Room 507, late evening
Feb. 28th, 2006 03:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nadiathesaintThe walk from the third floor common room to her dorm room on the fifth floor took approximately seven years, and involved a lot of thrilling adventures, new found friends and enemies, talking animals, fantastic creatures, literary allusions, metaphors for common place rites of passage, and three comings of age.
Well, no, actually it took approximately five minutes and involved a lot of leaning against the wall and limping. But it sounds much more exciting the other way.
Whatever it involved, it did, eventually, come to an end as Nadia flopped over onto her bed and went to sleep. And dreamed.
The kind-faced man was tightening the leather strap on her wrist when she woke up. He smiled at her and told her she was important; that she would change the world. She just had to do this first.
"Stop," she said.
"You'll understand soon," he said, and pulled out a hypodermic needle filled with green fluid. She tugged at her bonds and tried to get away, but they wouldn't give and someone was holding her down. She turned. . . .
It was Sydney. She was bleeding and glaring at Nadia. "This was your fault. Why didn't you just tell me?"
"Tell you what?" Nadia shook her head. "I don't know what you're talking about!"
"She's lying," Pippi said. The kind-faced man agreed. "She does that a lot."
"Pippi," Nadia called. "Help me!"
"She can't do that," Walter said. He and Pippi were wearing each other's clothes. "None of us can."
"Can you cure her?" asked Marty around his pipe. He had a familial arm over Veronica's shoulder. Veronica was wearing pearls.
"We can make her better," said Sydney. "If she just stops lying."
"I'm not lying!" Nadia struggled harder, catching sight of someone red and black behind her crowding friends. "Madre del Dios,"
"Not going to help you, brat," Walter said sadly. Pippi nodded. The kind-faced man approached with the needle.
"Нет!" Nadia shouted. "Остановите его! Я не делаю --"
Someone licked her nose.
She woke up screaming, gasping for breath, and clutching Furrball in the air in front of her.
Furrball licked her nose again. "Mew."
She lay back down with a groan. She had to talk to someone about these dreams.
[ooc: yes. I do have too much fun with dream imagery. What of it? If anyone has a burning desire to talk to Nadia, they are welcome to do so here.]
Well, no, actually it took approximately five minutes and involved a lot of leaning against the wall and limping. But it sounds much more exciting the other way.
Whatever it involved, it did, eventually, come to an end as Nadia flopped over onto her bed and went to sleep. And dreamed.
The kind-faced man was tightening the leather strap on her wrist when she woke up. He smiled at her and told her she was important; that she would change the world. She just had to do this first.
"Stop," she said.
"You'll understand soon," he said, and pulled out a hypodermic needle filled with green fluid. She tugged at her bonds and tried to get away, but they wouldn't give and someone was holding her down. She turned. . . .
It was Sydney. She was bleeding and glaring at Nadia. "This was your fault. Why didn't you just tell me?"
"Tell you what?" Nadia shook her head. "I don't know what you're talking about!"
"She's lying," Pippi said. The kind-faced man agreed. "She does that a lot."
"Pippi," Nadia called. "Help me!"
"She can't do that," Walter said. He and Pippi were wearing each other's clothes. "None of us can."
"Can you cure her?" asked Marty around his pipe. He had a familial arm over Veronica's shoulder. Veronica was wearing pearls.
"We can make her better," said Sydney. "If she just stops lying."
"I'm not lying!" Nadia struggled harder, catching sight of someone red and black behind her crowding friends. "Madre del Dios,"
"Not going to help you, brat," Walter said sadly. Pippi nodded. The kind-faced man approached with the needle.
"Нет!" Nadia shouted. "Остановите его! Я не делаю --"
Someone licked her nose.
She woke up screaming, gasping for breath, and clutching Furrball in the air in front of her.
Furrball licked her nose again. "Mew."
She lay back down with a groan. She had to talk to someone about these dreams.
[ooc: yes. I do have too much fun with dream imagery. What of it? If anyone has a burning desire to talk to Nadia, they are welcome to do so here.]
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Walter doesn't dig crossdressing (http://pics.livejournal.com/walter_n_wires/pic/000egsrh)
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