move forward, there's no chance of escape.
]

Settling In;

[Looking back on her first day here, she can't believe she was so difficult. Things aren't ideal, but she's gotten more answers and has managed to meet some people who gave her more insight into things. She isn't satisfied completely, but is content enough to try and interact with some members of the community. She's not sure what job they want her to take on, but she's decided to become a teacher. Why bother messing with something if she knows she's a perfect fit for it?

There are children in this place, ones who look as if they've been raised with the silence and the fear. Clara finds them gathered outside that first Sunday at the town hall, and takes to trying to speak with some of them. As it turns out, her stories are just as fascinating to children here as they are back where she comes from. She ends up with a little cluster of them sitting around her as she retells a story about aliens on the moon. She braids one of the younger one's hair, a small little girl that rests comfortably in her lap.

She's nearing the end of both her story and the braiding when she picks up on a feeling of being watched, and glances up to see someone looking their way. One of her eyebrows arch as she smiles, and she discreetly gestures for them to join the circle. Anyone's welcome to her story time.
]

Caught me unawares;

[It's the red dirt and dust again. The air feels thick with it as it fills her nose and her mouth, clouding her lungs and making it so all she can do at first is cough. A part of her mind registers that she should still be asleep. She recalls falling into bed exhausted, and hesitates to believe this is real. But it feels real enough that she's wide eyed as she looks around cautiously, eventually turning to face the other person that's here with her. She's not alone. And whoever is there with her is currently stuck standing on a very small rock overlooking the vastness of space.

She knows this place. It's one of her happiest dreams. It's been featured in her sleep the past few nights, actually. But that doesn't explain the red dirt that seems to blend and mingle with the warmth of their surroundings, or the fact that someone she's seen in passing around town is here with her.

Her hand reaches out to touch at theirs, attempting to steady them both.
]

This is fine. It's only space.

Wildcard;

[Generic find Clara somewhere around Reims option. She's likely to be exploring anywhere and everywhere in order to find clothes that aren't ugly. Run into her wherever, or hit me up on plurk at [plurk.com profile] porgs to figure something out!]
Edited 2018-03-01 03:11 (UTC)

chloe price | life is strange: before the storm

[personal profile] ex_tagartist520 2018-03-01 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
arrival.

[ Chloe's staring at the device in her hands, not really sure what to make of it. It's more advanced than what she's used to and if she were in a clearer state of mind, she might have wanted to take it apart and see what got it ticking. Instead, she's gripping onto it tightly enough so that her hands don't shake like they want to, white knuckling being the only thing she's got going for her.

Her ribs are killing her, her face is still bruised and her lip is scabbed over from being busted open by Damon's boot. Maybe this is some weird coma. Or maybe he killed her and she's in hell. Or this is all some bad trip and none of it really happened, starting right from when Rachel got stabbed in front of her and going on from there. That sounds nice. That sounds better.

Better than the rules she's read over and over, tried to understand, denying any ability of it being real. She finally pulls the screen of the device open, typing (repeatedly) for catharsis rather than to anyone in particular; ]
This is bullshit.

caught me unawares.

[ Good dreams are rare these days for her; camping with her father. That's a good dream she's had a million times. Making s'mores. Listening to his stupid country music as he sings along. Sitting close to the fire and keeping her hands warm. Trying to talk him into getting her a puppy for her birthday this year or maybe for Christmas since it's closer.

Maybe next year, kiddo.

The door was new. The falling was new. And when she wakes up in front of the fire again, she's staring at the flames, because she can feel another presence. ]
You're gonna fuck it up, go away. [ So kind, Chloe. ]

falling down the stairs. (cw: violence)

[ She had thought about maybe not going to sleep because fuck sleep when she's got to dream about all the shit that's gone wrong in her life. She had gotten used to watching her dad get hit by the semi over and over and over, but these were new. More of the wrong choices, more of the fuck ups, more of the bad boyfriends. And then there's that door and she's falling again and choking on dirt and wishing it would just let her die this time but --

When she opens her eyes and she's watching Frank come around the corner, and Rachel arguing with that fucking drug dealer, she's already wanting to rip out her hair. Only she's standing beside someone else too and she's not sure if they're supposed to be here or if it's something... weird.

It's always something weird. ]
Alright, Paprika, are you gonna help me change this shit or does it happen the same way over and over no matter what I do?
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Hisoka | Hunter x Hunter

[personal profile] flimsylies 2018-03-01 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
ssspoilers: Hisoka has gone past the end of the anime into more recent chapters of the manga.

