postictal: (peekaboo | masked)
Tim W█████ ([personal profile] postictal) wrote in [community profile] applesaucedream2015-08-12 10:13 am

deeper and deeper we go, where there is no light [open to multiple]

[Takes place after the events here.]

They drift without purchase and run without purpose.

Something is missing.

They are not whole. But they are and they must be; they can see themselves, they can hear the warped susurrus of their thoughts as they run without running, spun and torn from the body that is not theirs, except for the times where it is.

But where is it. Where are they.

It is too dark and they run, sluicing through forest and trees, searching for the splash of red on brown and black that is their friend, or even the slash of black and the pale glow of white that would denote the thing that follows them, the thing that they hate. But there is nothing. Simply black, endless, a formless landscape stitched over the murmur of a ragged-torn mind. Trees loom, jagged. Always those burned-black sheathes of wood and leaves, stretching ever upward, obscuring all light, branches to sky.

They run in a blur of gray and white and black, their form ashen, their face bright and smooth, dark eyes staring.

There is something ahead.

There is something ahead, and they slam into it, feral and frantic and afraid.


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[ooc: Tim's other self has currently been detached from his body and is now roaming about the dreamspace - mostly in the interest of avoiding the cats, who are curious as to what they're about. They'll come into your dreams. They'll come into anyone's dreams. Or you might end up in theirs. It's up to you, really. They're not likely to be pleased about it either way.]
johnny_truant: (caged)

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2015-08-12 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Johnny lets out a vicious growl as it seizes his legs, bringing him down, spilling both of them into the gash he's made. Just as well. This is his territory, too.

They fall for a long time, the thing still clinging to him, Johnny twisting and kicking, until they land on the soft, ashen floor, the impact hard but nothing broken. The house doesn't want them broken. Not yet.

Johnny lashes out, wrenching one of his legs free and aiming a sharp kick to the creature's face. It lands with a hard crack, and though this should dislodge or break the mask, the mask remains intact.
johnny_truant: (seductive)

strangulation and blood (also a general cw for this thread, it's gonna be violent and unsettling)

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2015-08-12 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
It climbs over him like an insect, fingers snagging at him, and as their hands fit tightly around his throat Johnny bites his lip as he strains away. He tastes iron, and he looks up at the mask, and his lips split into a wild, predatory smile, teeth lined with red.

He raises the floor up around them, curling it back to strike the creature hard enough to dislodge it.

Johnny gets up, but he doesn't run. He faces the thing.

"Try harder," he snarls, still grinning.
johnny_truant: (oh please)

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2015-08-12 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Johnny lets it bring him down, laughs as his knees hit the floor, grabbing back, wrapping his free hand into its jacket and holding on as tight as he can.

"This is not for you," he taunts, a howl and a whisper, something uncoiling from the seething dark behind him, filling his mouth with the taste of rust. He licks blood from his lips, releases its jacket, and aims a punch to its throat. It's strong, it's not human, but it still has borrowed human parts, soft and vulnerable, and Johnny knows which parts of those hurt easiest.
johnny_truant: (angry | intense)

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2015-08-13 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
An agonized grunt escapes him, hissing out between his teeth, and he twists along with the pressure to keep the bone from breaking, shooting a wild glare up at his enemy, his free hand slamming down onto the floor. It separates and reshapes around the creature's leg, holding him down, allowing Johnny to flip onto his back, brace his feet against its chest and kick back, wrenching himself free.

johnny_truant: (havin fun)

johnny is scary

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2015-08-13 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
Johnny steps back, observing his prey, enjoying the novelty of being the predator for a change.

"Didn't see that coming, did you?" he sneers, stepping just outside arm's reach. He crouches down to get on eye level. "You come into my house."

He's hilarious.

He could crush the invader right now, but it's too easy, especially after all the trouble they've given him. He straightens up and lets him go with a wave of his hand.

"Come on, asshole," he says, grinning, manic and monstrous. "Come play."
johnny_truant: (direct | unafraid)

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2015-08-15 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
Johnny's grin doesn't hit his eyes, which get wider and hungrier as the thing launches itself at him.

He recoils, letting it connect, riding the momentum back into a wall that wasn't there before. Actually, make that a door. He smirks, raw and dangerous, as the door opens on impact and they fall, not through, but down, for maximum disorientation. Down, deeper, into the dark and the cold.
johnny_truant: (fight me)

I'll see that tw and raise you some serious suicide ideation

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2015-08-15 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
"That's it," he hisses as they plummet, not bothering to resist as the creature wraps its hands around his throat. Instead he grabs their arms and drags himself even closer. "This is where we belong," he whispers in its ear. "This is where we're meant to be."

Everything is unfolding so simply here, like it was always meant to. Like he'd been told. This is where he was always destined to end up.

Still, the body will fight, and as they sink deeper, slow toward some unknown landing, Johnny struggles, switching from eager to vicious in no time. He lashes a hand across the creature's face, dealing no damage, but a tendril of twisted wood and brick and steel whips out to follow the motion, tearing them apart again. Johnny lands unsteadily, picks himself up, staring into the void, searching for that little spot of white.
johnny_truant: (minotaur)

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2015-08-16 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
They'll have to rely on sound more than sight here, lightless void that it is. Johnny feels vibrations in his chest with every step, a deep, animal rumbling, a growl building higher and harder as his fingers flex restlessly. His teeth ache. He's hungry for blood.

"Come and get me," he snarls into the darkness. He can't tell, doesn't care, whether it's a taunt meant to trap his enemy, or a legitimate request. Either way he's impatient. "Come on."
johnny_truant: (fuck you)

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2015-08-16 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Johnny falls for the feint, lunging forward, unbalanced when there's nothing to meet him, and thrown entirely off his feet when it tackles him from its new angle. He laughs even as it wrestles him down. "Clever beast," he sneers, sounding like an entirely different person now, little leftovers of Raymond crawling out of him. He twists and writhes, he could call the house up again but why spoil it so soon? Let the thing have its little victory.
johnny_truant: (disbelief | pain | disgust)

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2015-08-16 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
He lets out an involuntary gasping grunt when it drives its knee into his chest, forcing the air out of him. His hands are scraped up and bruised from the treatment but it doesn't matter, he doesn't need his little flourishes and gestures to bid the house to act.

He shifts as it presses him hard into the floor and wills that the floor should rise up around him, beat the creature back, crush it for good.

The floor ripples beneath them but it does no such thing. Johnny's eyes blink wide as he realizes the structure is entwining him, both of them, holding them in place. The creature is not being forced back but is now fastened atop him, perfectly poised to wring his neck.

"No!" he rages, twisting one hand free and trying to shove the creature off his chest. Creaking strands of wood wind around his waist, holding him down. He lets out a strangled scream at the betrayal, even though it had to come, he should have known.

The house belongs to no one, Johnny Truant.

Least of all you.