Prosaic

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Grand Ridge Academy - The Hallway to the Male Dorms.

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To: Rita.

Hey, chickadee. Did you get out of the building alright? You know how I love to worry.

Martin

He probably should have been looking instead of texting because someone ran right into his back. He very nearly toppled over at the impact and he dropped his phone, it hit the ground with a plastic clank. Normally, this would have aggravated him but he didn't feel like facing off with this six foot something English guy. He hated being so short sometimes, it made it infinitely more challenging to tell people what he was thinking.

One wrong statement and some tall ass guy with a chip on his shoulder could deck him. This guy didn't really strike him as the punch first and ask questions later type but it was better to be safe than sorry. He sighed through his nose and kneeled to scoop his phone from the floor, noting that there was a new dent in the side before stuffing it into the pocket of his coat. He'd just wait for Rita to tell him if she was alright, though she had been messaging him so sparingly lately that he wasn't sure if she would.

After everything had gone down and he had gotten a nice sling for his arm, he'd gone to her and apologized for the idiotic way that he'd chosen to comfort her. It had been a very awkward affair. He just wanted them to get back on track, maybe get a coffee together sometime. He was feeling very isolated lately and she was pretty much the only person that he'd ever been able to tolerate. He hoped they got through this rough patch soon.

"It's fine, I'm probably only internally bleeding a little." he deadpanned, "I'll make it through this encounter with minimal damage."

Though, the other boy seemed to already be hurrying out and he just wasn't that concerned with getting out quickly. He walked at his neutral pace, trying to keep his thoughts from wandering. He highly doubted that the entire school was about to go up in flames, if it did and he died a tragic death by burning to a crisp, then it would be his own fault. He would have to take full responsibility for being a slowpoke.

He could see the shadows flitting across the wall in his peripheral vision, they were distracting and he wished they'd stop. Sometimes it would feel like his subconscious was taunting him with these shadows, trying to make him pay attention to them. It wasn't a new thing, he'd been seeing this happen far too often lately. Sometimes in class, sometimes in the hall, frequently in his dorm. They had full reign of his dreams and now they were seeping into his reality.
Great.

He straightened the collar of his coat again, unaware of the faint green glow that his impromptu tattoo was emitting. He just wanted to keep it hidden, there was no need for anyone to point that thing out to him. He almost wished that it would disappear as easily as it had appeared, he was getting really tired of worrying about it. Every passing moment was another moment where he was anxious that some jerk-off would point at him and go "Nice tattoo, brah!"

If he ever considered getting a tattoo, it would be far more pretentious than whatever this was. The placing of this tattoo was also terrible, no job would want to hire a guy with a tattoo that was so close to his face. He had to hope that this was just some kind of hallucination because if it wasn't the he wanted to know who the hell had managed to give him a tattoo while he'd been asleep. He also wanted to what the hell his doctor had been on if she didn't see it.

It was hard not to feel like he was losing it. The small shapeless shadows that were rippling around his boots were more than enough proof that he probably was going a little off the wall. He tried not to look directly at them, as if looking at them solidified their existence somehow. Just ignore it until it goes away.
What a way to live.

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Grand Ridge Academy - Bathroom.

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Fine, she was covered in glass cuts and somehow that translated to fine.
Not only was she bullshitting her, she was trying to leave while bullshitting her. "Lynette, we need to-"

She was cut off by the sound of approaching footsteps. This wasn't good, not only were they standing in the middle of this mess, this mess had been the cause of the wailing alarm. If she remembered anything from highschool, it was that making a fire alarm go off was pretty much as punishable as murder. She figured that college couldn't be much different.

She didn't know if Lynette had set off a cherry bomb or something but this place wasn't explainable. She certainly couldn't think of a way to explain it. She took a step back, her heel bumped into a piece of glass and made it clatter into the wall. The sound was jarring despite the screeching alarm in her ears. She knew hiding in a stall wouldn't work, there wasn't really anywhere to hide.

Her panic was rising steadily as she stared at the door. She couldn't be caught in here, she and Lynette could be blamed for this wreckage. They could get into trouble, and even worse, they could get kicked out. She didn't know much about the rules regarding vandalism but she did know that nearly blowing up the bathroom was more than enough reason for expulsion.

She couldn't get kicked out, her mother would be devastated, she had to do something. She had to think quicker- it was then that her wrist began to glow in pale purple. It was a pleasing sort of lavender, the glow was spilling through the cracks of each individual bracelet that she'd layered over it. She turned her wrist over to stare at it, the eye stared back at her.

She couldn't help but wonder why it had started to glow now. That's just what she needed, for the teachers to open the door and for her to be glowing. God, this was so frustrating. There wasn't any way to avoid what was coming, so, she tried to accept it. When she looked up to the door, she noticed something very odd. Her reflection was no longer in the glass at her feet.

