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Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Jul 5, 2008 2:57:38 GMT -5
Dieter didn't like dreams. They often portrayed uncomfortable truths that he preferred to leave unacknowledged. Usually the work of the night would leave Dieter with dreamless sleep or the dreams of whoever he had taken fresh blood from. Dieter's own dreams left him much more uncomfortable.
The dream started with Dieter in his office. He had just finished a report and the mission assignments and went to turn them over to Ashen. He turned to Ashen's office and what opened the door was not Ashen. Instead of Ashen was a child with a snapped neck. Some bruises indicated the line of chain that was used to break his neck. He sat in the desk comfortably with his head bobbing at an odd angle. He then turned and his head slumped over and hung upside down over his chest. His hair fell back and revealed a small tatoo on his head which Dieter recognized from a dead Lycan clan.
"You'll never escape us or your nature." The child said taking Dieter's paper work. Before Dieter could even reply the child returned to the desk, readjusted his head, then kept talking.
Dieter then saw Ashen. Well not all of him. Just his eyes. He felt a little creeped out as the mouth whispered from one of the walls. Dieter then exited into his normal hall and started walking. He kept walking until he noticed something odd about the carpet. It felt different. Dieter looked down and saw faces. He was walking on flesh and faces. They just stayed there and watched him move on. Where his office had been there now was a garden. In the center of it stood another Dieter who calmly slit the throat of a child and then used the blood to continue writing. He waved to Dieter and as if he was being silly closed the office door.
Suddenly Dieter couldn't see. There were only voices. The terrified and frightened screams of a hundred score peoples who overwhelmed all of Dieter's senses.
Dieter woke up with a start and covered in cold sweat. He hadn't had a nightmare like that for a long time. He decided an expedition to the fridge would be worth it.
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Post by Jasmine Leigh Markus on Jul 6, 2008 19:50:12 GMT -5
Jasmine lay on her futon, wide eyed and awake. She was having trouble sleeping. She wasn't having nightmares like Dieter was, she just, couldn't sleep. She heard a noise in the kitchen. It was day. Why would anyone be up? She figured that she may as well see what was going on. She slipped up quietly, just in case it was someone who wasn't welcome.
She tip-toed into the kitchen and smiled when she saw who it was. She leaned up against the wall and slid down it until she was sitting on the ground. She looked at him closely. He was sweating. There was something wrong. She felt the smile slide from her face and a concerned look replaced it. "Are you okay?" She asked quietly.
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Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Jul 7, 2008 1:54:35 GMT -5
Dieter pulled out a pint of blood and a bottle of Tequilla. Some vampires didn't like the drink but it worked out pretty well. He dumped one into the other and took a good long swig. "Dream, did I wake you up Jasmine." Dieter offered her the bottle as he got up. It was only polite to stand if a lady was present and not seated.
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Post by Jasmine Leigh Markus on Jul 7, 2008 2:16:07 GMT -5
"Nah, couldn't sleep." Jasmine shook her head, declining the drink. She wasn't sure what she would do if she got drunk. Past experience had not set a good example. She watched him carefully. She patted the ground next to her. "Come sit," She offered, her voice soft. "Tell me about this dream," She sounded concerned. Maybe if he talked about it he would feel better.
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Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Jul 7, 2008 13:08:26 GMT -5
Dieter figured he'd tell her. Dieter felt the buzz coming on. He took a couple more sips of the tequilla and then looked at Jasmine. "Alright as you wish." Dieter then projected the sound he heard directly into Jasmine's mind. He felt it would be an easier way to communicate it and he could only concentrate just enough to do a millisecond of that terrible scream. There's a difference from a horror movie scream and a real one. When people scream in horror movies there isn't the gut wrenching fear that's in their tone. The terror of facing your death and being completely overwhelmed by the probability of demise. It is a terrible thing to hear and an even more terrible thing to cause it. Dieter had finished a quarter of the bottle by the time he'd finished.
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Post by Jasmine Leigh Markus on Jul 7, 2008 20:08:08 GMT -5
Jasmine hadn't expected the awful sound to enter her head. She heard it as clearly as if she were screaming herself. It was a terrible sound. She closed her eyes, shuddering. She could tell now why he had been affected by it. She felt the thrill of genuine fear in her own stomach. What had Dieter done to deserve nightmares like that?
It finally ended and she opened her eyes again. They fell on the bottle in his hands. She was surprised at how much he had finished already. "I see," She said quietly. She wasn't quite sure how to react. "Drinking isn't going to help" She couldn't stop the words from coming out as she felt the concern for him. Why did she feel concerned? That was strange. Maybe, she figured, he had become so much more than a guide. He had become a friend. From her perspective anyway.
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Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Jul 7, 2008 20:19:24 GMT -5
Dieter sighed, "it helps me sleep. I've got work to do tomorrow. What're your plans?" Dieter could feel the alcohol surging through his system. Everything felt a little more distant and removed. Generally he felt a little better and a bit more tired. After this conversation he was going to snuggle back into his bed. Who knows maybe get into the same futon... No! Bad drunken thoughts! Dieter settled himself back into his seat.
