Harry the Dreamer

Harrietta "Harry" MacAuliffe Metahuman • Loner • WOTNA

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The Little Girl in the Street || Open WOTNA

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Harry started slightly as she was grabbed, hair whipping over her face as she was pulled out of the street only moments before certain death. Looking down at the tentacles, her eyes widened, hands shaking slightly as she stepped back slowly out of his grasp. “This…this isn’t real…” she mumbled more to herself than to the man who had just saved her life. “This is just another dream…someone else’s dream…not mine…” her muttering continued as her anxiety levels raised, staring at the man before her in fear. “I just want to wake up…I just want to wake up…”

[monkeyman-montoya]

Kam took a shaky breath  as she stepped away from him. He quickly retracted his tentacles as he looked left and right, hoping no one saw him. “No, no, it’s actually very real.” he said as he heard her mumbling. “No, no dream, real life, lady. Come back to me, now, don’t lose it. You’re very much awake right now.”

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Harry breathed laboriously, each exhale propelling the strands of hair that had fallen into her face forward. She bit her thumb to still the trembling of her hands, her big brown eyes trailing him as though he could vanish at any moment. “You...” she seemed to lose the trail of her words as she looked around in terror, utterly unsure if any of what she was seeing was real. “But you...you just...” customarily, signs of inexplicable phenomenon were clues Harry could use to decipher what was reality and what was fabrication. Metas made that a lot harder. “Are you...are you a metahuman?” she asked hesitantly; that could account for the strange sea creature appendages that had just pulled her out of the street.

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Wake Up || Open WOTNA

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In her own apartment, a terrible scream tore from Harry’s throat as she jolted out of bed, her hair plastered to her cheek with sweat and her mouth still tasting strongly of blood. Instinctively, Harry’s hand flew to her chest, checking for the gaping wound that she felt should be there. To her relief, however, she seemed completely whole, and she leaned back against her headboard, her breath starting to slow to a somewhat regular pace.

Jumping up after only seconds, Harry grabbed her phone on her bedside table, quickly dialing a number she knew by heart. She bit her fingers impatiently as the phone rang; what if Valeria hadn’t woken up? What if Harry had merely been ejected from her dreams? Before any of these fears could take root, Harry heard a click on the other end of the line, signalling someone had picked up. “Val? Val is that you? Are you ok?”

[donttouchcassie]

Val hugged her knees to her chest, trying to calm herself down without waking any of the other rebels in the house. “You’re out. It was a dream. They don’t have you. You’re safe.” But that was a lie. She wasn’t really safe anywhere right now, none of the rebels were. And they had Alice, and Basil, and the Winchesters, and… Listing the names off was making it hard to breathe again until Val heard the phone buzzing beside her.

She picked it up. “Harry? Yeah, it’s me. I’m…” She took a deep breath and swallowed her fears. “I’m fine. Are you? You… You got… I’m so sorry.”

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Harry fidgeted with her hands as she listened on the other end, relieved to hear Val’s voice. “I’m okay,” she assured her, once again feeling for the phantom hole in her chest. “You don’t have to be sorry, it’s not your fault.” Harry stood, rising from her tangle of sheets and walking slowly to the window, gazing out into the streets of Pansaw. “Are you really fine, though? Your mind is...well, I don’t need to tell you it’s a rather hostile environment.” Harry leaned against the windowsill; there was so much she wanted to say to her, so much she wanted to ask. In the end, she decided on “how are the other rebels?” to diffuse some of the tension.

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Wake Up || Open WOTNA

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Harry shook her head, raising her hands slightly again “I didn’t do anything. I just...I saw you crying and...” Harry stopped talking, twiddling her fingers nervously in front of her. After a period of silence, Harry took a step forward, looking at Oliver with sadness and empathy. “I’m sorry, I- I just wanted to help. I couldn’t just leave you there...you were in so much pain...” Harry’s eyes traveled down once more, unsure what to say in a situation like this. She felt wrong, like she had trespassed on something personal and intimate. Harry always carried a piece of the person whose dreams she had seen with her, and she felt responsible for each and every one of them, closer to them than she deserved to be after seeing such a vulnerable part of their soul, including this man.

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Wake Up || Open WOTNA

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In her own apartment, a terrible scream tore from Harry’s throat as she jolted out of bed, her hair plastered to her cheek with sweat and her mouth still tasting strongly of blood. Instinctively, Harry’s hand flew to her chest, checking for the gaping wound that she felt should be there. To her relief, however, she seemed completely whole, and she leaned back against her headboard, her breath starting to slow to a somewhat regular pace.

Jumping up after only seconds, Harry grabbed her phone on her bedside table, quickly dialing a number she knew by heart. She bit her fingers impatiently as the phone rang; what if Valeria hadn’t woken up? What if Harry had merely been ejected from her dreams? Before any of these fears could take root, Harry heard a click on the other end of the line, signalling someone had picked up. “Val? Val is that you? Are you ok?”

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I walked with you once upon a dream || Open WOTNA

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Harry managed to shake her grip off, abandoning the cab mission and making a break across the street. Nearly getting run over, she made a mad dash through the oncoming traffic, causing several cars to screech to a halt and blare their horns in annoyance. Harry paid them no heed, desperate to escape her pursuer.