Believe it or not but Aliana Agüero was no vampire and this wasn't normal. She shot a confused glance to Lynette and realized that she could see her physically but she also had no reflection. They were both seemingly trapped in this little bubble where they were no longer visible to the outside world. It should have been scary but instead, she found herself feeling very calm.

Hidden, they were hidden and no teacher was going to see them. She didn't have to worry, whatever this was and if the eye on her wrist was at fault, she was glad that it had happened. She pressed a finger to her lips, signaling Lynette to keep as silent as possible while they waited for the teachers to approach. She just focused on staying invisible, trying to keep her breathing even and relaxed.

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

"Stuff me daddee"

@Surtr Inc

I'M DEAD INSIDE.
I'M ASCENDING TO A NEW LEVEL OF DEAD INSIDE.

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

He just loves getting manhandled.

@Surtr Inc

You're right, he's a born masochist. Feel free to shove him in any locker. ;)

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

I volunteer big beefcake to stuff shrimpy goth into a locker.

@Surtr Inc

Hot.
How did you know that was his kink?

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

Done my post, if anyone wants to speak to David for god knows what reason you can go ahead and sacrifice yourself to be the person he bumped into else it'll be just some random.

@pokemad1

I volunteer this shrimpy goth kid Martin to run into him.

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

Martin is open to any interaction, if anyone wants to talk to the guy that thinks he's slowly descending into hallucinations, that's an option.

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I'll try to get my first post up in a little bit, I've been wracking my brain with how to write it.

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

@Prosaic Also just gonna give you a thumbs up for that Martin post because it was exactly what I was looking for in terms of timeskip posts.

@Surtr Inc

That literally made my day, thank you. I was proud of that post and I'm glad you liked it.

Welcome To Rawyn - A Supernatural Mystery

@2plus2isnot5 I hope more ppl leap on board, this is such a cool idea.

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Grand Ridge Academy - Martin's Dorm.

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The dreams were the worst part.
It seemed as if every time that he closed his eyes, he was having another nightmare. For a boy that usually had trouble getting to sleep in general, this was exhausting. His dreams were not only confusing, they were downright nonsensical. He'd been dreaming of shadows nonstop, but the shadows seemed to have a life of their own. They weren't just where light was being shaded, they were fish darting along the walls and sharp toothed lions pacing over the earth.

They would twist around his hands like demented snakes and curl over his fingers. They would tighten over his throat and he'd wake up gasping. They were as real and as physical as him and they wouldn't leave his dreams alone. At times it would feel like there was a mask over his eyes, his vision would blacken completely. This would usually leave him feeling fatigued even though he'd just woken up. The darkness of the room would be too dark, even for the night time.

He'd wake up too suddenly at times and see them, they would be dancing across the ceiling in the low light before disappearing. They were some part of his imagination that seemed very adamant to get his attention. They were starting to give him a headache. Tonight's dream had been the first break that he'd gotten from them in some time, it had been odd nonetheless but at least the only shadows that he'd seen had belonged to the people looking for their dog.

Eventually, they found its mutilated corpse and his stomach did twists and turns. It was easy to guess that whatever had gotten to the dog, couldn't have been a good thing for the humans. He wanted them to run, he found himself silently encouraging them to run. It was like watching a horror movie unfold in front of him, except he was a part of it, again. This time though, he was more like a ghost and in no immediate danger.

He was a silent observer to the horror that was quickly becoming their reality. He had never met these people before, he couldn't help wondering how they'd gotten into his dreams. He couldn't do anything to help them but he was content with not putting his neck out again, so he watched and he watched carefully. He tried not to miss a single detail, feeling strangely detached as an observer and not a participant.
The word that stuck with him when he'd woken up was the word that seemed most prominent.

Awakened.

It had been a while since the camping incident and it was hard not to feel like there was something more he could have done. He was the type of guy that usually acted only for himself but watching everyone around him being targeted had inspired something strange in him. He had found himself wanting to keep them safe. Strangers, old enemies, and acquaintances alike, he hadn't wanted to see any of them die.

Things had been bad ever since the massacre. He'd been feeling pretty awful and some sort of stain had appeared on his neck. Every time he looked into the mirror, he could see it. It was stark and black, it stood prominently on the side of his neck, stretching from the hollow of his throat and touching the underside of his jaw. It looked as if someone had painted a messy spiral onto his skin.

It was the strangest thing, and he'd tried to scrub it off at first. He'd rubbed and rubbed at it until the area had become raw and irritated. He'd even managed to show it to a doctor, he'd been anxious of how she'd react. He was surprised when she didn't react at all. She hadn't seen anything, it was like it was only there to be seen by him. He wondered if it was some kind of psychological affect of the trauma.

Maybe he was just seeing things. He'd obviously been pretty freaked out, maybe that had manifested into some kind of strange, delusional state. PTSD could cause hallucinations, couldn't it? Perhaps he'd start seeing the axe man at every corner next, maybe he'd go into a full scale meltdown and try to point him out to passerbys. This was the only route that he could see this going.

