[OOM: In dreams.]
Dec. 3rd, 2006 11:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mnt_raphINT. TENT THAT DREAMS OF BEING A STUDIO APARTMENT
The scene opens on the interior of Raph's tent as it exists at present, the scene is a desolate one. The camera pans through the space, starting with the front door flap and moving counter-clockwise through the space. As it travels through the living room/sitting area there is a brief pause to take in the one shred of magic still left on the roof: the Raph-shaped clean spot that claims the left-most cushion of the couch. The tour continues over the breakfast bar and through the galley kitchen, before coming to a halt on the remnants of what was once a bed.
Suddenly the alarm clock on the bedside table sputters to life, and the moonlight which bathes the room is augmented by the blue blinking display. The camera pivots to take in the face of the clock which blinks the time: 1:22 am. When it pans back to the bed proper, the bed is not only whole but currently occupied as well. A shirtless Human RAPHAEL lays on his back, his eyes closed.
The scene opens on the interior of Raph's tent as it exists at present, the scene is a desolate one. The camera pans through the space, starting with the front door flap and moving counter-clockwise through the space. As it travels through the living room/sitting area there is a brief pause to take in the one shred of magic still left on the roof: the Raph-shaped clean spot that claims the left-most cushion of the couch. The tour continues over the breakfast bar and through the galley kitchen, before coming to a halt on the remnants of what was once a bed.
Suddenly the alarm clock on the bedside table sputters to life, and the moonlight which bathes the room is augmented by the blue blinking display. The camera pivots to take in the face of the clock which blinks the time: 1:22 am. When it pans back to the bed proper, the bed is not only whole but currently occupied as well. A shirtless Human RAPHAEL lays on his back, his eyes closed.
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Date: 2007-04-18 09:13 pm (UTC)Maybe...maybe she was swept downstream. Yes, that's it. Downstream. She's out of the water already. She's sitting on the shore just waiting for him to surface.
And so he does, expecting to hear her laughing over sound of the rushing water.
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Date: 2007-04-18 09:39 pm (UTC)As he scans the shoreline though, the water starts to roil and churn behind him. And out of it erupts a hideous creature, very far removed from the foxy blonde who vanished beneath it. It's a slimey muscle-bound hulk, with a formless face, a cruel looking sucker where its mouth should be, and six empty black eyes, all of which are fixed on Raph.
"Mmmm, turtle," it growls, "After juicy human, Bloodsucker is now hungry for turtle. Make nice dessert."
The turtle in question might recognize this monster as a certain mutant leech that was once borne out of his own blood.
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Date: 2007-04-18 10:06 pm (UTC)It started with a joke and ended in blood. Day after day he lost just that much more of himself: his training, his mobility, his voice, until finally all he had left was the sheer will to survive.
"No no no no. No you can't have me back. I won't go back. You...you keep away from me!"
His hands are up. He's ready to defend...he hopes.
The spot by the river, where Goldy once sat, is now the resting place for a tiny worm-sized set of bleachers. The remaining bait has assembled to cheer on Bloodsucker. They hold signs aloft which proclaim their support: LET HIM HAVE IT! and SHOW HIM WHAT FOR!
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Date: 2007-04-18 10:21 pm (UTC)"I wish to taste that lovely fruity turtle flavor again. Taste it and savor it."
The beast looms over Raph, water still sluicing down its muculent torso. Tree-trunk arms spread, preparing to draw the turtle into a lethally draining embrace.