The Dream Maker

[Poetinman]

Somewhere in the deep shelves of old forgoten liberaries one might find a book containing some informaion about the Ghost known as The Dream Maker.
Some see him as a Demon some as an Angel.
His purpouse in life is to punish the wicked and perverted females of the human race. Or to Make their dreams.
His primary goal is to make sure innocent girls with perverted ,wild dreams or dark dreams or slutty dreams don't end up doing those dreams in reality.
He is a ghost who comes to girls like that and takes them on a ride into his own wicked dimension where he makes the rules and where everything is real although it is all happening inside the mind of the victim. And what seems to them like a day inside his dimension is only 2 seconds in reality.
Although when a girl he targets enjoys the wicked cruelties he puts her through he sometimes keeps them. Some girls that fell into coma for years were actualy inside his realm being his toys of pleasure. Whitch leaves the question....
is he good or evil, is he fighting to prevent innocence from doing wrong or is he simply auditioning for the perfect capture.
That is the case the FBI supernaural investigation team must figure out since the attacks have become more frequen recently the agency fears something big is about to happen.

players needed:
- Female Agent of the FBI
- Female Agents Partner ( male or female)
- Female Agents Daughter

I'll play the Dream Maker....Basicly the only way to catch the Dream Maker is by becoming a victim of his or by Seeing him Take a persons mind into the other realm....the Female detective herself is not an innocent girl, so cannot fall target, though her daugher is....whitch leaves her little choice but to risk using her as bait...

 

[TabascoKV]

This sounds incredibly interesting. If you're still wanting people, I think I'd like to give it a go at the daughter.

 

[WindDancerBlue]

Sign me in for the FBI agent. I'm game.

 

[Poetinman]

Ok we're on then...the male or female partner can come later...you girls start it off seeing as the Dream Maker comes into the story only lateron.

 

[WindDancerBlue]

OOC - Sabra Gordan, 38, senior special agent on the paranormal investigation team of the FBI. Often referred to as the X-files people in jest. Nearly six feet tall, deep auburn hair, green eyes. Divorced the last seven years, with a daughter who swaps households as her parents' careers demand, usually without argument until lately. The exhusband is a busy surgeon, but at least his patients don't drag him out of town in the middle of the night.

IC -
Damn, it's dark already, I think, looking up from a stack of folders I've been reading for the last... three hours? Looks like there's another three hours' worth to get through. I promised my daughter I'd take her out for pizza tonight before I had to leave town tomorrow, but it's already eight o'clock!

Where does the time go when I'm doing this? I feel like I just sat down, except for the headache...

My phone rings. Of course, it's her. More apologies. I hope she never gets past accepting them. Maybe I should have ditched this for a desk job years ago... except now there... no - not now.

I hit the button and answer - "I'm sorry, honey, I was just ...."

She interrupted me.

 

[TabascoKV]

Charrie Desc.: Annabelle Gordon, 18, first year student at college studying to be a Social Worker. She prefers to go by just Anna. Inherited her mother's red hair and green eyes. Very laid back and has always stayed out of trouble, which is a miracle considering all the fighting she grew up around.

IC:

Anna had left her dorm room and driven the two hours into the city. She loved coming home on the weekends for the most part, but sometimes she couldn't help but wonder why she did it. Her parents missed her when she was gone, there was no doubt in her mind about that. Things always seemed to pop up that took them away from her. Anna knew her parents loved her and cared about her, but sometimes it certainly didn't feel like it.

Her fingers drummed rhythmically against the hard wood table as she waited, growing impatient. Checking her watch, she rolled her eyes. Late as usual. She knew her mother had a very demanding job, as did her father, but why make plans if you weren't going to keep up with them?

Pulling out her cell phone, she clicked the arrow button down the electronic phonebook until her mother's office number came up. Pressing the send button, she waited as the ringing echoed inside her head. Her mother's voice started up with an excuse. Excuses...that's all she ever heard these days. Just once she would love to be greeted with a "Hi honey, how are you?"

"Finishing up some last minute work?" Anna had gotten rather good at hiding the frustration she felt, and even though she interupted her mother's voice, it was more to finish the sentence she had heard a thousand times.

