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Leon Meyer

"I'm not going to let a pathetic little thing like 'death' stop me."

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a character in “Caught in a Nightmare”, originally authored by Alligot, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

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Full Name: Leon Meyer
Age when Death Occurred: 19
Gender: Male
Last Residence: Chicago, Illinois
Last Occupation: College Student
Cause of Death: Gunshot to the heart
Role: Dead Male 2


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Negative Traits: Irritable || Impatient || Holds grudges || Maniacal
Positive Traits: Clever || Loyal || Determined || Ambitious
Dislikes: Guns and explosions || Children || The living || The peaceful dead || Betrayal
Likes: Sushi || Sports || Medicine || Technology || Dogs
Fears: Nightmares || Pain || His inevitable insanity || Being dead

Personality Description: Before he died, Jakob was an intelligent, rather amicable student. But, since he died, he hasn't taken it too well. He's become mistrustful, paranoid, and obscenely angry. He's angry from the way he died, he's angry at the perceived unfairness of it all. He's angry at those who still live, and angry at those who have made peace with their death. He's far from being at peace, still frustrated, and still wishing he could go back.

He's not the nicest person to talk to in his current situation. He tends to treat most of the other dead with varying degrees of contempt. And he's constantly looking for a way to go back, to get a second chance. It's an obsession of his, and the old ambition that one drove him to be a doctor is now driving him to commit the unspeakable. And with how unstable he is right now, he's not going to stop for much.

But, if he's close enough to someone, part of his pre-death personality would show. He's loyal and caring, and would help any of his friends with the same gusto as he peruses his own goals. Problem is, he doesn't have too many friends right now, having alienated himself from most of the dead.

Biographical History: Leon was going places. He graduated high school a year early, had just finished his second year of college. See, he wanted to be a doctor, and was taking his pre-med course, which lasts four years. While he wasn't top of his class, he did well, had good grades, and was a nice guy to talk with. Calm, collected, good sense of humor.

During the summer, he'd take up a job that would help him pay for the next year of tuition. This particular summer, however, was slim pickings, and he was working at a gas station on the edge of town. It was simple, try to stay awake all night, and make sure anyone who comes inside doesn't steal anything. A couple weeks in to his work, a pair of hooded men broke in, and they were not there to buy gas. They had guns, and they wanted everything in the register. Simple enough, Leon was not stupid enough to try and play the hero. He pressed the hidden button, and then started forking over the cash.

The two guys robbing the store were young - probably about Leon's age. They obviously had never done this before, and seemed just as frightened as he was. Which made it all the more dangerous, as they had very, very itchy trigger fingers. Leon fumbled, accidentally banging his elbow on the counter. That startled one of the robbers, and in turn, he squeezed that trigger.

It was over in seconds. A stupid mistake. The wrong place, at the wrong time. And Leon had lost his life. If he was shot nearly anywhere else, he might have been able to survive. The unfairness of the whole ordeal nearly drove him insane - he refused to accept he was dead. He had something to live for, it couldn't end here, right? He had a girlfriend, friends and family who cared about him. He was going to become a doctor, save lives. He wanted to have a family, and grow old.

And so, returning became something of an obsession. After he died, he looked - and has kept looking - for any way to return, to bring himself back to life. At times, his previous self can be seen, but when he gets engrossed in his new goal, he has a manic determination. A wild look in his eyes. And he'll stop at nothing to go back.

Hair Color: Blue
Eye Color: Brown
Tattoos/Markings: Circular scar over his heart.
Height: 6'4
Brief Appearance Description:
Tall and well-built, Leon's clearly athletic. He's far from lithe, and is more like a giant when he walks in the room. Though he's not a body-builder with bulging muscles and popping veins, he's rather strong, able to lift, carry, or hoist just about anything. Most of his height comes from his long, powerful legs, able to push him forward with speed and agility that seems impossible for someone of his stature. Over his chest, he has a jagged, circular scar over his heart. A grisly reminder of his demise.

His features, in contrast, are sharp and hawk-like. He has intense brown eyes that seem to bore through someone or anything with just a stern gaze, and messy bluish hair that needed a trim three weeks ago. He doesn't seem to smile often anymore, his normally handsome typically stuck in a determined grimace.

He tends to wear nice, formal clothes like suits, ties, collared shirts and slacks.

Notable Skills/Abilities:
Strong || "Just don't call me Andre."

Animal Magnetism || "I've never been bitten or attacked by a creature before. And for some reason, even the most vicious pup will love me. Is it the way I smell?"

Endurance || "Are you kidding me? You're done? I haven't even broke a sweat yet!"

Unstoppable || "If you get in my way, I swear to whatever god there is, I'll re-kill you."

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Other: N/A

So begins...

Leon Meyer's Story

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Amelia Renard






The man stared for a rather long time. It kind of made Amelia uncomfortable, actually. Was something wrong with his eyesight? Or - wait, he seriously seemed foreign. Maybe he had no idea what she was saying at all, speaking Korean instead of English, perhaps.

Maybe he understood French, or German? She grew up with French as a second language, and she learned a smattering of German in public school. It couldn't hurt to try.

"Sie... uh - sie sprechen Deutsch? Or - or... parlez-vou-" She stammered out, seeming to have difficulty getting the words out at first. She was cut short when she heard a shout nearby, her attention diverted for a few seconds. She didn't even notice the man's initial approach.

"Khh... What the fuck happened? Where am I?" And lord almighty, this man - not even, really - this boy stumbled up as if he landed on hot coals. He looked like he had just left a punk rock concert, with his incredibly odd-colored hair, and equally odd choice of clothes. Honestly, Amelia didn't care too much for people like this - and she definitely wouldn't dream of them! But, at least he looked as if he spoke English.

