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Post by Barbossa's girl on Mar 4, 2011 5:21:16 GMT
So...my children have forgotten me...they don't believe in old Freddy anymore, do they? Let's see how long they can play their little game. Let's see how long they will think I'm nothing...It's time for Freddy to come home where he belongs.
Freddy Krueger, the murderer of many children raise his gloved hand. He sharpened his knives as he looked down Elm Street.[/color]
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Post by torabrambles on Mar 4, 2011 5:31:25 GMT
Maria ran her fingers through her short-milti-colored hair while gazing into the mirror. With a sigh she ran her fingers through one more time and stepped away from the glass. All of the colors had seemed bold and perfect for her at the time, now she could only think if Thomas would like it? An final glance into the mirror and she walked out of the salon and headed down the street... towards home... towards Elm Street. And though she didn't know it yet, to a nightmare.
When she arrived home Thomas greeted her from the living room, "Hey."
She went to sit with him on the couch, returning his smile and greeting, "Hey."
With his short cut dark hair and bright blue eyes he struck an impressive figure beside her on the dark leather. An TV-movie was playing and Thomas offered her an bottle of soda, she accepted it. It was warm in the house and the sound of the movie was lulling, Maria found herself nodding off...
(Never RPed Elm Street before, should be interesting.)
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Post by Barbossa's girl on Mar 4, 2011 14:12:25 GMT
(neither have i, but after watching the movies, i'm in the mood)
"One, two, Freddy's coming for you. Three, four, better lock your door. Five, six, grab your crucifix. Seven, eight, better stay awake. Nine, ten, never sleep again."
The song was sung over and over. The knives gave off a loud ring as they were sharpened.
"One, two, Freddy's coming for you. Three, four, better lock your door. Five, six, grab your crucifix. Seven, eight, better stay awake. Nin, ten, never sleep again."
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Post by torabrambles on Mar 4, 2011 18:05:48 GMT
A chill went down Maria's spine. She was standing in the middle of what looked to be a large boiler room. Something was casting an eerie red light everywhere, and steam obscured her vision. In the distance she could hear knives being sharpened and the song made a chill run down her spine.
Her heart beating fast she spoke in a voice barely above a whisper, "Wh-who's there?"
(Should we make some more OCs as fodder characters?)
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Post by Barbossa's girl on Mar 4, 2011 21:42:01 GMT
"Welcome to my nightmare...."
Freddy stepped down a ramp sliding his knives down the railing.
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Post by torabrambles on Mar 4, 2011 21:51:13 GMT
Maria's eyes widened and she stepped back quickly, her heart in her throat. She couldn't see him clearly through the steam, but she could see the knives of his fingers glimmering in the red light.
'I've got to calm down... this is just a dream...' She told herself, retreating as quickly as she could down the walkway, attempting to slow the hammering in her heart.
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Post by Barbossa's girl on Mar 4, 2011 22:20:49 GMT
"There's no where to run, Maria", Freddy said. "It's just you and me now."
He gave an evil smile and raised his gloved hand.
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Post by torabrambles on Mar 4, 2011 22:28:34 GMT
'I've got to get out of here... I don't want to die... not even in some stupid dream!' She thought frantically, trying to dig past the fear...
"No!" Maria shouted and an flicker of fire crackled in the air in front of her.
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Outside the dream Thomas looked down at Maria, leaning against him on the couch. He wondered what she was dreaming about. An frown line creased her forehead, 'Is she having a nightmare?' He thought.
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Post by Barbossa's girl on Mar 4, 2011 22:31:03 GMT
Freddy stopped as he saw the flicker of flames. Fire was one of his biggest fears. It's what killed him in the first place. Freddy growled as he disappeared.
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Post by ~ Mistress Beckett ~ on Mar 4, 2011 22:34:39 GMT
Dixie yawned sleepily as she sat in the living room of her house. She hadn't slept very well and had some strange dream she couldn't remember. Shivering, she looked around for a blanket.
"Hey Danny, is it just me or is it suddenly really cold in here?"
Madeline glanced over at her and nodded, "Yeah, I'm cold too."
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