21 tightropes walked - dream vortex
Jan. 14th, 2010 12:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
freckleddoll[Slums. A deserted alleyway, dingy and dirty, not much to be seen but piles of refuse left lying around. And a small group huddled under a blanket, children, too young to be left on their own but alone all the same.
At a closer look there's more wrong with them than the dirt and hungry faces and torn scraps of clothing. A boy with one empty sleeve, and a boy and a girl with the remains of a leg wrapped in strips of cloth. An even smaller child with a partly burnt face being held by a boy too large for his age.
A dog runs around them, barking - Tiger, for those who'd recognize him, even though in the strange way of dreams, Doll clearly doesn't know him. The children are too miserable to pay him any attention.
And standing for a while in that alley, one will be able to hear the strain of circus music filtering in, perhaps even the reflection of bright lights.]
((ooc: the way the dream goes depends on what visitors do. Anyone welcome!))
At a closer look there's more wrong with them than the dirt and hungry faces and torn scraps of clothing. A boy with one empty sleeve, and a boy and a girl with the remains of a leg wrapped in strips of cloth. An even smaller child with a partly burnt face being held by a boy too large for his age.
A dog runs around them, barking - Tiger, for those who'd recognize him, even though in the strange way of dreams, Doll clearly doesn't know him. The children are too miserable to pay him any attention.
And standing for a while in that alley, one will be able to hear the strain of circus music filtering in, perhaps even the reflection of bright lights.]
((ooc: the way the dream goes depends on what visitors do. Anyone welcome!))
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Date: 2010-01-17 01:32 pm (UTC)I ain't. I aint!
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Date: 2010-01-17 01:35 pm (UTC)S'going t'take a while. [and with a smile towards her brother] Thanks, Dagger.
[She gets onto the tightrope again. As she takes some more tentative steps she gets older, steadier.]
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Date: 2010-01-17 10:05 pm (UTC)She does a double-take at the rapid progression of time. It's easy enough to forget that everything is possible in dreams.]
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Date: 2010-01-17 10:29 pm (UTC)But she's standing next to Penny too in her boyish outfit, looking up at herself.]
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Date: 2010-01-17 10:37 pm (UTC)Hey. [She nods towards the Doll in the circus outfit.] You're really good, you know that?
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Date: 2010-01-17 10:39 pm (UTC)S'nice t'have somethin' you're good at...
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Date: 2010-01-17 10:47 pm (UTC)It is. You're good at more than just that, though.
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Date: 2010-01-17 11:54 pm (UTC)[a shrug] This place don' seem real.
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Date: 2010-01-18 03:21 am (UTC)You are.
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Date: 2010-01-18 09:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-18 10:03 pm (UTC)You have to have... faith, I guess. That things can get better.
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Date: 2010-01-18 10:06 pm (UTC)Might get better for me. What 'bout them?
[reaches out a hand towards the dead girl but snatches it back just as quickly, as though she'd been burnt]
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Date: 2010-01-18 10:12 pm (UTC)All she can do is hold onto Doll and give her what comfort she can.]
We can't help them. But we can try and remember them, and not to repeat our mistakes.
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Date: 2010-01-18 10:15 pm (UTC)