"Are you okay?" She questioned, before realizing it came out more as a mutter. She was about to repeat it a bit more loudly, but the boy was already frantically speaking.

"Oh no... Please tell me I'm not alone on a dark graveyard with killer spiders and a fucking GIRL!"

Amelia was about to reply, her features having fallen to a grimace. And it was obviously not going to be pretty, but the other man spoke first, cutting her retort off before it even started, grasping her raised hand with both of his. The notion surprised her, both from the unexpected touch, and just how cold his own hands were. It brought her gaze to them - and an old tidbit of information surfaced from her mind.

In dreams, your hands and feet would typically be incredibly distorted or disfigured... that was one of the ways to tell you were dreaming. Or so she recalled. But not only were their hands all perfectly fine and normal, a lot of other things did not make sense. Her senses were normal - she could feel the cold temperature of the man's palms, she could see the surroundings in her typical, exquisite detail, and there were no oddly distorted noise. Not only that, but she could feel pain. Her leg throbbed horribly, and she did not wake up.

"My name is Hana. Mind telling me yours?" He asked, bringing her away from thought.

"Amelia... and - and you're freezing... here." She said, hesitating for a brief moment, before pulling her hand away. This was weird. She was supposed to be dreaming, wasn't she? But this didn't feel like a dream... it felt real. Hana looked real, and so did that brat in the distance.

She fished for her jacket, handing it to him. While it might not fit perfectly, it wasn't a tiny garment by any means. It was meant to stave off the cold elevations she often flew at, after all. Assuming that Hana took it, she grabbed onto a nearby tombstone, lifting herself up, using her good leg to aid her. She gingerly placed weight on her injured leg, and gave a low hiss as it shook and trembled.

She shifted her weight to her good leg, leaning on the stone. She finally spoke, casting her gaze between Hana and the new arrival, (albeit she gave more of a glare to the latter,) "So... where are we? This - this definitely doesn't feel like a normal dream..."



Leon Meyer






This could be it.

After years and years and years and years -

After a very, very long time of searching... Leon might have his answer. His ticket back. If the living could walk amongst the dead... maybe the same could be said in reverse. He wouldn't have to spend eternity stuck in this godless graveyard. He might be able to get a second chance, to right the wrongs done to him.

There was an... odor, that followed the trio. No, not an odor. A feeling. An aura, if you will. They were clearly out of place. They did not belong here, in this land of death. And unlike him, they were fragile, weak beings. They wouldn't be able to survive here. Not alone. The nightmares that crawl through the dark would get to them, tear them apart. Perhaps the place itself would drive them mad, as it had to him.

Wait - he wasn't mad. He was perfectly sane. A perfectly sane, ambitious man of ruthless determination. Though not even he could deny that this... this graveyard was grating on him. Perhaps it grated on his sanity as well. But only a little. For the denizens of the dead made poor company, the wailing, pitiful lot they are. He held no pity for any of them. They had given up long ago. He would never falter.

The humans were too far to discern him, likely too preoccupied amongst themselves to search through the fog and leaves. He wasn't exactly wearing camouflage, but a white shirt blended rather well with the fog, if he had to be honest.

And he'd like to keep himself concealed. He would not be the unfortunate sap to break the news to them. No, he'd sit, wait, and watch. Maybe they'd subconsciously lead him directly to what he wanted. Besides... if a nightmare did show up, he himself would fare better if he was out of sight. And maybe... it would be easier to distract from a distance.

So, instead, he approached the graveyard, keeping his distance. His feet eventually stopped short of a prone figure in front of a tombstone.

Mary.

He didn't like her much, to be honest. Out of them all, she self-pitied the most. But, he couldn't see any of the other dead around, and he wanted to share this with someone. His one glimmer of hope - his one shot of redemption. Even if it had to be Mary.

He knelt down, the tip of his tie barely grazing her eerie remains. He wore a triumphant smile, and whispered, with a bit of a singsong tone, "Mary, Mary. Stop fretting, look!"

"We've got visitors."

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Character Portrait: Mary Rose Carew Character Portrait: Karo Shirakawa Character Portrait: Hanataro Iku Character Portrait: Leon Meyer Character Portrait: Amelia Renard
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Mary Rose Carew



“Did you hear that Katarina?” Mary Rose looked around, she was positive she had heard a shout from close by. Well it was a long time since she had heard something like that, maybe she was starting to hallucinate more. If that was the case it’s getting worse, she sighed heavily. If things keep up like this she wouldn’t stay sane for long. Maybe she would turn out to become one of them.

Sulking again she started drawing with her finger in the mud, there was nothing more to do anyway. Katarina seemed upset however, she hissed and walked around in circles. Apparently not happy about something, well Mary Rose understood why when she saw him coming forward. Katarina didn’t like others.

“Mary, Mary. Stop fretting, look! We've got visitors.”

Annoyed at first she gave him a harsh look, her name was not Mary. How dare he call her Mary. If he was too lazy to say her name couldn’t he just said Rose instead? But when she thought about it, he had mentioned something else also. Visitors? Oh, oh, oh! Looking up at him with big eyes she started to rise up as fast as she could, and still trying to keep a little of her grace. Which was hard since she almost tumbled while doing it. Turning around she could see them, how unpleasant they looked this time. What was with those clothes? And that hair! How could he have purple hair, how was that even possible? Leaning forward over her headstone she inspected them more thoroughly.

“It is happening again Katarina”, an hopeful look spread on her face while Katarina frowned clearly annoyed. “It is happening again.”

No it’s not. You are clearly just making this up, so just sit down like a nice girl and it will go away.

“You can not fool me Katarina.”

Realizing that the man, Leon she thought he called himself, couldn’t see Katarina she gazed back at him with an embarrassed look. But she wouldn’t excuse herself or try to explain, she was clearly not the only one who was going insane in this place. Inspecting the trio again while she pulled the bangs from her eyes she noticed it. Their – disturbing – appearance resembled his, when she thought about it didn’t he show up for the first time quite recently?