[charlieimmortal]

Charlie mentally cursed as the girl darted away. She followed her through the traffic, weaving among the cars. “Please, stop! I won’t hurt you, I promise!” She called. “I just want to talk!”

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Running around corners and ducking behind natural obstacles, Harry finally stopped behind a brick-walled drugstore, her heart beating heavily in her chest. She sank to the floor in the dimly lit alley, hoping she’d lost the immortal.

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Harry stopped, biting her tongue as she realized her mistake. She kept quiet, suppressing her raging questions as Lily got her daughter settled. Once Anna was taken care of, she followed Lily as instructed into the kitchen, hanging on her every word. Harry’s fingers fidgeted nervously, the fact that her friend had been interrogated doing little to calm her anxiety.

Harry seemed caught off guard by the redirrection to her meaningless drawing; in truth, she hadn’t even been paying attention to what she was painting. Studying it further, however, she nodded, looking back up at Lily. “I...yeah...last night...” her eyes went back to the picture again, analyzing it further. “I kept seeing it, like an image flashing. Someone...some people were screaming in it.” Harry had forgotten about the dream until now, not having known that it had been a real, significant place. “There was a lot of blood...”

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Wake Up || Open WOTNA

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Harry stood slowly, her back pressed against the wall, eyes still trained warily on the man standing across the room. Which, she had just come to notice, was not, in fact, her room. How she had come to be in Oliver’s home was just as much a mystery to her as it was to him.

“I...I’m not sure,” she answered honestly, looking around the bedroom in bewilderment. “I have been known to...um...sleep walk. It’s possible that I tracked your dream projection in my sleep and walked here without knowing it...” Harry’s voice trailed off as she studied this man’s face, her heart aching from the pain she had witnessed within his mind. “Your family,” she said slowly, softly, her voice sweet and gentle, “are they...did you lose them? Or was it only a nightmare?” Truly Harry did not know; she could not discern between what the mind came up with to use as torture or what was an actual recreation. Still, she did want to help, if she could, maybe even give him a good night’s sleep.

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I walked with you once upon a dream || Open WOTNA

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Harry didn’t stop to answer her question; the moment she was released she sprinted out of the room, charging through the door and out of the library. Confronting this girl was a mistake. Harry didn’t stop to look over her shoulder as she headed out to the sidewalk to hail a cab.

[charlieimmortal]

“Hey wait a minute!” Charlie sprinted out of the room after the girl. “Sorry, sorry!” She called to the other library patrons as she pushed past them to the doors. Bursting out of the library, she glanced around and spotted her trying to hail a cab. “Stop, wait!” She grabbed the girls arm and spun her around. “I’m not going to hurt you. Just answer me!”

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Harry managed to shake her grip off, abandoning the cab mission and making a break across the street. Nearly getting run over, she made a mad dash through the oncoming traffic, causing several cars to screech to a halt and blare their horns in annoyance. Harry paid them no heed, desperate to escape her pursuer.

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Wake Up || Open WOTNA

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Unbalanced and very near the edge of his mattress, Harry tumbled off the bed with the light shove, crashing to the unwelcoming wood floor and backing against his wall (in case he decided on any more rash course of actions). Her eyes filled with fear as he shouted at her, her body trembling slightly as he rose quickly from his bed. His powers did not surprise her, she had already known, but his rage was such a sharp contrast to the man she’d seen only moments ago. She raised her hands again, though they shook weakly in front of her, her long red hair falling gently over her shoulder. “I-It’s not like that,” she stuttered, anxious to get a handle on her nerves. She had no chance of calming him if she herself was freaking out. “I-I’m a meta, just like you. W-Well, not exactly like you. I...I see people’s dreams. B-But I can’t control it; I got sucked into your nightmare by mistake, and when I saw you, I t-tried to help you. That’s the truth, I swear!” she explained quickly, turning her face away from him slightly in case he went on the offensive. She shielded herself pathetically with her raised hands, pulling her knees closer to herself in an effort to become as small as possible. 

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“This is it right here,” said Harry, pointing to the apartment building about 50 feet in front of them. She could sense that this woman’s patience was wearing thin, but she couldn’t afford to let her leave. Harry could be stuck here for months if this was all actually a dream; she wasn’t sure she would be able to stand that again. “I can, ah...” Harry tried to think fast, trying to come up with a reason to make (her name started with an “s,” that much Harry had picked up. Sandra...Sophie...S...occer?) stay until she had figured this out. Out of ideas and time, Harry drew out her last resort, turning to face the stranger. “What do you know about metahumans?”

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Wake Up || Open WOTNA

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Harry was sitting on his bed, clad in her faded pink nightgown, her knees folded under her as she sat to his side, her hand grabbing his shoulder lightly as he bolted up in bed. “Oliver,” she said his name softly, trying to gently pull him back in her direction. “Oliver," she said with slightly more force, turning him to look at her once again. “It’s over now, you’re safe, everything’s alright.” Harry backed off slightly, not wanting to frighten him further, raising her hands to shoulder level in an unthreatening gesture of peace. “I know you don’t know me, but my name is Harry. I’m here to help you...”