"Mom, we can wait to do this until tomorrow. Or if you want, I can grab a pizza to go and take it home and we can eat there."

 

[WindDancerBlue]

"Yeah, okay, why don't you do that? No mushrooms tonight, please. I'll leave right now, I promise. Turning off my PC, putting on my coat..." I lied. One more file, maybe. NO! I had to do this. I did turn it off when I hung up.

I'd spent years trying to balance motherhood against a badge, and it was hard on everyone. Hard on me. Hard on my marriage. Hardest of all on Annabelle.

Anna. I had to start calling her Anna.

She'd been crabbier than normal lately. Looked last time she came home like she hadn't been sleeping well. God, I knew about that. I hadn't had good sleep except after sex since... long before she was born. BB. Before Baby. Before Badge. Just another few years and I could retire.

I walked down the hall, lugging a briefcase full of stuff to work on after Anna went to bed. In the breakroom, I saw Jamie Wesley, another agent I'd recently had a rather intimate encounter with. Sport sex. What a poor role model for my daughter. I just waved and pretended I didn't hear him speak as I went on down the hall to the elevator, down three flights and out to a parking lot the size of a football field to find my car.

"Sabra?" he called behind me as I clicked the remote locks. "Hey!"

"Jamie, I'm sorry, I'm kinda in a hurry," I said, putting my briefcase into the backseat.

"I just wanted to see if maybe we could get together - " he said, taking a deep breath from his jog to catch up.

I held up my hand to stop him. "Look, Jamie, what we did was really good, but we can afford to keep seeing each other like this!"

He laughed. "Baby, you were incredible, but what I was trying to say is that I have something for your investigation."

I felt my face turn red. "I, uh... sorry."

"I'm not," he grinned. "Here." He gave me a folder. "Go home."


I did. Drove half an hour to my house - our house, except WE don't live there anymore. Never be MY house, though. Sucks to marry money.

I found Anna asleep on the couch, TV blaring and a pizza box on the counter.

 

[TabascoKV]

"No problem." The hint of disapointment in her voice was a sign that she was disapointed. For a few moments that day she had allowed herself to believe that she was really going to have a night with her mother. As she clicked the end button and put her phone back in her purse, she stood from the table. Walking over to the counter, she put an order in for a large pepperoni pizza, and took a seat at the counter while she waited.

Annabella Gordon was truly different from her parents. They were both workaholics who held no real value to the meaning of family. She knew that since her parents' divorce they'd both had partners, even though they never talked about it with her. She wasn't naive.

Growing up, she'd had no desire to date. She went to her senior prom with her best friend, who just happened to be a guy. She'd never been kissed, and found no regret in that. Moving to college had taught her about the expectations people had in life, and it nearly blew her out of the water. Take her roommate, for instance. The past two weeks, Anna had been locked out their dorm room until about 3 in the morning so she could entertain a different guy every night.

Things were getting out of control, and Anna just seemed to be getting left behind. It didn't bother her, though. SHe prefered to focus on her studies and her job at a day care.

A bell rang and her order was called up. Standing up, she took the pizza she had already paid for and headed out to her car. It only took about five minutes for her to arrive at her mother's house. Unlocking the door, she kicked it shut. Turning left she set the pizza down on the kitchen counter before going back and locking the door behind her.

Who knew when her mother would arrive. Plopping down on the couch, she kicked her black flip flops off and laid down on her side, clicking on the television. It wasn't until she was lying there watching some old movie that she realized exactly how tired she was. Slowly, her eyes lids began to droop, and soon thereafter she had fallen asleep.

 

[WindDancerBlue]

I took two slices of pizza from the box and grabbed a bottle of beer from the frig, then took the precarious load along with my briefcase to my office.

I flipped back the cover of the folder Jamie had given me in the parking lot, took a bite of pepperoni pizza that was still warm, focused on the photo and just about choked.

"... an eighteen-year-old girl was found unconscious in her bedroom by her parents, remaining comatose for the last two weeks, awoke with tales so graphic that investigators were stunned to hear the details of what added up to seemingly MONTHS of sexual activity that had absolutely no substantiated physical evidence..."