“Are you also from their time? You all have the same strange way of dressing”, she didn’t want to look away from what looked like the living but she did. It was rude to address a person and not looking them in the eyes. Looking closer at what he was wearing she nodded apologetically. “You seem to have better taste in clothes however, but I can not understand how your hair turned blue. And that one over there, purple? Strange is what it is.”

Maybe they use witchcraft?

Startled by what Katarina said, she took a few steps back. Witchcraft was bad, really bad. And she had spoken to one of them! Well, when she thought about it maybe it was acceptable in their time? But still, it was unpleasant.

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"Amelia... and - and you're freezing... here."

His expression showed blind concern and sorrow after she pulled away her hands from him. He did not want it, he still urged to feel the warmth of her hands, warming up his. Yet she pulled back, away from him. It was such a pity. Looking like a puppy which just lost his toy, he gazed at her hands for a certain amount of time so that he did not entirely notice her going and taking her jacket for him. It wasn't until she offered her jacket when Hana blinked and looked up. A woman's jacket, no mistake but for Hana, it was something he truly needed right now. "Thank you... Amelia." He uttered whilst taking the jacket and used it as sash substitute, wrapped it around his waist so that less cold is able to penetrate into his cloth. It did not entirely prevent it, but enough so that he took both of his arms into his cloth and pressing them on his stomach, for the warmth to increase.

Enjoying the new sensation, he failed to notice her injured leg but soon catched up to it after hearing her hissing silently. "So... where are we? This - this definitely doesn't feel like a normal dream...", she then asked, but Hana was slightly irritated seeing how carelessly she let her wound be. What will she do if she caught an infection? She wouldn't be able to use one of her leg properly and had to hobble all through his life. This woman... "It doesn't matter right now. Let me see your wound." He said, suddenly his tone of voice changed to a more serious and concerned kind. Cowering down to have a better look at her legs, he slipped both of his arms back through the sleeves of his yukata. "Excuse me." He politely announced before gently lifting her injured leg and slightly glaring at the wound, wanting to have the best clear picture of the situation.

Thus after awhile inspecting, he fall back on his correct way of sitting and without any other words, suddenly ripped a part of the sleeve of his cloth and took it to cover the injury. "Unfortunately there is no water around, but if we find one you have to wash it properly.", he continued strictly while wrapping the cloth around, then tying it tightly. Then he looked up and displayed an assuring smile on his face. "Hopefully this will do for awhile." Whether this was a dream or not a dream, it mattered little. When Hana saw an injured person, he couldn't help but do something about it; sitting at the side doing nothing only because it's a dream was definitely not Hana's way of doing. Plus at time, this seemed so realistic, almost made it surrealistic, that Hana was scared to throw in assumptions.

Suddenly, he heard faint voices. Although he could never rely on his eyes, especially not within this strange thick fog which screamed out a mysterious kind of feeling, he always could count on his sharp hearing senses. Strangely, everything was graspable. As if his inner limits of his hearing senses were switched off and he completely drowned into this 'dream world' with a max alert. It was not necessarily unpleasant... rather, it was frightening. To hear to strange, unfamiliar noises at the same time was enough to perhaps drive him crazy someday. However, this time, he was just curious. With the presence of others, he felt rather secure and gathered up courage to listen more closely, doing steps of the brave. "You hear that?" He asked after he pressed his point finger on his lips to give both a sign to be silent for awhile. "Voices. Maybe there are more people around?" Somehow, an intuition perhaps, made it that his question came off as doubting. Yet, curiosity got the best of him and he shouted: "Who is there?" In a dream, you can allow yourself to do everything you like, right? Soon afterward though, he regretted his actions and his curiosity gradually changed to a bad anticipation.

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Karo Shirakawa




Karo saw a young man not too far away, talking to the young girl. Maybe he should go talk to him...? But the girl is standing there too. He takes a quick look around and it does feel like someone's watching him. No, he'd rather stand a little closer to a girl than being watched by flesh eating killer spiders. He takes a deep breath before he walks over to the others. Is that guy japanese? He wears the same kind of weird clothing like Karo's grandfather. "Hey, you two!" he calls out as he gets closer, careful not to get too close to the girl. When they doesn't take any notice of him his eye starts to twitch. How dare they ignore him! He opens his mouth to yell at them when he hears the young man talk.

Who is there?

Karo's eyes follows the young man's and he quickly freezes when he sees the two people behind the gravestone not that far away. How can that guy not see them? Well, it seems like those two over their can see us atleast. Could they be the one's he felt looking at him before? "You guys..." he says without taking his eyes of the watchers. "Are those two friends of yours...? Cause they look kinda... Weird..."

Weird indeed. It's both dark and foggy so he can't see clearly but it looks like a man and a woman. And could it be that the man has blue hair...? He tries to get a better look but no, it's impossible to know for sure. But there is something blue over there! And why do they look that much? Have they never seen other people before or what? He quietly shakes his head and mumble to himself "Great, just great... A weird graveyard, two girls, killer spiders and darkness... Hell, I haven't even ended up in weird places like this when I've drank too much!" No, he really needs a smoke if this shit plans on going on. He searches his pockets and takes out a cigarette and a lighter. He quickly lights it and drew the smoke down his lungs.

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Leon Meyer






"It would seem so. Yes, we're from the same time. And yes, none of them dress quite so well as I do." Leon said, with a hint of pride in his voice. "And as for the one with purple hair, I'd say he dyed it. I dyed mine shortly before I died. I had lost a bet. And... infuriatingly enough, it seems to have stuck. Whatever they put in those stupid chemicals must last, even in the afterlife."

