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白色雑音; White Noise; Open
Topic Started: Sep 24 2016, 12:03 AM (1,524 Views)
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((Dorothy Shelley continued from what appeared to be her favorite place))

Oooh, a library. Dot loved these because they were quiet, had free wifi, met her friends there without her dad freaking out and she could work all day without being interrupted. She embraced the atmosphere, she could see herself going through the shelves, reading a book on the go, putting it in the wrong place so she was sure nobody else would take it until she wanted to pick it up again. She thought about the joy of wandering aimlessly, like she was currently doing, in a library somewhere else than here.

And there was more! Not only shelves hanged out in the library, there was also a bunch of sofas, and Asha took the one Dorothy wanted. Aw, shucks. She thought about it, and considered that sitting on one of those could be bad idea since the place was abandoned and there could be a lot of bugs and maybe dust in it. She decicded not to trust those comfy seats because who knew what could be inside of them. Maybe there was an ant or a wasp colony inside, and she sure didn't want to learn about it.

She had a surge of energy go through her body like an electric current going from her feet to her brain. This placed reminded her of Cochise, and, even though it didn't really look alike, she felt like she was visiting somewhere she used to know about. Maybe there was even nice books to find inside! Dorothy felt her heart grow for this place as she thought about all the memories she could have developped here. Maybe she could camp here with Asha and Wayne. For a moment, she forgot about the situation, about the stress, the fear, the anxiety. It simply left her body.

''I wonder what kind of books they got here.''
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At first, Dorothy was scared of being alone. Having nobody to support her, to help her, to talk to. Loneliness horrified Dorothy.

This fear shaped to become addicted to social media. To stay on Facebook for a long time, or on Tumblr reblogging cats, or on Tweeter to try to get the attention of a celebrity.

But, there was a fear lying inside that comfort. A fear she wasn't alone. That somebody stalked her, looked at every pictures, everything she has said, everything she thought about.

So she tried to protect herself, she protected her personal blog with a password and her Facebook page was set to private. Even though she took all the opportunities to hide, a thought of being found was always there.

On the island, it was the same.

She was scared in the that place she woke up in. She was horrified of being alone, strand on that island alone with nobody. She escaped the warehouse, and soon realized she wasn't alone. Asha was there for Dorothy, and vice-versa. Then there was Alex. She was scared of him but he indeed proved to be rather harmless. Wayne came in the duo, making it into a trio, and they left.

It was now repeating here in the library. Someone had been there all along. Someone, a bloodied girl with a hatchet, was curled up in a corner. This girl was the stalker she feared, the person she avoided, but this was real life. She couldn't just block someone off.

As if hell froze over, Dot's mind started to feel dread developing in her head.

Asha didn't look scared, and that didn't surprise Dorothy. She was brave, she was strong, she could see a corpse and whisper "aesthetic" or "same" or "me". She wasn't like Dorothy, basically.

She hoped it was a corpse until it revealed to be still alive. She wished it wouldn't move, it wouldn't talk, it wouldn't breath.

But there it was, whimpering.

She just stared in horror until Asha started to speak to the creature.

She knew it was a girl, she knew it was still alive, but couldn't bring her mind to believe the situation. She wanted to be nice but her body told her to run away. To be a coward.

She stopped her mind from running by opening her mouth,

"Hey... D-don't be scared, okay? We won't hurt you."
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Dorothy was about to parrot Asha like a puppet. She was about to open her mouth and tell Nancy how her hair was pretty. Even though Dot found them only obnoxious and if she was honest, she'd recommend the blue-haired girl to dye it something else than blue. Maybe purple? Dorothy loved purple, but it was too late for friendly tips, Nancy was already running.

She just got up, took her bag, and ran as if she was set on fire, trying to find a water source to jump in. Did they say something wrong? They had to say something that scared her away, that made her run, the only thing that could have done that is, well, nothing. Nothing they had done did that, the reason of Nancy's escape was unknown to Dorothy.

Maybe it was because of the blood on her hands and on her clothes that made her run. Whoever was hurt must be out there, in pain. She wanted to leave the library and go find them. Help them and take care of them, and make sure they wouldn't be hurt no more. Yet she couldn't do anything else than watch as Nancy bolted out of the place.

She ran and ran, leaving the scene and the trio behind them. She left them here, in place where hollowness reigned, where the only thoughts they had were about her and her bloodied clothes and blue hair. Her hair, her skin, the blood, the image of her laying down, the picture of her running: they were all in Dorothy's head.

