River Of Dreams


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Scene Title River Of Dreams
Synopsis Pleasant dreams turn not so pleasant.
Date February 13, 2009

The Happy Dagger - Basement Room.

It's a bedroom, for all intents and purposes. There's even a window, although it's high up on the wall, and barred with grill and glass. Should someone peek, they'll only see dirty alley way and the flat, nondescript backdrop of a separate building beyond that. The room itself is bleak, if comfortable. The walls are cement and unpainted, the floor cheaply carpeted and the bed adequately dressed, a single thing pushed into the corner of the room. An empty book case gapes from the opposite wall, and a heavy oak trunk, something of an antique and actual worth, rests next to it, previously empty but now filled with at least most of the room occupant's belongings.

Two doors after that, one that stays locked and leads to out, wherever out is, and the other torn off its hinges to reveal a very basic, slightly rundown bathroom. But it works, hot water running at will, a working toilet, partially cracked mirror moderately clean, and towels and bare necessities provided.

It's designed for existing. But not much more than that.

In the real world, Abigail's curled up on the bed in this sparse basement bedroom with it's locked door. Back in a corner, head titled to lean against the wall and be supported by it, blanket drawn about her for warmth. The darkness has settled in long before the noises from upstairs started up. A brothel is only quiet in the late morning it seems. That doesn't stop Abigail from dreaming in what small snatchs of time that she manages. At odds with her surrounding is the small crooked smile on her face.

In the not so real world, she's on her back, looking up at a Louisiana sky that looks like an artist came by and painted perfect clouds across the face of it all. Her limbs are splayed out over an old rubber inner tube that belongs to some big tractor tire. A faded and well loved blue bathing suit on her frame as she floats down a river. Her ass in the water, long legs at angles over the black rubber. How she spent many a lazy afternoon when church, family and chores on top of healing didn't take up her time. It's quiet here.

One shoe in front of the other, the young man has been walking alongside the river for sometime. He's dressed in suspenders, and a collared shirt. Though he seems to be frustrated about the suspenders, as he often glares down at what he's wearing. Regardless, Brian has been faithfully walking at the edge of the river, watching her as she floats down. His hands tucked into his pockets, a piece of straw is in his mouth, flicking back and forth to each side of his mouth.

"You've been following me" The drawl deeper here, than out there. "Why are you following me Brian. You should be with me, on an inner tube. I'm floating away to the ocean. Away from it all. and there's going to be no riverbank for you to follow me with" First one foot, then the other gets dipped into the water as she turns her head towards the older man on the river bank and his dedication. Her fingers play over the surface of the water leaving little trails as she goes.

"Why the hell am I in suspenders." Brian growls, spitting the straw out of his mouth. He tilts his head at her, as he has done so many times. Giving a little smile at her concerns, he steps down the bank and into the river. Though he's not swimming, he's still walking. Just now on the water. He still follows the inner tube, his steps just as sure as they had been in the ground.

"My daddy likes suspenders" Because he likes them, it means that Brian likes them. "you can take them off" Supposed to be that Brian likes them. When Brian makes it close enough along the water, she sinks herself down into the tube, letting her legs curl up and slip through the inside of it so that now her lower body is in the water, arms supported by the black rubber. "Sit" A glance up through damp lashes. "please"

And suddenly, Brian is sitting on the black inner tube, his pants rolled up high so that his legs are dipped into the water, on the inside of the inner tube. Also making it that he's now very close to her. "I don't like them." He says, with a little frown. And then, the suspenders are replaced by just a dark pair of jeans. His attention solely on her.

All of it changes, in the blink of an eye. "Then don't wear them" whispered. She looks downriver, towards the end, and the dark clouds that are amassed there, waiting for the inner tube to wend it's way with it's cargo towards there. "You are going to be angry with me" She hefts herself up, hands dimpling the black as she hauls herself from the inside to park her bathing suit clad rear on the opposite side. The tube rocks back and forth for a moment but doesn't drop it's cargo or overturn it. "I don't want to hit the ocean. Means I'll wake up, and I'd rather be here right now than there" a gesture with one hand, water dripping down in fat drops as she points to the dark clouds.

Her hand is engulfed, and clutched by his. He says nothing, as he tilts his head to the other side still watching her. His features mostly emotionless. Taking her hand, he lowers the pair of their hands from pointing at the impending doom. And instead, his gray eyes which much resemble the clouds forming, simply peer into her eyes.

"What?" Her hand curls in his, fingernails scratching against the inside of his palms as she does. "you are. If I get out of this all, you are. You and so many others. And the funny thing is, I wouldn't be in this trouble if I hadn't have registered. SO I guess, you'll be mad at me, I'll be mad at .. at… Officer Harvard, and then he'll be mad.. well, he'll be mad at me. That's only if anyone ever finds me." Abigail's feet do slow spinning circles in the water, disrupting the captured surface within the inner tube. He succeeded at least in drawing her attention away from the clouds and the mouth of the river.