"But, listen, listen! Hair dyes aren't the point. Do you see them? If the living managed to come here... imagine if we could do the same. Return to the earth, even after dying..." Leon muttered, his voice almost too low for Mary Rose to hear. His tone was wistful... and desperate. There was a strong sense of longing in his words. He watched the group like a hawk, absorbing every detail he could.

But then... they took notice of the dead pair. First, it was the man wearing a yukata, who seemed to have heard their voices. Then the purple-haired one, while the girl seemed to take no notice at all. He could hear their shouts that followed soon after.

"Who is there?"

"So much for subtlety and, well, not being seen in general." Leon sighed, standing up. "Looks like we might have a bit of explaining to do, as much as I hate to say it. Though, I'll be honest, how do you explain this place? It's kind of like Limbo, right? I think it's kind of like Limbo." He cast a questioning gaze towards Mary Rose, giving a small shrug. He was new here, after all. Maybe she knew more about the place. All he knew is that nightmares roamed around and he didn't want to see a nightmare up close.

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Mary Rose Carew



"It would seem so. Yes, we're from the same time. And yes, none of them dress quite so well as I do. And as for the one with purple hair, I'd say he dyed it. I dyed mine shortly before I died. I had lost a bet. And... infuriatingly enough, it seems to have stuck. Whatever they put in those stupid chemicals must last, even in the afterlife."

Mary Rose gave him a confused look, dyed? Like how you dye clothes? While furrowing her forehead she tried to put the pieces together. It was strange, really strange. No one tried to dye their hair when she was alive, she didn’t think anyone had ever thought about it either. What a strange place the future seemed to be.

"But, listen, listen! Hair dyes aren't the point. Do you see them? If the living managed to come here... imagine if we could do the same. Return to the earth, even after dying..."

When he said that she got a sad look in her eyes, no not sad it was a look of pity for him. That poor little thing didn’t know anything. It was probably for the best if she doesn’t mention it right now either, he would just
 fall to pieces like the rest of them. Just like her. But maybe the outcome would make him satisfied, if they succeeded, she would be more than satisfied by that.

“Who is there?”

Mary Rose turned her gaze towards the living again. Oh, looks like they noticed. But shouting wasn’t a good choice. If one of them was around, it would have noticed. Too bad. Maybe they will fail again. Like the last time she had her chance. Poor humans, it was a nasty scene. She would prefer not to see it again.

I want to see it again, it was beautiful. So nice, that Nightmare really knew what she was doing. Hey, do you think we would meet her again?

“I would prefer not to Katarina, it is not that nice to get attacked by hundreds of snakes.”

Well, if you lend me your body you wouldn’t need to feel it anyway. Good right?

Mary Rose snorted, there was no meaning in answering that. Katarina was just being silly like always.

"So much for subtlety and, well, not being seen in general. Looks like we might have a bit of explaining to do, as much as I hate to say it. Though, I'll be honest, how do you explain this place? It's kind of like Limbo, right? I think it's kind of like Limbo."

“Well Limbo is a good way to describe it, even if it is not really the right way”, Mary Rose got quiet and started to think, how to explain it without destroying him. “This is where you get after dying and before you pass on. It is the
 how did he explain it? Oh yes right, it is the dimension who keeps the living world and the afterlife combined. It is here you have to expiate your sins before getting to heaven. If heaven does exist.”

Maybe she had said too much, well it was better to explain it to him anyway otherwise he would become mad later when finding out. Maybe she should let him take in the information, he was new after all. And if he didn’t know that he probably hadn’t talked to anyone. Well there was people who didn’t know that even after being here for a long time. Most of them became Nightmares in the end, that’s why there are so many. When she thought about it, there wasn’t so many when she came here. Well if it wasn’t for that old soldier she wouldn’t know this either. Shortly after their loss he also became a Nightmare, it was sad. But he had been here for maybe as long as she had been now? Oh that is bad


Katarina smiled big, showing of her teeth’s again and so Mary Rose slowly started to walk towards the living. It was probably for the best if she explained it, or maybe not explained it
 But she did know towards which direction they needed to go. But it would have been better if it was Leon who had approached them first, he didn’t look that
 dead as her sadly. Uncertain she placed a hand over her wound, trying to hide what was underneath. It would not be good if one of them screamed again.

When standing closer to them but still so far away that the fog made her unclear – it was for the best, they didn’t need to see her right now – she curtsied humbly. “My name is Mary Rose Carew, you seem lost and I know the way back to where you belong. It is better to start moving. You made to much noise and
 things are going to come soon. I will explain further while we are moving.”

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'Bloody' Mary


As the warning of "You made too much noise and
 things are going to come soon. I will explain further while we are moving" came from the dainty mouth of Mary Rose, a chorus of harsh laughter echoed throughout the surrounding trees, even worse as it did not even come from a human throat. Vague avian-like shapes formed in the shrouded branches as a faint wind rattled the branches giving the strangers a glance of what exactly surrounded them. Ebony feathered ravens with cut throats shifted their feathers as they gave an encore of calls, while one raven in particularly stunning feature of blood red eyes, in comparison to the black beady ones of its fellows. Even more odd was around its weeping throat was that of make-up case, its mirror being dyed in blood. Its pointy beak opened its maw as a distinctly female voice came from it "Still trying to guide lost lambs..hoping to find your one true pet? I would have thought you would have learned by now little Lamb" . Within seconds it seemed like a torrent of ravens swept over the heads of the visitors as a singular entity, as the crimson-eyed raven dropped open make-up case on the ground in-between the visitors and the dead as the unkindness swarmed around it before vanishing one by one into the small mirror in moments. Until all that remained was that small make-up mirror at least for a moment as one single pale digit emerged followed by the rest of the hand as the Nightmare known as 'Bloody' Mary emerged from the mirror and picked up the case, pouting slightly as she checked her reflection by snapping it shut with her fingers.