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The Little Girl in the Street || Open WOTNA

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Harry seemed even more puzzled by the woman’s bewilderment; hadn’t it been obvious what she was doing? “I was following...” her words trailed off as she turned, looking at the place in the street where the little girl had been only moments before. “I...I was just...” Harry had no plausible explanation for her behavior; nothing that wouldn’t get her thrown back in an institution. “I guess I...wasn’t paying attention.” Clearing her throat, Harry’s eyes trailed to the floor, unsure as to how to get out of this situation. “Thank you, ah, for your...help...” Harry turned again as though expecting the child to return, her gaze lingering on the spot where she had nearly met her untimely demise. 

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Wake Up || Open WOTNA

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“Look at me,” said Harry, pushing loose strands of hair behind Val’s ear, her cheeks damp with tears. “None of this is happening. You’re alright; you’re at home, in your bed, safe. You just need to-” Harry’s words were cut off as a long silver blade was plunged through her chest, a shadowy figure standing behind her clutching the hilt of the sword. The weapon’s tip remained inches from Val’s body, a large red stain spreading quickly over Harry’s white shirt. Eyes wide and pupils blown, Harry coughed, splattering specks of blood on Valeria’s face.

“...wake up...” Harry gasped to her, the bold red liquid dripping from her mouth to her knees where she sat. 

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I walked with you once upon a dream || Open WOTNA

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Harry’s breath picked up in slight panic as she was pushed against the wall, her heart pounding in her chest. “M-My name is Harry MacAuliffe,” she stuttered quickly, squeezing her eyes shut but occasionally peaking them open to see her assailant, “I’m a meta, just like you! I…I see people’s dreams.” She tried twisting away from the woman’s grip to no avail. “I don’t mean to pry, it just- it just happens, I can’t help it, I swear!”

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Charlie peered deeply into the girls’ eye for a moment before letting her go. “What else do you know?” She asked cautiously. “How long have you been seeing my dreams?”

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Harry didn’t stop to answer her question; the moment she was released she sprinted out of the room, charging through the door and out of the library. Confronting this girl was a mistake. Harry didn’t stop to look over her shoulder as she headed out to the sidewalk to hail a cab.

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I walked with you once upon a dream || Open WOTNA

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“Don’t apologize,” said Harry, slouching back into her chair and letting out a small sigh of breath. “It’s not your fault. I’ve seen a lot of nightmares, and I like to help when I can.” Harry’s gaze tended to wander, but this time she did a double take, her head snapping back towards the window and her eyes widening. The red car driving past outside; it was driving backwards. Harry jumped from her chair, spinning to look around the diner, her senses on high alert. “This is a dream,” she said quickly, her breath picking up as her heart pounded in her chest. “All of it-- none of it is real-- it’s all been a dream,” She stumbled back, bumping into a table behind her and grabbing its edge for support, her panic levels rising. She’d been in millions of dreams, but not knowing what was real only worsened her disorder; made her forget her reality. Odds are she would have an unpleasant awakening.

A wet substance tickled her cheeks and she touched her hand to her face, pulling it away to see red liquid staining her fingers. Blood dripped from her eyes like tears, only encouraging her rising panic. She was being ejected from his mind, like a defense system. Soon she’d be forced awake, or into another level of a dream; she could never know for sure.

Harry ran forward, grabbing Axel’s arm desperately. “You have to find me,” she said earnestly, her eyes pleading and afraid. “You have to help-- you have to come find me. You have to save me--” The blood on her fingers colored his arms, the foul stuff dripping onto her shirt now as the room began to grow dark. Something like wind swept through the room before the diner erupted suddenly into flames, though none of its other occupants seemed particularly bothered by being burned alive.

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Wake Up || Open WOTNA

Harry grabbed the person as he/she screamed and sobbed violently, feeling him/her tremble and thrash in her arms and she held him/her tightly. “It’s gonna be ok,” she said comfortingly into his/her ear as she shielded him/her from the terrors of the nightmare. “Listen to me, it’s just a dream, none of this is real--” She pulled back slightly to grab him/her by the shoulders, looking intently into his/her eyes as chaos ensued around them. “You have to wake up, it’s only a dream-- you’ll be ok, I promise!” Having to scream to be heard over the terrible nightmare, she cupped the person’s face in her hand to force him/her to look at her. “Just wake up,” she instructed him/her, wiping a tear away with her thumb.

“Wake up,” she said again.

“Wake up!”

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The Little Girl in the Street || Open WOTNA

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Harry’s eyes widened in only mild surprise as she was pulled out of the street, her red hair whipping past her face as the car zoomed by. She stumbled slightly into the woman who grabbed her hand, nearly toppling them both to the ground. Once they had stood and collected themselves, Harry’s eyebrows pinched together in confusion and concern as she took in the woman’s heavy breathing and disheveled appearance. She touched her arm lightly, her head cocking slightly to one side. “Are you ok?” her tone was genuine and caring, seemingly unbothered by the fact that she had nearly died via automobile impact.