THE AWAKENING
[ For a moment, so brief -- a pang, he wonders if he is falling apart. Tasting that metal tang in his mouth, wondering if it is the ruined remnants of his face... Has his gum come undone, has he run out of energy? The doubt is gone in an instant as his eyes slit open, establishing the world around him.

The look he gives the native who has pressed their finger to his lips is so bloodthirsty they back away from him, their own lips pursed against a gasp. His annoyance is toxic in the small space. He has killed people for less, and it is whimsy alone that keeps him from acting out now. He remains silent, simmering like a sickly thunderstorm.

He listens, that ugly look of his focused only on the woman; the helpless child is all but invisible to him. As she talks... he slowly cools off. Intrigue replacing his indignation, though his narrow smile is no better than his anger. There is no expression on this monster of a man where he is not threatening.

He licks his lips. ]


Fine, fine, fine. You won't hear me coming.

[ A cheerful threat. ]

CAUGHT ME UNAWARES - HAPPIEST DREAM
[ The happiest dream Hisoka ever had was fighting with Chrollo... and in the dream he appears as he is. His face blasted open, his arm hanging by a thread, his knee twisted out in an explosion of bone.

His smile in that destroyed face is more unnerving than usual. ]


Ah, hello there.

FALLING DOWN THE STAIRS - A NIGHTMARE
[ A nightmare? What frightens Hisoka the Magician? A stupid question, he does not know how to be afraid, but oh does he know how to be bored, and trapping him in the dreams of others is certainly an impetus to that. Bored, and unable to break free of the boredom. Unable to touch anything, to make any impact...

He lashes out at you, a strike that would surely have killed you. If only he could have touched you. ]


Tch. [ He spits angrily. ] Fuck.

WILDCARD
[ He's always lurking, always smiling, always looks like he's doing something shady or at the very least laughing at you. What he wants more than anything is a deck of cards...

And for anyone sensitive to aura... he's very powerful and dangerous indeed.

Also PM for any other ideas @ [plurk.com profile] itsabee ]
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arrival for 200 alex

[personal profile] oorah 2018-03-01 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ frank stands at nearly six foot in combat boots over his black jumpsuit, a red-checked flannel on over it with one button done up and a beanie covering the mess his hair has become. he almost collides right into her, her line of travel below his eye level by quite a bit. he catches himself, touching her shoulder and frowning apologetically. he's gotten used to this, which should make him feel some type of way. but honestly? it's calming by now; familiar. he pulls out his device and levels her with an even look, exasperation held at bay for now though he can already tell she's the chatty type. he can always pass her onto david who's manning their booth back on the sandpath, if she proves to be too much. ]

what do you wanna know?
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unawares

[personal profile] allures 2018-03-01 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
[effy wasn't used to dreams. often, they were blurred out by drinking and the drugs. the memory she falls into isn't hers, and the girl that she's standing behind she doesn't recognize. her jaw clenches as she watches, fire crackling up into the sky. she watches, disoriented for a few moments as she gathers herself.

it's hard to wrap her mind around. things don't feel right. the entire place doesn't, the memory doesn't. wherever they are, she doesn't recall it ever being a memory of hers, nor a dream.

effy is quick to realize they're not in a nice place. she frowns when chloe addresses her, taking a few steps forward so she can get a better look.]


Get over it, this isn't right.

[they need to get out of here.]
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Finn | Star Wars: The Force Awakens

[personal profile] misplacesfriends 2018-03-01 03:16 am (UTC)(link)

Initial


[Given the state of his body at home, to say that he woke from this second "sleep" gently is to be wrong in all the worst ways. Finn finds himself falling on his knees, wiping at the strange dust that coats his face, coughing it out. So distracted that he doesn't notice the other body coming in until there's a hand on his back, touching where the scar from Kylo Ren's lightsaber scored him and causing him to jerk.

But the hands refuse to let him get far from them, instead leading him into the room where he can clean up. A former soldier he isn't at all worried about his modesty as his clothes are taken away. He wasn't even familiar with them anyway, the white plastic suit with all the tubes coming off of it. Dimly he recalls seeing such things in Medical, they must have put him in there. They must have gotten off Starkiller Base before it imploded. Almost robotically he washes up, the movements brisk and unthinking but get every bit of rust colored dust off of him.