She didn't want to think about it, but it happened. She wanted to be nice, to be soft, to be caring, yet she ran away. She felt guilt wrapping itself around her heart and choking it. Maybe she was overthinking it, or maybe it was right, but Dorothy's perception of Nancy changed from a thing, a monster crawling on the floor, to an innocent, scared victim that just wanted to live.

Nancy had a normal reaction. Dorothy tried to put herself in her shoes, she imagined how would she feel if she hurt someone badly, how bad she would feel. Maybe that's what Nancy felt like, felt as if she deserved the pain she was receiving.

But Dot thought about the axe, and all of these sympathetic thoughts about Nancy left her body as Nancy fled the scene. It was replaced by fear. A fear so deep that Dorothy felt her soul ache as she thought about it.

She was scared she ran away, but she was even more scared if she came back for revenge. She had an axe, one move and Dot'd be gone, and Asha too, and Wayne also. She could have killed one of them right there, right now. She could have even ended her own life. Those thoughts ran through her mind, screaming at her to run away like she did, but she anchored herself in the ground.

She wouldn't leave, she wouldn't give up as long as she had people around her, she wouldn't - no, could not - leave them behind.

''Uh... What do we do now?''

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If Dorothy was dreaming before her awakening by a hug from Asha, she couldn't remember anything about it. Either it was a dreamless, restless sleep or she was just like a robot who's switch was turned off. In both cases, it was her turn to watch the shadows come alive and to hear her allies snore. As soon as Asha took her couch, she fell asleep, her eyes shut tight and she stopped moving. Not in a dead way but in a I'm-tired-and-I-want-sleep way.

Dorothy could faintly see her chest raise and lower in the darkness.

She stayed there for a while, staying close to Wayne and Asha. She didn't want to be eaten by the darkness in front of her. This darkness made her feel like she didn't have her glasses on, everything that was far was blurred, hidden, shadowed, scary. She wanted to open her bag and get a flashlight, but after a minute of reflection, she decided it was a bad idea. If someone saw a light flashing through the window, maybe that someone could come in. What if that person wanted to fight, what would she do? If Nancy came back angry, would she just let her friends take the axe for her?

No, she wouldn't. So that's why she didn't open her flashlight before setting off in the darkness.

She was scared by the place. During the day, there was light. You could see ahead of you, around you, plan your movement. But in the night, the only thing certain was the unknown you will meet. She tried to remember the layout from the time she spent awake, but she still took it slowly. Very slowly like a snail crawling on a wall.

She touched the shelves, the walls, the tables to move herself around. She was lucky, she didn't knock anything over, tearing the silence of the night. The absence of sounds was the scariest part of it. The darkness was just a hidding place, the sounds were its monster. The things that go bump in the night were not friendly, but she kept going deeper and deeper and darker and darker in the forest of knowledge.

She finally reached the end, and with that, took a random book off the shelves. She had to remind herself not to drop it, in fear of making a noise or that the darkness will steal it away. She clutched it, hugging it like her favorite plushtoy. She thought about her little bunny sitting on the corner of her bed for years, being the lighthouse in her room guiding her to her bed. Even though it was dusty, and appropriately named Dusty, the little beast still did her job of protecting her mistress's sleep.

Dot made her way back on the path she made.




If this was real life, Dorothy would have been sleeping, not standing guard.

If this was real life, Dorothy wouldn't think about the set of rules that were constricting around her neck

If this was real life, Dorothy would have been thinking about something else than the bloodied clothes of Nancy.

If nobody was murdered by another student then all of their collars would blow up, killing all the kids on the island.

And Dot was still hugging her knees while looking in the darkness.

Then that means someone was dead and they had a killer. This meant somebody decided to play the game and to hurt someone else. This meant someone out there was ready to kill someone else for their own's sake, and they have done it.

''I think therefore I am'' was not real in the game. Those people didn't think, those people didn't care, these people were just hurting other people for no other reasons than their selfish need to survive. She understood that last part, but she didn't think people would actually give up on everything they have learned.

''I am therefore I think'' was more fitting.




It started by a little push, then to a moderate shove, to a heavy shaking. Wayne, however, was still sleeping like a log. He had his eyes shut, his mouth open, breathing. In the darkness, he looked like he did in the light, just faded.

Dorothy couldn't stand it anymore: the darkness and the silence were driving her insane. She didn't even want to sleep, she wasn't even tired. She was running on adrenaline and whatever they put in those bars. The latter tasted kinda okay, it wasn't the best snack she has ever eaten, but it was good enough. It didn't stop the night from crawling toward her, though.

