justwantsafety: (peeking)
Effects: Happiness and contentment. ♥ ...and then it devolves into a whole lot of confusion and doubt.

A darkened room. A view of the ceiling. Light blue paint, and spots of pale yellow, the kind that should glow in the dark, visible near the tiny slivers of the early morning sun barely peeking in over the curtains' tops, a strong yellow that turns the blue into green. The spots are stars, if anyone recognizes the patterns -- the Big Dipper, Draco, Cassiopeia, the Little Dipper with a light bulb where Polaris should be, the fixture taken out and replaced with a smaller dome just for that reason. Around the dreamer, soft sheets. Warmth. Someone else's warmth, and soft skin, a body's welcome weight on the dreamer's arm.

Don't worry, it's G-rated, just cut for length. :) )

Harley pulled the Dreamberry out from under the pillow again, now finally awake. He pushed himself up to sitting, freeing himself of his sheets, his expression somewhere between confused beyond belief and stressed out.

"Abel? Rise?" He looked over to his bedroom door, unaware that the Dreamberry had broadcast anything, not thinking about it yet as he wiped his eyes and made a halfhearted effort to brush his wild orange hair back with a hand before getting up to peek out into the hall. Confirming what house he was in, at least, he went back to the bed to sit down again, not paying any attention to how he rubbed at the faintly-glowing mark on the back of his left hand.

In a whisper to himself, obviously not expecting anyone else to hear him, "What the hell was that?"

((For those curious: the ringtone would be the Rainbow Connection. I could not resist. ♥))
justwantsafety: (drama1)
(((Optional as always) Effects: Mild annoyance, being unimpressed with no real interest, and then he's just squicked and definitelyannoyed.
Notes: It is entirely up to you whether your character sees anything on the laptop screen at all, and to what degree they can make it out, and ditto for the sounds that go with it. (Maybe a viewer can be totally disappointed that they saw/heard nothing but lame music, despite Harley's reaction to it?) The game here is, don't name the thing that squicked Harley. Why? Because one, it's like the Room With A Thing game: you can refer to it all you want, so long as you don't get specifically descriptive enough to narrow it down. And two, I have no idea what it is yet that disturbed him, so I'm just going to leave it open. XD All I know is, it very much isn't "vanilla."

Also, Harley's missing his black Atma mark on the back of his left hand in this dream, and it's in first-person view as always. ♥

Warnings: Mild language. SFW?))

I know silicone when I see it. They're fake. )

*snuffs, peeking up confusedly from his heap of pillows and blankets, not sure what to make of any of that yet.*


*yeah, no comment. So lost here. And so very, very disturbed.*
justwantsafety: (huh?)
((first-person POV again as usual.
Dream effects: If the writing's not clear enough: satisfaction, some fondness toward the girl (she's a friend, maybe more than that) and then great amusement. ♥
For the very observant: In his dream, his left hand is very much missing that atma mark on the back of it. Also, he's not wearing a Junkyard uniform in the dream, but regular jeans and a green tee, like he's been doing in Som for a while now.))

(click HERE for full view on dA ♥ I don't want to break everyone's layout with posting the huge pic here. XD)

Harley pushed the needle through the little doll's wrist again, securing the cloth to the end of the ribbon with another careful, tiny stitch. He pulled the needle through....

Cut only because I can; visible to all )

Harley sighed, the doll's little mitt and the needle hanging down over his shins to the floor as he rubbed his eyes with his hands, trying to clear his head. He glanced at the window -- it was dark out -- and frowned. How long had he been sitting there against the side of his bed, sewing? Clearly long enough for his mind to start playing tricks on him.... ugh.

And then he noticed the Dreamberry sitting on the bed near his head was on and glowing. Yeah, gonna turn that off if no one calls first. ...wait, was it just pinkish for a second there? What.
justwantsafety: (._.)
((Backdated a day or two, I guess? This is repeated all throughout the event; it's what isn't letting him get a good night's rest. Dream effects would include complete and utter mortal terror, and pain, to whatever degree it is your char's getting the dream effects.

After-dream responses: Harley only knows English. And a handful of very, very fail fail!French words. So pretty much, just English. :| ))

Cut for DEMONS KILLING AND EATING HIM. ...not kidding. )

Harley woke with a quiet gasp, fists clutching the bedding as though his life depended on it, knuckles white and Atma mark on the back of his left hand acting up faintly, a soft orange light glowing around the black shape. He was fully under his blankets with the dreamberry, pillow tucked down under the blankets as well, with the dog, Noireau, sleeping fitfully right beside him, and Rise's distinct red hair lying over Noireau's white and black fur, on the other side.

