OPEN SEASON 2.

[crawly]

1. pick a character.

☛ optional.
☛ character list here.
☛ full list.
☛ specify in the subject line if you want one character in particular.

2. provide a prompt.

☛ image, words, music, whatever you want.
☛ i like to think at least one of my three tumblrs has something interesting. (be warned that all three blogs contain nsfw material, including porn.)

3. gotta go fast.

☛ not actually. this is a permanently open post! tag at your own speed.

previous post here.

Comments

[textualhealing]

You don't know that.

[canicide]

[ The hallway inclines downward slightly but noticeably as they're continuing down it. Heine stops walking as soon as there's the slightest judder, eyes narrowing. ]

Yeah.

[ Something's wrong. Heine turns around. There's no one behind them, but from further down the hallway there's the approaching sound of running footsteps, distanced by a door or wall—but they're coming. ]

...let's go. They shouldn't be hostile yet, but— [ He frowns. He'd still rather not be here when they arrive. ]

[canicide]

how the fuck are you not gonign to get cirrosis, it's not like u can develop a tolerance

[textualhealing]

You know how in zombie movies there's always that one person who's immune to the virus? I'm like that but with alcohol.

[canicide]

if you were immune to alcohol you wouldnt get drunka nd try to have a 3some

[textualhealing]

I don't need to be drunk to have a 3some.

[canicide]

someone has to b drunk to have a 3some w/ you

[textualhealing]

Hardefuckinghar. Not true. I'm ridiculously good looking.

[canicide]

I

I'm sorry what was that
couldn't yhear you over the sound of how wrong ou are

[textualhealing]

You're just jealous.

[canicide]

jealous of what

[textualhealing]

The fact I haven't gone prematurely gray?

[canicide]

its genetic you asshole

[textualhealing]

All the more reason for you to be jealous.

[canicide]

im not jealous of ur receding hairline tho

[textualhealing]

I don't have a receding hairline!
It's a widows peak at most.

[embellishing]

[So much for everything going according to plan. As far as Eames could tell, their entry had been pretty unremarkable, and they hadn't done anything to the dreamscape to warrant detection already. Did this teacher have experience with shared dreaming?

He resisted the urge to sigh, already starting into a jog.]

Let's get this done quickly then, shall we?

[It makes him wary that the hallway was sloping downwards.]

Remind me, was this in the design?

[He was almost positive it hadn't been, but maybe their cunning architect had added something to it just in case?]

[canicide]

ur hair is definitely trying to escape your head

[canicide]

[ Heine follows the pace, looking behind them as they head down the slope, which gets steeper and steeper the further they go. ]

...it's not meant to be this steep. She has to have had some kind of preparation, this is—

[ Something catches his eye, and he almost skids to a stop when he sees the next door. ]

In here.

[ Another stairwell, another, darker level. ]

[embellishing]

[Well, so much for this being a simple job. If she had training, it was a question of how much and how lethal she could be. If the projections were seeking them out already and changing the dreamscape, this could get ugly very quickly.]

I haven't heard any bullets so far, so perhaps she's only been trained in detection?

[It seemed ludicrous for a teacher, but it was always the people one would least expect to be great at dream sharing.

He ducked in after Heine, frowning slightly at the dark stairwell, wary. This could be a trap, but if Heine was a traitor, he should be able to incapacitate him.]

How far until we get to the principle's office?

[textualhealing]

It's thick and fullbodied.

[canicide]

The principal's office is in the center of the lowest level.

[ It's an inward-growing spiral, but Heine doesn't clarify that as they enter a deep staircase. The footsteps are coming from above them now. ]

Even if they're not armed, I don't want to deal with any hostile projections. [ He continues down the stairs, taking them two at a time and keeping an eye out for an exit landing. ] ...too bad there's no elevator.

[canicide]

like a dead rat on ur head. a thick, full rat.

[textualhealing]

My hair is nothing like a dead rat. How would you even come up with that comparison.

[embellishing]

[At that tidbit of information, Eames resisted the urge to groan, instead focusing on picking up his steps, tossing a glance at the other man.]

Have you dealt with hostile projections before?

[Not everyone in their business was combat trained and focused, and if worst came to worst, Eames wanted to know what he could reliably expect.

He turned back to glance behind his shoulder, mouth pulling downwards.]

Best not. We barely entered before they were onto us. Something's wrong.

[Had they been expected?]