don't tell me heaven is a place on earth -open-

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Zoe was stressed and somewhat panicked after that dream.  More like a nightmare.  Right now, all she wanted to do was get some fresh air. Maybe it'd help her calm down a bit.  The temperature was mild and pleasant--not too hot, and not too cold, although an occasional breeze did make her shiver a little, given that she was wearing a black tank top and white shorts.  Her hair was quite messy, from thrashing around in her sleep, and she attempted to comb it out a little with her thin fingers.  It didn't make much difference, but it wasn't like she had a mirror to see.   Without thinking, she had ended up in the meadow.  It was a serene place, likelier than any other she could think of to help her de-stress.  Perhaps there was some greater power looking down upon her, but more likely, it was just sheer luck that she had wound up here. Sitting cross-legged in the green grass, among the flowers that had shrunk into small buds again now that the sun wasn't out, and some that only bloomed at night, glowing an ethereal white, Zoe tried to slow her breathing to a normal pace, and thereby slowing her heart rate. Eventually, she lay down among the blades of grass, staring up at the moonlit sky.  Stars twinkled like fireflies, brighter than she was used to.  She had no idea where the island was in relation to anywhere else, but it must have been decently far, to escape the light pollution of major cities.  After some time, although she hadn't originally intended to sleep again--at least, not out here, the girl fell asleep again, hands clasped behind her head as a pillow, transported back to the hell of the dream world.  Some people liked to dream--for her, it was even worse than reality. There was a gun in her hand, the weight familiar by now. Target practice was a routine event that took place every other day, and no matter how little natural skill you had with a firearm, you would eventually become proficient.  Her gaze was steadily locked on her target, but her hands trembled.  "Come on," Alec urged. "You know I don't want you to either, but you don't really have a choice."  It was true. James was already outraged at her for failing the first time they'd given her a gun.  A small whimper escaped her lips as she squeezed one eye shut, and pulled the trigger.  Even from up here, she could see the blood spurting up like some sort of sick fountain.  With that amount of blood, she immediately knew she'd hit a vital organ, if not the heart. "Alec," she whispered, horrified.  He didn't answer, and when she looked at him, he was sprawled on the floor, blood spreading from a bullet wound in his chest.  Her mind raced through all different kinds of denial--that it was impossible killing one person led to the death of another, that she was having a nightmare, but deep inside, she knew that it had really happened.  "A life for a life," a heart-achingly familiar voice said from behind her.  It was Nathan's voice--except his tone was a sneer, which she had heard only once, when they had first met.  Nathan was quite obviously a ghost--the ghost of the man she had just killed.  All the blood drained from her face. The same wound that marked Alec's body was on him.  No, no, no, this isn't really happening, she tried to convince her.  But no matter what she told herself, she knew she was only lying to herself. Zoe desperately wanted to wake up, but it was hard to force yourself awake when you were asleep.  Silent tears streaked her face as she tossed and turned in her fitful sleep.

( I DON'T WANT TO SAY THAT LOVE IS A WAITING GAME )

BY SKYLARK'S FOLLY AT ADOXOGRAPHY & CAUTION

    Dirk had been walking silently, his mind was elsewhere, thinking about his past and his incessant need to distance himself from most people, he had no obligations at that moment so he had chosen to take a walk later at night then one would have normally have done, he had walked out of his abode asking himself if had been worth coming to this school and also making friends with some of the people around him. He hated the people usually and he thought they reciprocated the same feelings back to him. This assumption of course was wrong and ungrounded, but he did not know that and probably would not know that for a long while after that.

    Before leaving his house he had donned a warm sweater anticipating it to be colder then it actually was, as you would expect he was sweating more then it rained within a rainforest. He hated that about himself, ever since his growth spurt he sweated like crazy even though it was cold outside, not that today had been. The mild night had been a nice feeling to Dirk but then he merely noticed a disturbance. It had started off as a sound, not a lot of sound but just enough to be heard by dirk. Out of only curiosity he chose to investigate the noise.

    After a small while he stumbles into the meadow, and with that he saw a girl thrashing around on the ground. he approached the girl with caution, not knowing if she was having a stroke or was just trying to lure him into a trap. He looked onto her face and saw the silent tears and realized that she was suffering through what he commonly had to deal with in his sleep. He poked her on the cheek and shook her a little feeling a little sympathy for her, which was completely out of character for him because of his upbringing. He had said as he poked her "Wake up you should not lay around sleeping in the open by yourself."

((I know I'm such a fail but I figured that I start my rp with the person who introduced me here))

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In the haze of her nightmarish dreams, she felt a poking sensation on her cheek and a hand on her shoulder.  Immediately, she jerked awake, twisting away from the soft grip, terrified that someone from her past had found her.  Gracelessly, Zoe tried to scramble backward, raising her right arm in front of her face as if to ward off an attacker.  It took a moment for her vision to clear and for her heart rate to slow to somewhere near normal, and then she lowered her arm when she processed that it was not someone she knew, not her ghosts coming to haunt her, not her past acquaintances coming after her.  She caught the end of his sentence--something about not sleeping in the open by herself. Blinking away the unwanted tears, she clutched her left arm to her stomach to hide the throbbing scar, and forced out a reply, trying to keep her voice from quivering, and failing.  "I-I didn't plan on.. falling asleep."  The way he'd put it made it seem so innocent, so harmless, so peaceful, when in reality, it was quite the opposite.  Her plan had been unsuccessful, too; instead of calming her down, the meadow had continued the nightmares.   Zoe tried to hide the fact that she was trembling by asking the boy a question.  "Wh-what are you doing out here so l-late?"  She hated that she was stuttering--she hardly ever did so.  It was unnatural, and it showed fear--something that she'd always been taught was unacceptable.   Normally quiet and soft-spoken, the things she'd been taught since she was young forced her to swallow the fear, and keep a neutral exterior.  Composing herself, she added, "You shouldn't be out here so late either."  She pulled her legs under her, ready to escape if need be.  Fight or flight--the second one was definitely preferred, although the first would have been easy enough.

( I DON'T WANT TO SAY THAT LOVE IS A WAITING GAME )

BY SKYLARK'S FOLLY AT ADOXOGRAPHY & CAUTION

    Dirk watched her roll away from him, he saw fear and pain in her eyes. That movement from her made him feel a little hurt because he was trying to look out for the girl, but then that was expected considering that he was a guy in the middle of a meadow shaking a girl and poking her in the cheek. He looked at her arm as she had put it up in a defensive maneuver, he studied her stature and noted her fear level.

    As she put her arm down, he let her study him for a few seconds letting her establish that he was not a foe. at that point he noticed her hide her left arm as if she was trying to hide something. He thought that might be the key to her past, like my scar. Right when he was about to open his mouth to say something he heard her say "I-I didn't plan on.. falling asleep." He heard a little bit of a challenging note within her voice, he disregarded her stutter due to her current position. As he tried to reply he got cut off by her saying "Wh-what are you doing out here so l-late?" Inwardly he sighed and as he tried to reply for the third time he was cut off, yet again by her saying ,with less stuttering and more confidence, "You shouldn't be out here so late either."

    He finally answers in a slightly morose tone "That depends, I have many reasons to be out this late but I only need one." He then proceeds to sit down, you can see bags under his eyes, his scar, running from the outer edge of his eye to the middle of his cheek, glimmers in the moonlight. He then shifted to a lying down position and looks up at the twinkling mass of lights in the sky.