A faint smirk appeared on her face as she mockingly wiggled her fingers in the lovely Lamb's direction before pivoting in the direction of the newcomers purring in a silk voice "I am one thing our darling little lamb spoke of. If I may introduce myself..you have heard of my legend as I am truly one thing to be feared or revered depending on how much you put your stock in luck. You may call me Mary..care to guess my legend. If you get it right maybe I will give you a head start..I will give you hint..reflections.." The fog had lessened around her elegantly gowned form as beads of crimson seeped from the wound in her neck. The wound itself was merely a line as it seemed to stitched neatly at least for now. Cold eyes looked from human to human as her smirk grew larger as she felt a chill of anticipation run up her spine at the thought of beginning another chase, "Get it right and I will give you a boon of my favor..tipping luck in your favor possibly...indulge a beautiful woman won't you gentlemen?" .

Her eyes blinked almost owlishly as she took in the eccentric features of the visitors ranging from the man in the dress-like clothing, a clearly angry young girl to the smoking purple haired boy. ~What an odd group of humans we have here..~ Mary pondered as she awaited their answers. Deciding the morals were of little danger to her own person, she turned her attention to the Lamb and one of the newer permanent residents who was of little interest to her. Yet Lamb was one who deserved pity as she had watched from afar a few times as the girl battled between her two selves..it almost moved her own long-since dead heart..if it only were not so pathetic. Waggling a finger at the Lamb she tutted "Now don't go ruining my fun, little Lamb and give away my game." Her tone was condescending as if she were speaking to a child rather than a perfectly able woman. Although in her eyes, anyone not a Nightmare was exactly that..a whimpering child too afraid to just embrace the darkness that was now their life.

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This was getting absurd. The longer this went on, the more sure Amelia became. That she was in a nightmare, or a dream - whichever! And none of this would harm her. But, looking between the two women who arrived, she was becoming less and less sure that she was safe. Whatever was going on... it wasn't normal. It wasn't natural.

The first one, a young-looking girl, with beautiful, silvery blonde hair, and an old-fashioned dress. She spoke posh, and acted posh, almost like a noble girl of old. She gave off an eerie vibe, and didn't really seem to be all there. But she seemed harmless, at least. Her lilting voice and charming looks giving her a child-like demeanor.

But, the other. Amelia was not frightened by much, but she felt a chill run through her spine as their gazes met. This woman had arrived like Dracula, but with a flurry of flying crows, instead of bats. And she herself had an identical injury to them all, a festering, horrific wound in her throat. Every cruel word this woman spoke caused it to bleed. And that smile she wore, was far from friendly or kind. It was predatory. Murderous. She called them all lambs, as if she were a wolf for the slaughter.

This was what that girl meant. Is this what they had attracted? It was absurd and horrific at the same time. Amelia didn't know whether to laugh at the impossibility of the situation, or to run as fast as she could.

"You may call me Mary..."

"Care to guess my legend."


By this point, Amelia was backpedaling, looking at this 'Mary' with wide eyes. What did she mean, by legend? And honestly, did it matter? This woman had seemingly popped out of a mirror. As soon as that posh girl approached from the fog was the moment sense and rationality took a nosedive from the window.

"I will give you a hint... reflections." This clue really almost made it too easy.

Amelia's gaze fluttered from Mary, to that mirror that she held in hand. The one the woman had popped out from. Was this woman really suggesting...? And even if she were, would the two men with Amelia even know? They seemed foreign, this particular legend was a western thing, as far as she knew.

"Bloody Mary?" Amelia said, her stride stopping just short of the two men behind her. "You're saying that you're Bloody Mary? Are you serious?" The thing that scared Amelia the most, is not the claim, nor the legend of Mary herself. It's the fact that... she almost believed it. She almost believed this nonsense. The confusion and trepidation was clear, both in her tone, and expression.

She didn't want it to be real. She knew it shouldn't be real. But, this felt very, very real. And that scared her.

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Confused seeing his knot didn't properly work, he lifted his gaze to the girl; facing her anger filled face that demanded him to let go. Quickly, Hana made a distance between them, picking up the piece of cloth he just ripped with him after she tossed it away and watched Amelia with big eyes as she roughly mouthed Hana as if he just had made the biggest mistake in his whole short life. Was he an idiot? He couldn't really deny that. Yet he had difficulties understanding what exactly he did, that made her assume he was one. "Are you an idiot!? It's a gimped leg! There's nothing you can do for it! And I swear to god, if you go and start touching me up again - ESPECIALLY my leg..." Gimped... is it? After awhile, sitting on the ground utterly confused he blinked. Perhaps he was an idiot, not recognizing the difference between an injured and a gimped leg, but still it was difficult to see, also because of Hana's poor sight and the fog that began to get thicker and thicker every minute, as if wanting to intimidate and corner the three individuals there.

"I-- I am sorry..." Hana stammered, more surprised-scared than really sorry. He could not really help it, as of course he made a mistake and assumed she was injured from the fall seeing her movements; however what he still did not really get was the simple fact why she was bursting with such anger, as if Hana had just punched her or something. He remembered he did something similar in the past, wanting to treat a scar thinking it was an injury, but that woman just laughed amusingly. But Amelia...? The more he thought, the more it made no sense for him therefore he stopped. He was not the thinking type of guy anyways, it won't do any good. It is why he apologized one more time as he slowly stood up whilst doing a polite bow as in japan usual. "I apologize one more time if I have offended you in any way. I will not touch you again, I promise." With that been said with deep concern, even displayed on his face, he slowly lifted his head back up and searched for her gaze. However, he didn't catch it, seeing it was settled on something else...

