OOC: This is a dream

Ron was having a sleep over at Bradford's house. He was asleep on the living room sofa. He opened my eyes and saw the time on Bradford's old, brown, General Electric clock was 3:28am. The letters were digital, red and alarming.

Then Ron heard the door knob on the front door start to rattle. He tried to turn his head to see who that could be and suddenly he found out that he couldn't move, his body felt fuzzy and lazy but his mind was alert. The rattling got louder then suddenly stopped. Then Ron heard the front door slowly open. He didn't know who it was but Ron's brain was so sure that it was someone dangerous.

Unable to move, Ron couldn't even make his fingers twitch. His heart was pounding and all he could think was a reoccurring thought, like words suddenly forming in his mind. They were his, but in the way things only make sense in dreams, they were not his until later. Until he learned what the Babble Book would tell him. The words in Ron's head were:

"Oh god, ohgodohgodohgod I gotta move have to warn them pleasepleaseplease move!"

Struggling with all of his might, Ron tried to move.  Or at least to speak or call out against the paralysis.

Ron struggled to move to speak, to do anything

OOC: Ron Rolls Strength + Composure with the following results

0 Successes: Ron Cannot move or speak

1 Success: Ron chooses to move or speak

2 Succcessed: Ron can both move and speak

Ron felt life return to his limbs and rolled off of the couch.  Crouching, hoping to maybe stay out of sight, he ducked behind the couch that he'd been sleeping on just a second before.


[OOC:  Today: Ron King rolled 1 success using 5d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((8,3,2,3,3)).]

Ron crouched behind the couch, his face flush as the blood began to return to his limbs and other parts of his body. His hands, which had been used many times to haul things on the farm, felt weak with pins and needles.

As he peered around the couch, he saw that someone was indeed fidgeting with the doorknob. It twisted and turned until finally the door opened. The figure entering the room cast a long, black shadow onto the ground. The light behind the figure made it nearly impossible to see as it poured into the room.

"Hiya' there Ron!" a familiar voice said. It was Dawn, but somehow, She was different. She was wearing a large, pink Clown wig with a red, bulbous nose. Her skin was palid, gray and sweaty. Her torso was covered with dirty undershirt, streaks of greasy black stains were interrupted only by the red suspenders which held up her baggy clown pants.

"It turns out I'm on Mr. Cherrywink's list! That means I'm gonna grow up to be a big, bad Killer Clown just like him some day! Isn't that great?"

Ron tried to shout that it wasn't great, it was terrible, but couldn't find his voice.  Maybe it hadn't woken up yet.  The pins and needles feeling was like when your arm or leg fell asleep, so maybe his voice was asleep.  Even with the clown outfit, Ron approached Dawn and tried to see if he could pull off the wig, all the while shaking his head no.

As Ron removed the clown wig, he woke up

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Ron: Waking Up and Getting Questions Answered