No words, still. The young man simply watches her. His hand holding hers, the other hand slowly raises, cupping her jawline, his thumb tracing over her cheek gently. Attempting to direct her gaze at him. A deep exhale is given, his eyes growing very soft and warm as she looks at him. He gives a slow sad shake of his head to whatever she was saying before.

Abigail closes her eyes, leaning against the hand that treats her gentle. "You will. Your always upset with me" Abigail shifts again on the tube, the water faring vessel threatening to dislodge it's passengers against as she sprawls across it, distributing weight as she cay rest her head on one thigh, dislodging his hand. One arm swings around his back to hold onto a belt loop near his head and the other dimples the water again, playing the surface like a piano.

Removing his hand as she rests against him, his hand goes to play idly in her hair. "I'm not upset with you." He murmurs softly, finally. Brian brings his other hand, his fingers tracing down her temple to her cheek.

"I'm upset with myself. I'm.. " Abby frowns, her eyes closed off to the imaginary world beyond her eyelids. "I'll stay here, and you can be here. here's there no.. police, no homeland security, no people trying to kill the world, there's no pains to take away. Just you and me the river and god. We can float upstream and we can catch fish and cook it by the river"

"You didn't do anything wrong." Brian consoles. "Everything's going to be fine." He assures her, though there is no smile on his face. His hand goes to push her shoulder slightly, so that her head on his thigh is facing upward. Bending down, he slowly goes to a plant a soft tender kiss on her lips.

'Do you promise?" She whispers as turns her head as prompted, eyes sweeping open for a moment before they close again. Her lips brushing against his far softer than they did in a place so far away with lots of music and people watching. Brian's bottom lip captured between Abigail's, damp blonde hair spread across denim and darkening it as her finger slips inside the belt loop and tightens.

A little smile curls on his lips, pulling back a little. His other hand works it way behind her head, to cradle it. His face moves back in, to plant continue kissing her, longer and deeper, than ever had happened in reality. "I promise." The words aren't said with his mouth, they simply bounce through her head in his voice.

He promises. But promises don't seem to want to be enforced here in as much as they are elsewhere. The innertube has been making it's way down the river at a quicker pace towards the ocean with it's black roiling clouds and choppier water. Even as the bathing suited blonde leans up, return the kisses a set of arms suddenly come from the water inside the inner tube. Wrap around her waist and with unimaginable force start to yank her through, into the water. There's surprise on Abigail's face, blue eyes flying open to try and grab at Brian's shoulders. This was why he had suspenders. So should could grab a hold of them. She realizes this now. "Brian…."

Pulling away from her last kiss, a little smile is residue of the affection still on his face. But his face is suddenly etched with alarm when she is suddenly going down. Frantically scrambling to grab onto her arms, but she just slips out of his grip. His hands unable to grasp her, she slips out of his arms and deeper into the water. His features deeply troubled as he tries to grasp onto her.

Water is wet, and cold and distorts things. One hand tries to keep a hold of Brian the other grabbing at the inner tube. But it's slippery and the hands are strong as with a final yank Abigail's view is distorted by the water between her and Brian. She struggles against the nameless arms that are holding onto her and causing her to sink, getting colder by the moment. She screams his name which only lets out air bubbles that float to the surface of the choppy water and Brian framed by the inner tube. This lets water into her lungs, Abigail thrashing as she sinks from his view, salt water weighing her down.

At the last yank, Abigail startles awake for real, Brian's name yelled out into the dark room. The blanket had fallen down around her feet she realizes it's the sound of keys in the door that woke her up. She blinks awake in the dark room, remembering only fragments of the dream. Brian.. with her, he was saying he promises, promises what? as she was drowning. The door opens and the prostitute who's bringing her evening meal is surprised, one of the less than nice ones, by the calling out of the name, thinking that Abby was calling out for her. "Not Brian sugar, but I'm sure that we'll get a Brian tonight and I can bring him down for you to entertain him chicky"

"Go away Cherry" Hoarsely spoken as she blinks back tears. Her body feels like it's still trapped by water. "Leave me alone. Go back up there and finish selling your body" The flame haired prostitute just jeers at Abby as she thumps down the tray. "Just you wait sugar. It'll be your turn soon enough. Better eat" She turns around, swaying, her form shrouded by a sheer robe and beneath it, a georgian style teddy. She's fresh from her work and likely looking for some more. "Go to hell Cherry"Abigail spits back as the door closes, not having the courage to tell the woman that to her face. Moments later, the healers blanket is back up around her shoulders, warming herself again even as the tears are starting to fall. "God, please, get me out of here" burbled between tears. "Lord give me strength, give me Brians faith"

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