Following the gaze, Hana narrowed his eyes to see clearer. The young purple haired man indicated towards two figures, for Hana blurry and unclear but enough, to see a blonde and a blue haired in the distance, probably facing them. It was an... how can one say?... odd feeling on the tongue catching their sight. It was as if he got goose bumps, but on another thought, it was only unusual; frighten unusual. Was this really a start of the nightmare? “This is where you get after dying and before you pass on. It is the
 how did he explain it? Oh yes right, it is the dimension who keeps the living world and the afterlife combined. It is here you have to expiate your sins before getting to heaven. If heaven does exist.” The woman voice was heard, faintly, but enough for Hana to listen to. Nothing which means he understood the content though. Was he perhaps-- dead? No way, he didn't feel dead the slightest, actually he weirdly felt very alive! His hand slowly went up to his chest. Poundings. Thank God, his heart was pounding, he was alive!

The smell of smoke was distracting him, therefore he had to gaze sharply in the direction of the purple haired. He loathed the smoke of cigarettes. What was that kid thinking? Smoking in his age, did he want to ruin his body? As he wanted to step up to him, eventually get rid of the cigarette he was currently using, faint steps were heard afar and the blonde haired reduced the distance between them, yet didn't come so close that Hana could have a clear look at her face. However enough, to let Hana assume it was a woman. Was she the one talking just now? Whilst doing a polite gesture, letting Hana assume she was some kind of nobility or from a rich house, his question answered itself, as the same woman voice sounded out of her mouth: “My name is Mary Rose Carew, you seem lost and I know the way back to where you belong. It is better to start moving. You made to much noise and
 things are going to come soon. I will explain further while we are moving.”

Mary Rose Carew... what a beautiful name. Hana always liked European names thus failed to understand he made a mistake by shouting just now. However, how could he know that...? All of a sudden, an ear-piercing laugh went through the air, made Hana to look around furiously. It was different than any other, made him cringe and step backward, to finally feel secure having the tree behind him. Suddenly a swarm of ravens appeared in their middle, croaking and flying in various of direction before settling on one spot. Not long afterward, they flew away with not less noise and revealed... it. Clueless, Hana stared at the creature as if hypnotized, did not really had an idea what exactly was, that appeared in front of him. What exactly happened just now?

As the creature spoke, with such rough womanly voice, Hana felt wobbly on both of his legs; it was so frightening real it scared him. Was this really a dream? Hana had to settle with a denial; no it wasn't. It was real and he was caught in the middle of it, whatever this might be. To the game, she referred to them answering her question, right? Hana assumed so, did not have any idea what she meant though. Then Amelia raised her voice and answered nothing Hana was able to bring; or nothing he would now so to speak. Then, the purple haired kid joined in "Geez... Does all of you girls have a screw loose or what? No offense to you blondie, you seem better than those two nut jobs!" As he casually blew out smoke into the girls' directions, Hana could only frown, slightly irritated. "Little girl, you voice is giving me a headache so just... Be quiet, will ya? What's a bloody Mary? Isn't that a drink?" Honest, Hana did not comprehend this youngling. Actually he never met anyone similar to this kid, hiis behaviour was just too unbelievable. Hana was sure that he was under-aged, and he was also positive that the "little" woman, Amelia, was older than him by few years. So how can he be so improper? Regardless of this almost ridiculous situation, Hana still put respect, politeness and correct behaviour highly. Plus smoking in front of other people;; that especially was a behaviour Hana refused to accept.

Few steps were enough to reach the purple haired teen as Hana suddenly with quick movements of his hands snatched the cigarette out of his mouth, practically destroyed it only remaining small little pieces and threw them to the ground. “I beg your pardon, but I do not assume you're old enough yet to be consuming cigarettes. Furthermore it is irresponsible to smoke whilst in presence of other individuals.” Softly, the words escaped from his mouth which formed a formal smile, as he faced the creature once more in new founded courage. Although he felt so small, so weak and in comparison practically nothing; he withstood her- or rather its- gaze bravely.

"Nice to meet you, Mary Rose. Nice to meet you, Mary. My name is Hanataro Iku, or simply Hana." An introduction he made was in his way of thinking the likely to be said in such situations, where regardless of what happened afterward, two individuals had introduced themselves while he had not. It was only proper to name is name, right? "Are you two possibly... related?" Simply assuming with the same name that they're related was pretty typical for Hana; in fact, it was so stupid that others may disregard his question and move on, ignoring him. Yet he was curious.

"And is Amelia, right? Are you.. Bloody Mary?" Was it a clever thing to be honest, and tell her- or rather it- that he did not know the legend she mentioned? Even Hana was enough intelligent to know that and silenced himself after the few sentences he spoke.

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Karo Shirakawa




The shock from the man grabbing his cigarette and completely destroying it made Karo freeze.

“I beg your pardon, but I do not assume you're old enough yet to be consuming cigarettes. Furthermore it is irresponsible to smoke whilst in presence of other individuals.”

Not old enough? Who the hell does this guy think he is?! "What the fuck do you think you're doing?! I don't have more than two packs with me so don't waste them! And what's it to you if I'm not old enough? You a cop or what?" His voice got more and more angry and he clenched his hand. He admits that patience and understanding isn't one the things he'd write on his resume but that guy is clearly picking a fight, right? He's atleast acting very unpolite.

To avoid getting physical with the other guy, he turned his attention to the kind of weird looking women and the blue haired man...? Well, the person behind them. Should he introduce himself? The others seems to have done that... He pulls his hand through his hair and smirks. "I'm Karo Shirakawa." There, now it's done.