Finn frowns at what the woman tells him, almost opening his mouth to voice his dislike. But she puts a hand over it before he can say a word. Instead confusion continues to write itself all over his face as she continues with everything else, his mind working a mile a minute on how the heck he ended up here instead of actively paying attention. But the great thing about his training is part of him is still paying attention and retaining, just not as much as he should. The ex-Stormtrooper gets nudged out the door, device in hand, and takes a deep breath.

Thinking to himself: Okay, Finn. You got this. A moment's hesitation. Maybe.]


Falling down the stairs


[He tries to keep the coughing to a minimum, trying to work up enough saliva to spit out the dust that coats things. Then the wormhole from hell yanks him and his mysterious new friend through another tunnel and the sand that gets in his mouth now tastes familiar.

Uncomfortably familiar.

To the point where he's pushing himself up onto his knees and knees, quicker to his feet, and dusting himself off.

It's night time in a desert looking village, there's a few fires and strange animals are attempting to doze off. For the most part it's quiet. It's a part of the quiet that Finn wasn't there for.

This is how it always starts.

Why is it always Jakku?

He tries hard to internalize the groan, but the frustrated sigh still comes out. Just as the warning bells start ringing through the village, Finn reaches down and grabs the person's hand/forearm.]


We need to get into cover. Now.

[Ships are starting to land, colored blaster shots firing at and from them as the doors open. Off in the near distance—an explosion.

Finn tugs, pulling them behind a rock just as a blaster hits the space where Finn was moments ago. White-clad soldiers storming the dust and rock color clothed villagers.]


Wildcard


[Feel free to make your own encounter! I can be reached on Finn's journal or at [plurk.com profile] gloryfalling for plotting. Or discord at gloryfalling#0443]
Edited 2018-03-01 03:33 (UTC)
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arrival!

[personal profile] oorah 2018-03-01 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ that's more his speed. she came in looking almost as good as he did his first day. he's willing to bet she'll get lots of invasive and annoying questions the same way he did, too. frank won't be part of the problem, and her message makes him smile, just the slightest twitch to his lips. ]

sure is. see? you're getting the hang of it already [ frank holds up his hand in an OK symbol, never sure if new arrivals will know what it means or not -- but he tries anyway. ]
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[personal profile] bossily 2018-03-01 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh my stars, he's actually not talking. He's typing, and he isn't talking to her out loud, and there's more people here that've bought into this delusion. Clara looks visibly bothered for a second before she covers it up with a smile. It's okay, she's got this. Everything is just fine. Except goodness, he certainly is tall, isn't he? She has to tip her head back to get a good look at him.]

I wanted to know if people here actually buy that load of rubbish we're spoon fed after waking up, but looks like I've already got an answer.

[There's a lopsided little smile on her face, amusement evident rather than annoyance or fear. The thing is, Clara doesn't necessarily have trouble believing things on faith alone. It'll only happen with things she wants to believe, though, and not at all something that she doesn't want to be bothered with. The concept of being hunted and potentially taken or killed because of making sound is disturbing on a level she hasn't fully processed yet. She needs more proof, needs to hear from people who have actually been living here.]
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Arrival

[personal profile] lilithsoul 2018-03-01 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
[She was confused by the statement. Colloquialisms and vulgarities were basically a lost cause with her. Without the context of a conversation, everything would be that much harder for her to understand or interpret. That made the oddity of the statement so much more profound, enough to make her want to reply.]

I do not see any of that here. There are no cows nearby.

[personal profile] ex_tagartist520 2018-03-01 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ She's watching her dad spear the marshmallows onto sticks - three this time, it's supposed to be two, just them and she feels her stomach knot as she turns to look at the girl who's come in beside her. ]

It was fine the last few nights.

[ When she wasn't here. When she just had her dad all to herself. Her jaw clenches. The forest isn't as peaceful as it was before and William couldn't be damned to even notice. She's ready to move, but there's a frustration to it because she doesn't know if she can get him to move with them. ]

This is supposed to be safe. What did you do? [ This is clearly Effy's fault. Somehow. ]
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falling

[personal profile] bossily 2018-03-01 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Clara's used to grabbing someone's hand and running. Even if she's disoriented at the moment, she at least has the awareness to grab hold of his hand as soon as his touches hers. They need to get to cover, but all Clara can focus on is the warning bells and the fact they're currently in the desert.

