Nightmares!

[shadowmods]

Hello, players.

The RNG has spoken and the following characters have been chosen to have nightmares:

Maria Collins Carbonell
Dorian Carver
Peeta Mellark
Draco Malfoy
Herc Hansen
Elena Gilbert

The mods are going to ask those chosen to write up a detailed description of a single nightmare your character will have. Please posted it as a comment/reply to this post. We're going to give you a week to do this. Please get your nightmare to us by Tuesday, December 24. (If this is going to be a problem, please let us know!)

Remember, just because you weren't chosen to have a nightmare, that doesn't mean you're not going to be involved in the plot. Far from it. In fact, this plot is going to encompass the entire game. More details will follow.

I would say, "the odds were ever in your favor" but Peeta was one of the chosen few so that would just be tacky

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maria's nightmare

[abetterhappyending]

a street at night: the bricks of it are slick and cracked, the air is damp, a recent rain. shadows have overtaken much of the scene, save for the dim lights from the open shutters of apartments crammed too close together; and a single lamppost down at the end of the block. it emits a golden light that throws a circle of orange around it, but it's far, and the end of the street she starts at is blackened.

her heels are loud in this dreaded silence. while off in the distance a dog may bark, a trashcan may clang over in an alley, or a siren may cry, all sounds or signs of life are far. everything behind her has shut off into complete darkness; she cannot turn back. there is only forward. but as she passes by one open-shuttered window, it turns closed and cuts her off from the light. then the next, and the next. never any of them stay open. a closed door locks just before she passes by it. she sees the shadow of someone in a window just before it closes. she's alone.

sooner rather than later her eyes just remain on the bricks of the street as she hears the sounds of the tail-ends of people withdrawing around her. nothing she catches out of the corners of her eyes are solid figures, just the glimpse of a person there, their arm, shoulder, a silhouette. a tremor is rising in her body as the darkness encapsulates her from their neglect. the lamppost at the end looks farther and farther away. too many shadows between.

soon she's running toward it; something is nipping at her heels. she can't look back to find out what. her breath is ragged. the faster she runs the harder the doors and windows slam closed to her till it's a cacophony of banging like gunfire sounding out in a war. finally, she reaches it, and she stops right at the edge of the circle of golden light, but suddenly the light on the lamppost is impossibly above her and out of reach. she looks up and up but she can never find it, and that's when the thing behind her grabs her, shadows wrapping around her from behind and covering her mouth.

maria gasps awake.