He takes out another cigarette and lights it, careful not to let the other man ruin that one too. After making sure his hair was in order he looks at the woman in black but quickly moves on to the one named Mary Rose. The woman in black just looked downright creepy and he'd rather not lay his eyes on her ever again. But the blonde one... There were something fascinating about her. His eyes carefully looked at every inch of her, as much as could with the fog in the way. She doesn't look old but certainly looks like she's from somewhere old. Dirty but still pure. But everything about her screamed that she was used to sitting pretty every day but at the same time she kinda reminded him of his mother. A woman that fights to stay alive.

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Leon Meyer






Oh god no.

Leon sprung up, circling around the graveyard, loosening his tie. Where one Nightmare appears, more would surely follow. And just one nightmare was enough to kill all three of the humans, even with both him and Mary Rose present.

He couldn't let that happen. These humans were the first lead in a long time. The only actual chance that he might get to go home, and leave this god forsaken madhouse of terrors. They cannot die. He would not let them. And he definitely would not let a Nightmare touch them.

The three humans were reacting just as expected, with mixed degrees of shock and fear. But they didn't even know what a Nightmare was. They didn't know what it could do. If they did, they would have started running already. Though they wouldn't get far. And if they knew what a Nightmare was capable of, they'd stop their petty squabbling over cigarettes and etiquette. If only they even had an idea of how precious their own lives were. And how foolish it is to risk them by continuing to stay. Humans are all fools.

He approached Mary Rose, placing a hand on her shoulder, and bending to whisper in her ear.

"You need to leave. Get them all away."

He wrapped his tie around his right hand - a makeshift hand wrap, so as to not injure his knuckles. Although it's not like he'd even land a punch on the Nightmare anyway. He started to edge to the side, angling to walk behind the Nightmare. He knew that she'd likely notice, especially with his jury-rigged 'preparation'. So hopefully, she'll take enough notice to turn her back on the humans, and focus on him. Maybe it would give Mary Rose the window she'd need.

He didn't call out. He didn't do anything but slowly, and less-than-subtly try and move behind her. An action that would scream louder than any word. Garner more attention than any spoken challenge. His steps were sure, his hands were steady, but his eyes conveyed the hesitation and fear that he felt. For this could go wrong very, very quickly.

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Voices. Unknown voices.

Screams. Unknown screams.

Scent. Unknown scent.

Fantastic.

Clown-ish sat up from his position, listening. Thus did not fail to perceive every foreign fragrance that gradually formed a presence within the dark realm. His golden orbs seemed restless, continuously searching for the exact position. Where? Where was it? From nothing, a grin formed itself on his pale face, showing off sharp animalistic teeth shining white into the darkness. He found them. Them whose smell he truly adored to the point he wants to crush them into tiny little pieces.

In the dark of darkness, his essence split; formed another, a doppelganger, which did not distinguish itself from him other than its cloth he wore and the colour of its hair; because the original is unmistakable, unique and an individual. Clown-ish then sent his doppelganger away for Clown-ish to play as observer. Clown-ish himself leaned back and closed his eyes, watched every step his doppelganger made.

Ravens in the sky as he came closer revealed the presence of his kind; the Bloody Mary, if he had to bet. A woman he found extremely amusing, but never had a chance to have a chat with. It was a great shame, as many refused to have a nice talk with him; they tend to attack like a threatened animal once he neared them. Yes, it was such a pity. How wonderful it would be to get to know, only to make it more interesting. Dramas were always one weakness of his, so entertaining; as betrayal is sweet and tears even more so.

At his arrival he vanished into thin air, watching the scene without lifting a finger. The blondie and the blue haired he recognized, seen them around but never they piqued his interest as they do now. Bloody Mary in their centre as always covered in black standing elegantly and fearsome; pretty much Clown-ish type of woman, very sexy. Eventually his golden frightful orbs settled on the three unknown individuals. The scent that although was perceived as unknown, he despised very much. Was it real, what he saw?

.. Humans? Living humans whose flesh was still fresh and young and delicious? Having hearts which pounded in time? Those selfish and vicious creatures that formed his essence? Non-involved, but still with enthusiasm and piqued interest, he watched how those dealt with the threat which was no one other than Bloody Mary and listened to every word, even chuckled realizing they started some kind of introduction round. How oddly interesting, it would be a pity to kill them just like that. Yes, such pity.

Suddenly, the blue haired sneaked up to Bloody Mary with an obvious suspicious stance that seemed to scream for a surprise attack. However, he needed an oddly long time for preparation and it felt very off; therefore betraying his intent to act as distraction. Such act of bravery, wanting to protect; Clown-ish eyes sparkled of amusement. That was it! The drama he urged for! It was so perfect, so beautiful; sadly very predictable. Getting a nightmare like that won't do; the blue haired dead one will be killed in that instant.

He won't let such drama end just like that, however. Clown-ish gradually created the illusion he had prepared since minutes ago. A manipulation that caused a thunderstorm wherein lightening crashed down, came dancing from the black clouds overhead. Letting trees and countless of trees ignite to form a grand heat that came closer... and closer... an illusion which heat was not some joke. It felt real; and from warm it quickly changed to torridly hot. Perceived by all possible senses it really seemed unfeigned and shifted the threatening silence in the very second the illusion succeeded. It was like a preparation, a foretaste for Clown-ish to bestow them his presence. As per the tempest appeared from nothing, Clown-ish popped up, resting his arm on the blue haired shoulders and giggled to him with a broad grin and frightful golden eyes. 'A wonderful day to have a chat, I presume?' Suddenly a voice went through every individual present. Telepathy was, that he used, while he continued to sound a creepy giggle.