Sleep was the only escape from the monsters around her. She wanted to have some sleep to escape to a better world that wasn't hers. She just wanted to close her eyes and to stop thinking about anything so she could dream about everything.

''Hey, it's your turn Wayne...''
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Dorothy enjoyed her dream while it lasted. The details weren't really clear but she remembered a mermaid making friends with a whale and trying to get the latter to sing a song. However, the song was soon twisted into words, spoken loudly, almost screaming. The mermaid politely applauded the singer, and then the curtain fell.

Dorothy mechanically opened her eyes. She wasn't totally awake, but with the movie finished and the lights coming back on, she decided to leave the theater.

She rubbed her eyes with her hands, painfully wiping the fog out of her mind. She remembered quickly where she was, tried to leave the dreamy state she was in, but she was dragged by her ankles to the bottom of abyss.

She clenched her teeth together, and, despite already seeing Asha for at least a couple of seconds, she started to truly analyze the situation.

She was talking to someone else. Not Wayne, because it was a feminine voice that answered her. A very odd, scary, doll-like voice. It was forced, it appeared inhuman in her mind. She sounded like a distorted version of a doll, but that was surely due to the fatigued mind of Dot. Somebody couldn't sound like that normally.

She looked toward the creature Asha was talking to, and it made sense.

The boogeyman was Isabel, Dorothy understood what she saw. She looked like Nancy but bloodier, scarier. At least Nancy looked scared, Isabel looked proud, confident, and even happy.

She looked to Asha then to Isabel, then again to Asha. She looked for Wayne, but he wasn't there.

"Where's Wayne? And hi, uh, you. Isabel or something?"
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Dot raked her fingers across her left cheek, rubbing the numbness away. She squinted a couple of time, she wasn't sure Iz was right there, she could still be in a nightmare. But the scratches she drew on her face proved her wrong, this was reality. The girl - could she even be called that? - was in front of her.

That was when fear started to run through her body. Her legs felt weak but heavy, her heart was beating quickly, it wanted to jump out of her throat. Dot was scared by Nancy, but that fear was nothing compared to the one she was feeling right now. She felt an actually threat from the girl in front of her, she felt in danger, she felt she could die at any moment.

Funnily, Iz was fearing Dot too. Not like Dorothy who was scared of her losing her head, however. Iz was fearing Dot because she didn't trust her. She found that weirdly comforting, despite what was boiling inside of her. The mutual feeling between Iz, someone who clearly killed, and Dot, someone who was scared by death, was their connection.

And there was also their pink sweater, but that one didn't really matter. since Dot wasn't interested in a girl-talk at the moment with the scary possible killer in front of her.

Asha and Iz seemed like friends, and that was something else she could relate with the bloodied girl. She could use that to her avantage perharps because at the moment, Dorothy felt like her place in the group wasn't stable since Iz walked in and what if Asha decided to play the game. She already talk about death openly and maybe she was considering it.

Her eyes were now totally awake, and there was no denying it: Iz was real, she had two weapons, and was soaked in blood. She softly bit her tongue, thinking about the situation.

Since Iz was not trusting Dot, and their feelings were reciprocal, they needed a peace omen even there was no war in between them. She had nothing to offer other than stiching Isabel up if she was wounded. However, if she asked whether or not she was hurt, maybe Iz could take as a threat, she could take it as a way for Dot to find out about her weak point.

If she took it as a threat, it was the end of the line for Dorothy, so she decided to not ask the question. She reviewed her choices accordingly, and none of them were fail-proof. All of them could fail due to Iz's unpredictable temper, but there was one thing she was sure: Iz didn't trust her.

Dorothy smiled curtly, she knew what she was about to propose to Iz. She kept her trembles under control, suppressing them by contracting her muscles. She cleared her voice and launched herself in the action.

''You can trust me, but if you aren't sure,'' she said while pointed her bag, ''just search through my bag. You can keep my weapons, they are two sticks, I don't need them.''
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The annoucement confirmed Dot's biggest fear: she was standing in front of a killer, she didn't kill only one person too. Two people lost their lives because of that sword and that big thing she couldn't name of hers. Gosh, she wished she whacked Iz over the head and ran away instead of offering something that could spell her death.

Someone won something cool or something like that because they killed someone and, well, Iz didn't like that. Isabel wanted to win, so she wanted to prove herself as threat, maybe? Or maybe it was to get whatever thing they gave to this Kimiko girl and kill even more people. Dorothy wasn't sure, and she didn't really listen to the announcement too. She heard the names but didn't analyze them, they just went through one ear and left through the other.