The cases I'd been working on, now numbering nine in our region, were all similar. Girls usually in age between 17 and 20 had come forward with allegations of sexual assaults in their sleep, complete with extraordinary details including sketches of the assailant which were identical. The catch was, despite all their claims, every single one had been medically documented to never have had any sexual activity.

I yawned, when I realized the pizza was gone and so was the beer, though honestly I didn't remember finishing either one as I read.

How does a criminal commit a crime that never happens? This wasn't just failure to find proof for conviction, but proof of criminal activity at all. The sketches were never released, so it's impossible that they are copying information from one state to another.

Unless....

I needed sleep, and it seemed prudent to take advantage of the relaxation caused by the beer. I kicked off my shoes and went to the sofa in my office, stretched out and pulled a soft alpaca wool blanket over my legs...

 

[Poetinman]

As Sabra layed down and relaxed she felt a precense somwhere near her office...like someone walking right outside it, she couldn't quite describe it but for some reason she knew i wasn't Anna. And she knew it was a male figure.
The precense however quickly swept away like it was an illusion, yet the chills it left and the feeling tha seemed so real just half a second ago left left her wandering, then as she began wandering she saw an immage, the male looking allmost demonic figure that was scatched in the folder walking pass the door of her office........but it didn't happen, it was only in her imagination, her mind for some reason conecting the presence she felt to this figure....why? Was she getting paranoid because she needed sleep, if not than what was it?

 

[TabascoKV]

((Wind, I think it would be more appropriate for you to reply here than me.))

 

[Poetinman]

( should i start a dream scenario for your character then Tabasco?...or wait for wind?)

 

[WindDancerBlue]

ooc - both are asleep, continue with the dreams, I guess.

 

[TabascoKV]

((Sounds good to me.))

 

[Poetinman]

Annabelle woke up on the couch she fell asleep on....but something was odd, something about it didn't seem real. Plus there was smoke in the room...not much but everything looked slightly foggy. She heard a voice through the entire room echoing..." Tell me your wishes.....tell me your dreams....tell me your fantasies.....show me your true face...." imiges of her sexual fantasies and secret wishes and what she fantesised about came rushing through her head and for some absurd reason , like she was enchanted, she felt the urge to speak them out loud.

Sabra opened her eyes as she felt cold water into her face....she was no longer in her room...instead she was chained to a bed whitch was standing verticaly and she was naked....infront of her was a big screen on whitch she saw her daughers dream....her laying on the couch in the foggy room and all her sexual fantasies rushing by.....she felt someone standing behind her....but she couldn't see because of the bed...she did hear breathing.....the whole seting was sending chills down her spine.

 

[TabascoKV]

((I'm bumping this while we get some thing settled in PM))

 

[TabascoKV]

The couch had never been her particularly favorite place to fall asleep because it caused her back to ache. That's what she had thought had woken her up, but realized once her eyes were open that something else was off. Sitting up straight, her eyes squinted into the fog. An alarming feeling shot through her body as she sat up quickly, jumping off the couch. Her first thought was that the house was on fire. Walking around, she looked alarmed.

That was bad enough, but suddenly hearing some foreign voice whispering just about caused her to jump out of her skin. The words and commands caused her face to flush a bright red color. That was certainly a part of her life she had never connected with, and the fact that some unseen force was causing her thoughts to turn that direction. Shaking her head, she looked around, fright quite evident in her green eyes.

"Who are you?" Calling out to her invisible assailant, she backed towards the door to her mother's office. She tried to twist the door handle, but it wouldn't open.

 

[Poetinman]

The voice continued speaking as her mothers office foor seemed all jammed up
" I could be either your best friend...." the voice said softly and comforting..
" OR YOUR WORST ENEMY!!!" it screamed out angry " Now....." the voice sayd again calm " would you please answer my questions?" a demped laugh could be heard echoing through the room. Outside the windows was smoke and nothing to be seen....however she could breathe normaly despite the smoke..