As sudden as he appeared, he vanished once again only to pop up beside the three humans to bow down to them in a showy way and eventually to the others. His hat whilst he removed of course like a gentleman, with the difference that he slightly tilted his head to the side, having a wide grin on and started again, to giggle. 'Delighted to make your acquaintance, Clown-ish is the name.' He introduced himself through telepathy once again. With a slight wink he glanced to Bloody Mary with his ever-cheerful demeanour, wide-eyed like always revealing the full glory of his golden orbs. After seconds he appeared slightly to hover in the air, as he lifted his cane. Pointing to the direction where the fire creeped closer than ever to the bunch. 'Shall we play my game, for a change?' With the background music to be thunder and lightening, and the fire heating up the scene plus the wind that seemed to carry the heat closer to them; what perfect setting. Clown-ish giggled. It definitely was one sweet welcoming drama.

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Mary Rose Carew



Katarina was ecstatic when the ravens started to fly around while Mary Rose started to panic, the only thought she had on her mind was how painful this would get. Shivering she shrank down into something even more pitiful, all she begged for was to not get hurt. The wounds began to hurt at the thought of pain, she just wanted to run away.

As she thought it was Bloody Mary who revealed herself and started talking, and what she heard was not scaring her at all actually. It made her twitch, Katarina laughed happily as she came closer.

Do you hear what she says? Do you hear what kind of voice she uses? She talks down to you, she acts like she is greater than you. That lowlife thinks she is something. She acts like she is older than you. But you know how pitiful she was before she turned out like this, right? So how dare she talk to you like that
 Doesn’t it make you angry?

Mary Rose’s eyes got bigger as the twitching got worse, “It does.” Katarina started to dissolve as the anger grew, while Mary Rose clenched her hands and grinded her teeth’s. Losing control. Just as she was going to charge forward Leon was beside her, putting a hand on her shoulder making her snap back to reality – or her kind of reality. She stared down at the hand, how dare he touch her? You can’t just walk around and touch people however you like! He was not of her status so he should definitely not touch her.

“You need to leave. Get them all away.”

The humans? Oh, Bloody Mary
 He doesn’t want them to die. How ridiculous, do he think he can do anything? Well as long as it’s not her who gets attacked she can go along with it. She followed Leon with her eyes as he tried to get Bloody Mary’s attention when suddenly, she wasn’t the only nightmare around.

Mary Rose looked around her confused by what she saw, she hasn’t seen this before. Was it a new nightmare? Or just a nightmare she hadn’t seen yet? Strange
 She should know everyone around here, or everyone who was still active, some had stopped and just laid around waiting for their deaths. It was a funny, nightmares who thought they would die by time. Katarina who was clearly visible again and irritated, hissed towards Leon for destroying everything didn’t seem to notice anything.

“Katarina, look
” Startled Katarina turned her gaze towards Mary Rose and right after she seemed to notice the surroundings.

Who?

Mary Rose didn’t have time to answer because what seemed to be the cause of what has just occurring suddenly stood beside Leon. Both Mary Rose and Katarina were startled by that, well more startled by the fact that neither of them knew who it was. Somewhat he looked scarier than Bloody Mary since his appearance was
 disturbing. Well disturbing for Mary Rose. What was that?

A wonderful day to have a chat, I presume?

Mary Rose’s eyes grew bigger, that was not Katarina’s voice
 Why did she hear another voice? She started pressing her fingers against the skull while thinking over and over again “Get out”. For each time more desperately as the twitching started again. Was it getting worse? Was the end near? She didn’t even notice what the others did, she was to panicked by the voice.

Delighted to make your acquaintance, Clown-ish is the name. Shall we play my game, for a change?

Clown-ish? Oh! Was it him? Once again while the pupils got smaller she looked at the new face, was that Clown-ish? It wasn’t something in her head? She didn’t get worse? Katarina laughed slightly and tapped her on the shoulder.

I think you are getting worse by the minute.

Turning her head in an angel who shouldn’t be possible for a living person she stared at Katarina as she dissolved. The twitching got worse again as Mary Rose pressed her nails against the skull, she must keep it together. “Oh no
 Oh no
 Oh n-“ The icing laugh crawled out of the mouth, quietly at the beginning but grew higher and higher. “How pathetic you look, should this be scary?”

Emerging from the comfort behind the fog Katarina stepped before the other with a hideous grin as the body still twitched like it was possessed. Which it was to some point. Leaning forward with wide-open eyes she studied the two nightmares and smiled even bigger as she looked at Bloody Mary. “Don’t you dare talk down to me you lowlife. I am older than you are. I remember when you came here and how pathetic you were trying to vengeance your death. Is that what you do now? I don’t think so.”

She looked at the new one, “And you. I haven’t even seen you. Are you new? Because it looks like that.” She laughed. “And you are supposed to be a nightmare? What a joke.”

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Karo Shirakawa




He was still watching the blonde woman, not taking any notice about the scared man with blue hair. This woman... Even though she did look quite unpleasant with her body twitching and that mad grin, she still had an aura around her body, a quite nice one too. It made him want to keep watching her for all eternity. As long as she keeps her distance.

His thoughts was quickly disrupted by the young girl pulling him down on the ground.

"We need to go, and we need to go quietly. This... is not going to get any better."

He quickly pulled his arm away from her and was just about to scream at her for touching him when he saw how truly terrified she was. His eyes went to the man with blue hair and he could see how scared he was too. Was the old man scared as well? He couldn't see but he knew that if his mind hadn't been wrapped around blondie this whole time, he would've been scared too. And he should be scared. Not only because there was a girl, inches away from him, but also because the golden eyed man and the woman in black were truly dangerous and their little 'game' would undoubtely end in the death of everyone participating. And the young girl seems to have understood that so the best option is probably to listen to her. He takes a deep breath before whispering to her with a deep blush. Yeah, he's not that good at talking to girls... "W-Where s-should we go then...?" He swallows before continuing. "A-And how do we get away without them noticing...?" He nods towards the woman in black and the man with golden eyes. "They'll kill us if they see us trying to get away, or atleast torture us and have some fun..."