When she glances up and over at him, it's right as blaster shots start to come their way. She doesn't even have time to react to those before there's an explosion, and she very nearly leaps right up on him and demands that he just run with her clinging hold that way. Her eyes widen and she's grateful when he tugs and gets them moving, but nothing stops her heart from racing. Her mind is moving just as fast, going in a hundred different directions of ways they can escape.
]

Please tell me you have a weapon.
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[personal profile] allures 2018-03-01 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Jesus.

[she's more focused on the man with chloe than chloe herself. he didn't even turn when she addressed chloe, and it worries her, uneasiness settling in her stomach. she doesn't like it here, she'd rather be somewhere else -- a foggy dream with an ending. her movements don't feel like they're hers here.

her eyes finally fall on chloe, searching her.]


I didn't do anything. What's wrong with him?

[she motions to chloe's father, a sense of dread falling on her shoulders. she wants this to end, but she doesn't show it.]
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[personal profile] oorah 2018-03-01 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ the thing is frank hadn't believed it either. he's not sure anyone had, especially the first time around. he supposes he's supposed to tell her to listen to him, but who the fuck is he? they don't know each other and if she trusts him already that's her problem. ]

why don't you shout and see what happens. just do it over there [ he gestures away from himself. he would really rather not deal with dying right now, thanks much. ]
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[personal profile] bossily 2018-03-01 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
Are you trying to tell me to go kill myself?

[That's really rude, okay. She almost looks hurt for a second, realizing yet again that she's here alone. There's no Doctor, no anyone she knows. Somehow, she's managed to find her way here and is utterly stuck in a place where she's likely in constant danger. Instead of letting herself wallow over that for longer than a couple of seconds, she just moves on and files him away as a potential ass in the back of her mind.]

So you've seen one, then? A sound eater?

[personal profile] ex_tagartist520 2018-03-01 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ her eyes flicker to his hand, more than aware what it means, the recognition clear in her eyes even if she doesn't gesture back. maybe it's because she hasn't seen anyone use that in a while, no one since --

it didn't matter. ]
sci-fi geeks wet dream [ she means the tech. no the place. the place is a nightmare. ] are they for real?
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happiest

[personal profile] killectric 2018-03-01 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Yikes!

Killua grimaces, signing with one hand as he does absolutely nothing to hide his gawking.]


Wow, you look like hell.

[personal profile] ex_tagartist520 2018-03-01 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ ... Is this legit. Is this really a response she's getting right now. She's gonna stare at Rei like she has two heads for a second. ]

it's not a literal statement
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[personal profile] oorah 2018-03-01 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
more than one, sweetheart. watched em kill before too. but if you're quiet they can't find you.

[ he shrugs a little helplessly. he doesn't know how it fucking works okay he just plays the game. ]
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[personal profile] flimsylies 2018-03-01 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ His head rolls creepily on his neck, taking in the familiar little face. He smiles lazily. ]

I was out having fun. Where is your partner?

[ Of course he wants to know where Gon is. ]

[personal profile] ex_tagartist520 2018-03-01 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a defensive huff, her hand running through her hair as she gestures vaguely around them. ]

Nothing's wrong with him. It's a dream - memory - I don't know. Both. One you weren't in.

[ Which is why her dad seems to be going about things the way he always has, their quiet, peaceful silence as he starts to roast his own marshmallow, holding a stick out in her direction that she goes to take with a sigh. Come on, Chloe - show an old man how it's done. She doesn't move for the fire, though, even if her dad shifts like she's about to take a seat next to him on the log. ]

But it's different now.
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[personal profile] killectric 2018-03-01 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Killua narrows his eyes to give Hisoka a bored look. Wow, right to Gon. He could at least pretend to care about something else for once.]

Not here.
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[personal profile] oorah 2018-03-01 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ he blows out an amused but silent puff of air and nods. ] if you wanna learn more about it you should ask my brother micro. [ frank points him out, sitting in a booth not far along the sandpath heading back into the village. they're trying to help take some of the burden off the natives, but so far it's been touch-and-go. his expression sobers at her question. ]

afraid so, sweetheart.
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[personal profile] flimsylies 2018-03-01 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ No~ ]

Or dead already. Silence was never his better virtue.

[ While true, he is mostly just being mean and filling a small boy's head with visions of a dead best friend. He smiles cheerfully. ]
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[personal profile] bossily 2018-03-01 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
Clara. My name is Clara.

[Her neck's starting to get sore from craning her head to look up at him, so she just abandons hope on that and accepts the fact that she's ridiculously short without her boots on.

Her feet are cold on the sand path they're standing on, so she shifts back and forth from foot to foot.
]

How long have you been here?