Paranoia had driven him to hide the mark on his neck despite the doctor not seeing it, and luck had made it so his favorite coat had a high collar. It didn't completely conceal it from his view but it did camouflage it. It was a bit like badly hiding a hickie, not that he'd ever had to do that before. Nonetheless, nobody had commented on it so far and that was fine. Sometimes being the kid that nobody noticed had its benefits.

He adjusted his collar in the mirror, the long black coat hung to about mid-thigh and he'd accented his jeans in a bullet-studded belt. He looked pale, not that it was abnormal for him to look pale, but this was a different kind of pale. He looked drained, like someone had sucked the color out of his cheeks. The sleep deprived bruising under his eyes was darker than ever and his eyes were looking a bit blood shot.

He looked like someone who had seen hell and come back from it. At least his shoulder had healed, that was the one good thing to happen to him recently. The hospital had realigned it and he'd been forced into a sling for a few weeks. It hadn't hindered his life too much but it hadn't been pretty to look at. He'd waited fairly long before seeking medical attention and the swelling had taken awhile to go down completely.

Now, it was back in comission and seemed to work as well as it always had. He had never realized how much that he took that arm for granted until it was stuck in a sling. It could have been worse though, he'd avoided even a hairline fracture. The whole thing made him very grateful that he hadn't taken an axe through his torso or head or any other important body part.

He pulled on one leather boot and then the other, tying them and straightening his shoulders. Fear wouldn't excuse him from life and he had been living by that motto ever since the massacre. He left his dorm with his hands neatly tucked into his coat and his head down. He got maybe three steps out the door before the shriek of the fire alarm filled his ears.

Jesus, why couldn't one day go by without something happening?

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Grand Ridge Academy - Bathroom.

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Explosion.
The tinkling sound of glass hitting the ground. The sound of the fire alarm starting to blare. The sound of water hitting tile. Her hand was frozen, she'd just been about to open the bathroom door when everything went completely awry. Her hand was shaking a little, she tried to steady it but she couldn't. She had been a little jumpy ever since the camping trip but this gave her more than enough reason to be jumpy.

She almost didn't want to open it, afraid that she might be hit by a wall of flame. She couldn't feel any heat emitting from it and surely she would feel something if the room were on fire. Instinct was urging her to just evacuate the hall altogether but she didn't. She instead stood there, stuck in some kind of idle state as she stared at the door.

She pushed herself to act, wrenching the door open. If someone was stuck in there then they'd surely appreciate a helping hand. She prepared herself for extinguishing flame, maybe someone huddled away from it, some sort of horror scene but instead she found Lynette. Mirror shards surrounded her on every side, her reflection in a million little facets. There were small cuts in her flesh, presumably from the mirror.

Strangest of all, she was glowing. It wasn't an all over kind of glow, less like she had gotten too close to a nuclear reactor and more centered between her breasts. It was some kind of symbol, she couldn't really recognize it but it reminded her of something that she might find in a history book. It just seemed ancient.

The whole area was a mess of glass and water, it was practically a hazard zone. If she'd been feeling a little more artistic and a lot less confused then she might find it beautiful. She stepped carefully across the shards, unhappily aware that heels weren't ideal for traversing shattered glass. Each crunch of the mirror beneath her heels was stunningly loud. She made her way over to the other girl precariously, carefully she freed the shirt from where it had been discarded amongst glass.

After shaking the piece of clothing to hopefully rid it of any slivers, she held it out to Lynette. "Lynette? Do you need some help?"

Of course she needed some help, the room was covered in shattered glass and it looked like a small bomb had gone off. She couldn't make any connection to what could have caused this. She wanted to explain it realistically somehow but instead she was just getting more and more tangled. There were marker prints on some of the glass, as if someone had scribbled something onto it. "It looks like this place went to hell in a hand basket, what happened?"

As if it had just occured to her, the worry on her face gave way to a hint of panic. "Lynette, ¡podrías haber sido murió!"

The glowing mark on Lynette's chest was just too weird to mention. It was an elephant in the room that she didn't know if she should acknowledge or not. Something about seeing it was surreal. Unintentionally, she had found her hand clasping over her own wrist to conceal the eye that marked it. It made her wonder if the two sigils were related somehow.

When the eye had appeared on the inside of her wrist, she'd been more than a little freaked out. She had taken careful measure to hide it, opting for long sleeves as much as possible and trying to layer her bracelets. Whatever it was, it wouldn't go away. It was as stable as the tattoo on her ankle. She didn't know where it had come from or if it was even real but seeing Lynette now was a good indicator that it could be something more and that terrified her.

"We need to get you out of here, this place is a wreck."

Translation

_{*Lynette, you could have been killed!"}