The names of the deads and the killers didn't mattered. The only thing that did was the fact that Isabel had this thing in her hands and she could end Dot's life in an instant. Then Asha's. Or maybe in the reversed order, or maybe even at the same time! Dot, despite the threat, was actually scared. She was nervous, stressed about the maybe-death she'll receive. The maybe-pain she'll have when that sword will go through her face, or chest, or leg, or whatever. The maybe-there-blood that will stain her cloth.

Yet something made her walk away, and it wasn't Asha's diss. It was the thing the nicer ballerina held in her hands. Dot decided it was a taser - or was that a tazer ? She wished she had Google. - and it obviously scared Iz off them. She was about leave their sight that she, like a villain from Gossip Girls or something, turned around and taunted them.

Dot's gears started to grind. Slowly but surely, she'd understand what that meant. A little bit of oil here and there, the gears were spinning rapidly until a connexion in Dorothy's neuron was made. This meant that Dorothy made an enemy. There was someone out there that wouldn't mind hurting her, that could maybe even enjoy it.

And how she ended that sentence wasn't reassuring at all. Iz would make them beg to killer them, at least that's what Dot understood.

Dear gosh, Dorothy had to restrain herself from taunting Isabel back with a wave and a smile, or with a ''see you next time!'' She didn't say anything because she didn't want that girl to come back even they could shock her and take her stuff, she didn't want to smell the sour aroma of dry blood and sweat. She sighed and turned toward Asha,

''Has she always been like that? Like, you know, a psycho?''
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Dot didn't mind Asha concealing her weapon until it proved to be necessary to scare Iz off.. Well, she'd prefered to have known about it before that encounter, but she was still was happy to learn that they had something to defend themself. Like, the two sticks were, well, two sticks. Dot thought about it, and decided they could be used as firewood, or splinters, or something.

She didn't need to whack someone over the head as long they had the taser. One zap, and the threat was gone. It was also good just to scare someone off.

Dot would have like to get Asha's weapon because she wouldn't have mind shooting Iz with it and run away. Yes, it was an impulsive thought, but Isabel was scary and she'd rather not lose her head because of her.

But in the end, it was Iz that left, and Asha and Dot were still alive and kicking.

Yet, the question of Wayne still remained, and Asha quickly answered it. As she did her best to keep her calm while she explained what happened, Dot became red. Out of shame, mainly. She was the one that woke him, she was the one that felt asleep right after, she was the one that stayed asleep while Iz was here, and she felt like a burden.

Oh my, the little Dot started to feel her weight pulling down Asha.

That's what she is. A weight, a burden, a chain attached to the leg of a prisonner, that's what she felt like. She wanted to ignore that feeling, to ignore the pain that came with it, but it grew inside of her. She was scared of the future. 24 hours in and Dot's mind was already showing cracks from her doubts.

Not that it really mattered, but it was just be a matter of time before she would be alone. Just a matter of time, just a matter of days, maybe hours before Dorothy's only compagny would be her mind.

She didn't want to be alone, she was scared of the emptiness, the loneliness and the weakness. She hated every seconds of it, wanting to stay connected with her phone and computer, never letting go of her parents's hands when they walked around the park as a child.

Wayne leaving with Asha's stuff, Iz coming in her life just to leave quickly (even she was the scariest monster she's met), the announcement with the deaths, all of those things reminded her of her fate. Everyone will, one day, be alone. Everybody will face it soon, and Dot didn't want to think about it. She didn't want to sit down and have for sole compagny her breathing.

''Don't leave me, okay?''
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Asha didn't leave her, instead she came closer and hugged Dot. It felt nice and it was Dorothy needed. The warmth and the safety from that embrace gave her the courage to continue.

If it wasn't for that, she would have stayed in the library, on the couch, and would have went back to sleep and forget about this game. She would just have slept, and slept, and slept until she was no more. She would become dust, and she would be swept away by the wind.

Under Asha's arms, she held back her tears. Oh, she wasn't going to cry no more. No more of being a crybaby, she swore to herself. She could only cry if someone she loved died, and it was painfully obvious she'd shed tears in a near future because of that specific reason.

While Dot knew she'd have to adapt to her new life, it was for the best to stop crying over tiny things. Okay maybe Iz's threats and the situation wasn't benign but she knew she couldn't just cry all the time. If she were alone, she'd drown herself with her tears. Her life would have been snuff out by the water going down her face, but she was still here.

So, she moved on.

((Dorothy left to the Devil's Choir where she sang))
Edited by Fran, Mar 31 2017, 03:49 PM.
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