He took a shaky breath, and let go of the sheets with one hand enough to wipe his eyes, not yet noticing that the dim light was coming from the device which had turned on, by the pillows.
justwantsafety: (huh?)
((note: His POV as usual, and dream-effects as usual (if you want them?) which means basically, that feeling of being really focused on whatever task it is, and looking forward to the result... and then, of course, being glad at the end, when it's done. ♥

Tagging Style: either. Posting this in prose because I just feel like it. :3))

Chocolate hearts, chocolate bars, chocolate... KEYBOARDS? )

Harley shook his head, breaking his gaze away from the chocolate heart in its little box, to see what Noireau was up to. The pup was still harassing the bit of plastic, pawing at it and sending it underneath her, only to step back and try again, to the same result as before.

He set the little box back down, and looked down at the shelf just below it, where long bars sat, in goldenrod plastic wrappers, similar to the Butterfinger in the scenes just past. He reached for one of those....
justwantsafety: (ATMA!)
Gray. It was gray before him, to the sides, everywhere was nothing but gray. And green showed down from above, catching on the gray walls and sticking there, cool and blinding.

And then there was red, flung through the air, and red roaring through enormous white teeth, ripping something (someone) gray apart, spilling more red, and yellow behind it, and white, all of them grabbing the other gray ones, the smaller ones, the human shapes which were darkening as glowing purple lines crawled across them, and spilling more red, making it all disappear.

He nearly stumbled (Had he been running? Yes, yes he had-- He had to have been running--) but caught himself on the wall before he fell, and kept going through the gray halls, turning a corner and landing hard against another gray thing, a recessed section, a door that

have to get away from them, oh dear god don't let them catch me please don't let them eat me too

didn't want to open right away. He tried prying it open, only for his hand to catch on a device of some sort, something hard and smooth, a panel with a thin hole (slot) in it. And it seemed something was in his other hand, his left hand (the hand that was now covered in golden, glowing lines) a hard and smooth and small and flat thing which was supposed to go into the panel. He risked a glance behind him, the red splattering down the hall, the tangle of colors as they drew ever so swiftly nearer, casting dark shadows through the hall, blocking the green lighting above, concealing what they were doing with those they grabbed, now charcoal with glowing lines of different colors, making them disappear into their massive mouths, human screams mingling with bloodthirsty, inhuman sounds that made his blood run cold. Sharp white teeth were one of the few details to be seen among the carnage behind him, and he turned back to the panel just as he somehow managed to fit the card inside, quickly prying the door open, that it might let him in sooner than it would on its own, and as he tried to shove through the widening passageway, he risked another glance behind him.

They were already upon him, and black obscured his view (there was a black one, wasn't there? there had to be) its gaping maw filled with a starburst of white, rows of gleaming teeth filling his vision as it crashed against him, knocking him backwards into the room, and as he drew a breath to scream, he fell--

The Dreamberry hit against the side of the nightstand and clattered to the floor, resting just before a lump in a pile of green blankets did likewise. It was quickly followed by Noireau, the growing-ever-bigger malamute puppy, who apparently just could not wait to play with Harley that morning, and had shoved him out of bed in her efforts to wake him up. Never mind that the lump in the blankets which was, presumably, the Vanguards leader, seemed to be fairly hopelessly tangled now while she stepped on him and nudged at him, and he made muffled sounds of protest back. She was going to play, and that was that.

And then she stepped on the Dreamberry, cutting the feed.

((let's just presume that when the calls happen, it'll be a while later, when the dog's not trying to wrestle with him from outside the blanket, and stepping on his Dreamberry.

Also, he is an itty lil shetland pony now. Because that door lock he dreamed he put a keycard into? That was actually his Dreamberry and the "turn into an animal" card. XD))
justwantsafety: (._.)
((ooc: through his eyes as usual. Because. And totally unfiltered as always~ ♥ ))

Cut for no better reason than because I can! )
justwantsafety: (being serious)
((OOC note: it's all from his point of view, so there's not a lot of Harley himself to be seen. Picture this as being some sort of FPS game or something, and you get the idea -- hands, business end of the weapon, and whatever else happens to come into view will be described. ♥))

Unfiltered, just cut for length, even though it's not really terribly long. )

Harley stretched out where he'd been curled up under the blankets, bright orange hair more of a mess than it usually was. What started off as a warm smile faded to a confused look as he realized.... he wasn't actually sure what the heck that was about.

After rubbing his eyes and sitting up a bit more -- looks like he's taken off his gray uniform, leaving him in just in his black undershirt and shorts, to sleep -- he finally finds that the little Dreamberry's on, and reaches over to kill its connection.
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