 

[TabascoKV]

As she wiggled the door knob, a panic began to rise in her, a panic more fervant than the last. Turning around, her eyes scanned around, desperately trying to seek out the owner to the voice that was haunting her inner thoughts. This was a dream, right? Just a dream... It had to be.

The first half of his reply would have probably brought comfort to her, it was so sincere and soft sounding, but she was too uptight at the moment. At the loud outburts, she whimpered as she slid against the door, her eyes never giving up on its nonprofitable search.

Sliding down the door, she curled up against the wall, suddenly feeling very lonely.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She sounded like a little girl as she spoke, but that went unnoticeably to her own ears.

((Wind, feel free to interject at any time.))

 

[Poetinman]

Sudenly the door to her mothers office does open but there is no office here just a green beutifull garden full of flowers and singing birds and there is as much as no smoke.....and she hears a male voice calling out somewhere from the garden, a soft yet strong beutifull sounding voice greatly in conras with the one she heard before " Is anybody there?" the voice called out.
The Dream maker himself was siting ontop of the garden tree, not visible to them...he was checking out his latest creation...
Sir Richard, a brave young handsome guy, with halflong wavy blonde hair, musculine body and a sweet smoothe face with sparkling green eyes.
He was wearing a white blouse and blue jeans...he was right about 24 years old.
The dream maker smirked " yeah that should work" ....he kept back inside the bushes of the tree waching the spectacle.

 

[TabascoKV]

Anna had nearly fallen backwards as the door opened, but she managed to catch herself. She didn't have to think twice about scrambling to her feet and running through the door. The call of the serene nature picture was far more appealing than the smokey room that held the dark voice. Running out, she could feel tears from fright burning in her eyes, but she felt much better as she escaped into the openness.

Of course, the fact that she was no longer alone went unnoticed, and would have continued to do so had she not smacked right into the man who had now invaded her nightmare. She had been so busy looking behind her to make sure she wasn't being followed that she hadn't been watching where she was going. Her emerald eyes had just turned around in time to see herself run into the man.

"I'm sorry." Still looking terrified, there was an apologetic tone to her frightened eyes.

 

[WindDancerBlue]

Sabra watched, fascinated at first, thinking about the dream objectively, thinking how it felt weird to be thinking about a dream inside a dream, and then to be dreaming of Anna's dream as well... The whole thing made her head spin, and for all she could sense someone/something behind her, when she realized what she was really seeing, inside Anna's dream, she had an overwhelming sense of dread wash through her body as sure as any orgasm she'd ever felt.

She tried to call out to Anna, to go back, to wake up, something... but as soon as she attempt to speak, she found her mouth was suddenly gagged.

Shaking her head back and forth furiously, Sabra watched helplessly as her daughter spoke to a man much too handsome to be anything but a fairy tale prince.

 

[Poetinman]

Richard saw the young girl bump into him but his posture kept him in place as she fell down from the bump. he kneeled down infront of her offering his hand to help her up, a warm welcome smile and a happy look apeard on his face as he asked her " Are you ok?.......most beutifull of maiden!" he looked straight into her eyes not putting them away even for a second.

 

[TabascoKV]

Still looking as if she were running from a ghost, Annabelle darted a look behind her as the mysterious man knelt down in front of her. Returning her gaze to him, she couldn't hide the fact that there was a sense of comfort that had developed since finding him. Or rather, since bumping into him. Her left eyebrow lifted slightly at his choice of vocabulary. Was he a medieval knight in shining armor, only placed in the modern era? Either way it didn't matter.

Taking the hand he offered, she pulled herself up to her feet, nearly losing her balance. She kept herself from falling into him.

"Thank you. I really am sorry. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." She couldn't help but dart one more glance behind her, still not convinced that she had escaped whatever had been assaulting her earlier.

 

[Poetinman]

Richard smiled at her " I am so happy that i am not all alone in this maze, i have been wandering in this garden the whole day unable to find the exit....and now...now i find a beuty such as thee, ....." he thinks a bit then bows apologetic like he did something wrong as he says " Forgive me preaty young lady....my name is Richard....are you.....Annabelle by any chance.....yes you must be..for there was said that nobody more beutifull could be...and i cannot imagine beuty above yourse.."