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Post by Jasmine Leigh Markus on Jul 7, 2008 21:16:35 GMT -5
Jasmine smiled. "I don't know, I was thinking about getting a scheme going with all your furnature. It's kind of, uh... odd at the moment." She laughed quietly. That was going to be a chore. "Then I might get some washing done. It's all very exciting," The last part was a bit sarcastic, but the smile didn't fade from her face, it widened. She ran a hand through her hair and shook it out slowly. She liked having something to do with her hands, otherwise she would be at a loss for what to say or do. Keeping busy always made things clearer.
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Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Jul 9, 2008 16:51:32 GMT -5
"well if you want the style to be a bit more synergistic I do have the rest of those complete sets somewhere. They were just some of the most comfortable things I had so I wanted them here." Dieter could feel his speech starting to slur and his 's' start to thicken. All well. He didn't really care. He needed sleep and this was one of the easiest ways to get a dreamless sleep. There were regrets on some of his actions in the past. Dieter couldn't help his previous actions with Valencia. He couldn't help when he was the pawn without information or even a choice in what he was to do. It still didn't change a thing when innocent people died. It just left Dieter with regrets and another screaming voice added to the tumult.
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Post by Jasmine Leigh Markus on Jul 10, 2008 21:01:02 GMT -5
Jasmine picked up on his slurred speech. Out of concern for her friend, she got up and tried to take the bottle from him. "I think you've had enough." She told him firmly. Even as a vampire, she knew drinking wasn't good. She couldn't just stand by and watch him drink himself to sleep. That wasn't what a good friend would do.
She tucked a loose strand of her hair back behind her ear and sighed. Tonight was going to be a long one, just like yesterday had been. She liked his company. It made time go faster. When he was gone it seemed to slow back down to it's normal speed. She didn't like that. If she was going to live a long unlife, she wanted to live it well.
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Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Jul 13, 2008 22:36:05 GMT -5
Dieter looked as the bottle 'floated' away from his arms and then just retorted, "hey that ish the good shhtuff. Why can't I have my booze? You have a better cure for insomnia! I'd likesh to hear it." Dieter consciously knew that the drunkenness would only last so long as to get him asleep. He didn't even really have hangovers anymore. His system didn't depend on alcohol like an alcoholic would. He wouldn't go into detox if he didn't drink. There were times where he went months without the juice and that was fine. On night's like tonight he felt there was some deep solace in a bottle. Drunken nature kept Dieter far from contemplative and a little reactionary and quite irate the drink and the blood was out of arms reach. Dieter wasn't an angry drunk and wouldn't go so far as to take it from Jasmine forcibly. He was mildly irked.
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Post by Jasmine Leigh Markus on Jul 14, 2008 2:28:27 GMT -5
Jasmine kept the bottle out of his reach. She didn't know what he was like drunk, and she wasn't willing to trust that he would be fine. "You're drunk." She said, shaking her head sadly. "Alcohol won't help, we need to get you to bed." She ordered. She put his drink away in the fridge and was back over to him in a flash. "Come on," She offered her arm to help him up. She wondered if he did this a lot. It was more than the apartment she would have to change. Some of his habits were downright dangerous.
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Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Jul 14, 2008 23:04:32 GMT -5
With supernatural speed Dieter grabbed another drink from the fridge. "I'm not an alcoholic. Don't give me that shtuff. I'm drinkin' so's I can go to shleep. Ish that way. Alcohol makes one pash out and sleep. It runsh through my system fast and I get a niche dreamlesh sleep out of it." Dieter felt he'd drive the point home buy chugging the bottle and whipping his mouth. Dieter kept a lot of metacognitive checks for when he was drunk. Drinking and driving remained a bad idea while Dieter was drunk. Drinking and discorporating even a worse one. So Dieter started stumbling across the room toward his futon just as the alcohol started really impairing his motor function. Ok, I won't fall down. I won't fall down.
Dieter moved with surprising agility when he got to the futon he just plopped over sloppily onto both. "See I'm fine." He said muffled by the pillows. Dieter didn't realize the empty bottle was still in his hand.
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Post by Jasmine Leigh Markus on Jul 15, 2008 3:04:53 GMT -5
Jasmine rolled her eyes. Sure, he said he wasn't an alcoholic. She didn't know if she could believe him. Especially not if he had problems like this often. She was upset that he took a nother drink, but he had downed it before it had even registered in Jasmine's mind. Just perfect. Now she would have to look after him. And in the middle of the day too.
She walked behind him, ready to catch him if he fell. She was happy to see him able to get on the futon-on the both of them. That bit didn't help at all. She sighed and sat down next to him. "You got this far, now you just need to get to sleep." She ordered in a soft tone.
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Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Jul 15, 2008 22:31:05 GMT -5
"Jish give it a while and I'll be fine." Dieter rolled over to his back and let out a not so modest or dignified belch. He chuckled a bit and then closed his eyes. He was welcoming sleep but it would take a while for it to claim him. "Don't get involved in vampiresses politicsh. Itsh a bad idea." Dieter rested his eyes registering his surroundings and keeping track of what was going on. He still hadn't let go of the bottle and just lied sprawled on his back across the futons.
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