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Post by Poppy Olivia Sokov. on Nov 27, 2011 21:26:21 GMT -5
 Hot... everything was so hot. Her feet lead her into a hallway where fire was crawling up the walls, engulfing everything in sight. Her vision fell on various burning items, mainly picture frames filled with the same family, joyful and happy, on the burning walls. At the end of the hall she could hear voices, but there was a rhythem to those voices. They spoke in unison... no, they were singing... "Ziua fericit sã vã.... ziua fericit sã vã...." she stopped moving, standing in the middle of the hallway with her hands at her side, lashes drooping to the sound of their singing until her eyes were closed. Happy birthday.... they were singing happy birthday... When she opened her eyes there was a cake in front of her, 7 candles lit in a circle around a figurine of two little girls. The Girls looked completely different, one tall with straight blonde hair and the other tiny and with a head of vicious dark brown curls. Their only simularity being their green eyes. "ziua fericit..." a voice above all others whispered, male... and soft....
She looked to her left where a boy with blonde hair stood, eyes the color of ice and honey... Adam. Her heart fluttered in happiness just seeing him and his smile as his singing suddenly translated into english instead of Russian, "dearest Poppy...." he leaned in, and Poppy found that she couldn't breathe. Everyone continued to sing, "Happy birthday to....--" the voices slurred... no longer sounding happy but demonic. Poppy opened her eyes and found that Adam's were different.... demonic in apperance. His beautiful face started changing into something inhuman vicious.... animal... Poppy opened her mouth to scream but he rushed in, canine teeth singing into her neck... his nails digging into her side...
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Opening her eyes, Poppy threw herself up into a sitting position, her hand clawing at her chest as it heaved up and down. Her entire body was trembling, eyes focused on nothing. In her mind the fire was still crawling up the walls of her bedroom-- far away from Kostroma, Russia where the events of her dream would of taken place. Poppy closed her eyes and slid her hands up into her hair, clawing at her sculp as she began to scream desperately, "Nu!" she gasped in Russian, "NU!!!!!" she shook her head and started to scream louder, the sound carrying as if someone were murdering her.
"Poppy!" Mr. Collins rushed into her room holding some sort of weapon in his hands. When he noticed it was just his foster daughter in the room he came to her side and gripped her forearms but she tried to pull away. "Poppy it's alright!" he explained to her, trying to get her to come back to reality. Poppy continued to scream, fighting her father's grip, "face opreste-te!" she cried in agony, "I-it hurts!!!!!" Mr. Collins stared at her in horror then to his wife and biological dauhter who stood at Poppy's doorway. What was there to do?
"Oh for fucks sake," Linda mumbled, brushing blonde hair from her face with her fingertips. She walked over to Poppy's bed in long strides and whipped her hand across the Russian's face. For the moment it had stopped her screaming, leaving her to just stare at her new family with an empty expression. Mrs. Collins held herself, "Poppy darling, are you alright...? Did you have another bad dream?" Poppy said nothing for what seemed like forever, and when half a minute passed she was on her feet.
"Hey! Poppy!" Mr. Collins was saying, trying to stop her from whatever she was about to do. The girl avoided his hands, grabbing her hoodie from her desk and her boots as she reached her bedroom door. It didn't even cross her mind why she was still in regular clothes at this hour-- the English book on her bed had made no connection in her brain as to what she might of been doing before she fell asleep. None of it mattered right now, not the book, not her foster parents' surprised expressions... she just needed to leave.
"Where do you think you're going!?" Mrs. Collins cried with worry as Poppy brushed past her and hurried down the hall. Poppy didn't answer her, she just let her feet carry her away and out the front door. The second she was there she ran, not caring that she didn't have her boots or her hoodie on-- she just ran. It would be better for her to get away from her house first... that was always better.... who cared how late it was or how dangerous people claimed the night to be....
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Time passed and somehow Poppy managed to make it into the city, where she didn't know or care. With a long sigh she located a bench and sat herself down, letting her breath come in short pants. She was sure that she had lost her family long ago but her need to run was nice... she needed it-- but her feet hurt now. Her green eyes stared down at her feet, only covered by dirty mix-matched socks-- one Domo and one Hello Kitty. Ignoring the dirt, Poppy set her hoodie down on the bench and pulled her boots on. It brought her a bit more warmth in the late Fall night and despite her feelings, she smiled and proceeded to pull on her black hoodie over the I <3 Nerds tanktop.
Poppy began to rub her arms to warm herself up when she heard something a ways down the street. She lifted her head, wind blowing her curly hair back so that her round eyes could see the colorful building that various people were entering. The Russian tilted her head curiously, hearing what she knew was a Saxophone specifically. The melody was smooth... like a slow song. It filled Poppy's ears and relaxed her frightened mind. "Mavbe I hide there...?" she asked herself and then nodded, bringing herself to her feet and making her way towards the building that's sign read "ASHFORD JAZZ CLUB"
Sure, she would probably look a bit different from the other guests but that didn't matter to her... maybe she just needed a good dance... some music... something to calm her down.... Poppy nodded again to reassure herself then walked in behind a large group of people into the smooth atmosphere that the Saxophone created.
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