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freckleddoll) wrote2010-01-14 12:20 am
freckleddoll) wrote2010-01-14 12:20 am
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21 tightropes walked - dream vortex
[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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[Her voice is stern, but still kind. There's something here Doll doesn't want to face and Anna doesn't want to hurt her, but she has to ask.]
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[It's really not something she wants to face.]
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[Anna's trying to understand, if it's important enough for Doll to dream like this, it's important enough for her to learn.]
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[she sinks to the floor]
Guess I knew there was somethin' really wrong with it.
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You didn't know - it's easy to miss things when we don't want to see them.
What did he do? Your father?
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[holding back a sob]
Could've been us...
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But it wasn't you, and you didn't know. You're a good person, Doll.
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I ain't. I aint!
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You are.
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You have to have... faith, I guess. That things can get better.
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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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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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