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The Catacombs, Tartarus - Sunday

The passage of time was hard to tell in Tartarus and even more so in the catacombs. Between the cold and the dark and the Nightmares flitting in and out of the prisoners' minds, a minute could feel like an eternity and an eternity could feel like a minute. There was a giddiness in the air, a feeling of twisted elation that tasted sour when you breathed it in.

It was the Nightmares. They were feeding and they were happy. Too bad the same couldn't be said for the catacombs' occupants.

[OOC: Second verse, same as the first. Same as yesterday basically. Feel free to do the nightmares in your journals and post them here. There will be a post up later today for the raiding party. Please be sure to look in on it as they're your rescuers and will be coming to get you!]

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During one of the brief respites between nightmares, Gwen had wedged herself into the closet thing to a corner the cavern had, arms wrapped around her knees.

Some nightmares made Gwen scream and sob her throat raw, others led merely to an eerie stillness (http://ihaveniceteeth.livejournal.com/3560.html).

Regardless, the Nightmares fed well. (http://ihaveniceteeth.livejournal.com/3805.html)

Admitedly, some were more successful than others. (http://ihaveniceteeth.livejournal.com/4075.html)

Zuko had no idea how long he'd been stuck there. One nightmare (http://thebluespirit.livejournal.com/15592.html) followed the other and the moments of lucidity in between were lost.

Andros remained in a fetal position as nightmare (http://imcalledandros.livejournal.com/6032.html), after nightmare (http://imcalledandros.livejournal.com/6269.html) continued to hound him.

Isabel's eyes were shut and she was curled into a tiny ball in a useless effort to protect herself.

She'd lost all sense of what was real and what was a nightmare (http://izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com/151530.html).

And the nightmares continued (http://izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com/150874.html). The horror and fear building until Isabel's palms were marked by what seemed like hundreds of tiny half moons caused by clenching her fists so tightly that her nails drew blood.

Isabel began to scream (http://izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com/151076.html)

He was still shaking hard enough to make his muscles ache. And the nightmares (http://just-add-starch.livejournal.com/31953.html) wouldn't leave him alone.

He curled under his jacket and wondered if he was going to get out of this place.

Eyes shut tight, Amber was curled up tight, hands over ears. And the shaking shook her whole body, even rattled her teeth. The nightmares (http://minnesota-teen.livejournal.com/8356.html) wouldn't quit.

John's screams had halted at some point when the Nightmares (http://ltcolkirk.livejournal.com/34348.html) changed. He curled in on himself, staring blankly into the dark.

Harriet woke briefly, dazed and shivering, before being dragged back down into nightmare.

This one wasn't even a surprise. She'd been waiting for this one (http://idontlooktired.livejournal.com/11155.html).

But not for this one (http://idontlooktired.livejournal.com/11474.html).

She wrapped her arms around her knees, and closed her eyes tight.

Edited 2008-06-22 16:35 (UTC)

Those mad, mad eyes, the grin, the flaming hair as he leaned casually on a map of Fandom.

'My island now, Harry. And everyone on it is dead. It's only a matter of time.'

Wait. That wasn't...

'See ya, babe.'

He left her alone in the cold and the dark, deep in the depths of hell

That-- it had already happened.

Something broke and her eyes snapped open. She knew where she was. Freezing, she curled up to try and conserve warmth and forced her eyes to stay open. The nightmares were dragging at her, claws sinking into her consciousness, into her soul, but she fought them with her anger.

Spiralling down into nightmares, she gritted her teeth and dragged herself back out.

She clung to one image. Used it to hold the nightmares off.

Hades' smirking face.

She doubted he'd appreciate the irony.

Inara was crying silently as she rocked in place, unsure what she'd done to deserve this torment and muttering prayers under her breath in a vain attempt to fix it.

Giselle had spent most of the night huddled up in her corner staring at the rock wall across from her as images flickered through her mind.

Finally she shook her head. That would never do. If she was stuck in this little rock cell, she was going to have to make it livable.

So she stood up defiantly, humming under her breath, as she ripped part of her petticoat to make a nice little dusting cloth.

And she began to sing...

Just whistle while you work
And cheerfully together we can tidy up the place
So hum a merry tune
It won't take long when there's a song to help you set the pace

And as you sweep the room
Imagine that the broom is someone that you love
And soon you'll find you're dancing to the tune

When hearts are high the time will fly so whistle while you work...

Geoffrey was in the tomb again. On stage, in the tomb, looking up at them as they waited for him to make sense, to come out, even as he waited for the world to make sense again, for Ellen to love him and only him, for Oliver--

"Oh god. Oh god."

In the cave, Geoffrey's arms wrapped around him. He shuddered, he sobbed, but he didn't move. Couldn't move.

"Oh god."

Bridge is curled in to a little ball, forehead resting on his knees. Meanwhile, in his head, everyone continues to leave (http://bridge-carson.livejournal.com/59846.html). Over and over and over.

Marco was curled up in the corner of the cave. He had finally stopped screaming, but that had more to do with the fact that his throat was too raw to continue than with his mental state. It didn't matter, the nightmares kept on coming.

Silent tears rolled down Marco's face as his friends informed him of what he already knew (http://morpherboy.livejournal.com/6526.html).

Blair was there, her face tightly stoic even as she lived through nightmare after nightmare of being abandoned and forgotten.

Lana was curled in a corner, shivering and whimpering as more nightmares (http://lovelylana.livejournal.com/59843.html) came to her.

Gwynn was pressed as flat against the cave wall as she could be. Her eyes were wide and there were tears coursing down her cheeks as she lived out the nightmares.

When the nightmares (http://notafairmaiden.livejournal.com/18544.html) intensified, Gwynn screamed and screamed until her throat felt raw.

As the nightmares (http://notafairmaiden.livejournal.com/18784.html) kept coming, Gwynn was curled up, whimpering and whispering "No... no..."

The whole time, since they began, since they started, they continued, repeating and turning over and over and over in Adah's head, the same awful nightmares (http://ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com/17334.html) as before, but the reactions, thankfully, seemed to have died down. Adah's body was too exhausted to move, her mouth too exhausted to scream, her eyes too dry to cry and her brain too numb from pain to even think. The twitching limbs and nerves and the corner of her eye were the only indication that she was able to do anything at all, dull twitching gaze at nothing but the terror. They kept eating and eating; she should have run out of flesh, but they never seemed to stop.

Sam had stopped screaming sometime during the night, but his nightmare continued, leaving him curled up on the ground.

Edited 2008-06-22 20:45 (UTC)

Alice hugged her knees, perfectly still. Not moving. Not moving. Not moving. (http://notyourpawn.livejournal.com/2631.html)

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