OOC: Okays, then. I'll just make my two characters make a blood-pact and go to the dreamworld then, sound good? ;3

BiC: Rachel Fountain was walking home from her school. Stupid her. Stupid-freaking-broken-down-car. She sighed. She supposed she would just have to deal with it. It wasn’t like it was a really long haul back home anyway. It was just annoying.

What Rachel didn’t see was the handsome but strange looking boy who was walking behind her, his two different coloured eyes flashing; one emerald, the other golden. His hair was bleached white, whiter than snow. She didn’t notice him until he was right next behind her. Her hair on the back of her neck prickled. She whirled around. The boy caught her by the wrist.

“Fancy meeting you here,” he said. Rachel’s head was spinning with fear… What was this guy doing here? Who was he? She looked around. Nobody was nearby. My lucky day.

“Let go,” she said firmly. The boy chuckled.

“I’m afraid not. You see, I’m a Luck Stealer from the Dreamworld,” he said, “and I’ve got to make a blood pact with a human.” Rachel stared. Well. That about summed it up. The poor guy was crazy. But he sounded sane, which was weird. It’s just… It didn’t seem like the things he talked about were real. They should be fantasy—right? Well, crap. It might just be real.

“Why do you need a human?” she asked. The boy smiled (a little evilly).

“To make a blood pact. The name’s Squall, by the way. Do we have a deal? It’s not like you’ve got much of a choice,” Squall said. He held out his hand for Rachel to shake. It was then that Rachel noticed the pair of black gloves that were on Squall’s hands. Maybe it had to do with him being a Luck Stealer? Who knew.

“I guess I’m being forced,” Rachel muttered. She reached out… And took Squall’s hand. Instead of shaking it, however, Squall held her hand tightly within his. With his free hand he drew a wicked sharp knife. Rachel’s heart thumped like crazy. She would let go… But Squall’s grip was tighter than reinforced steel. He started muttering words in a strange language.

“Per vox of somnium ego planto is cruor votum eo orbis terrarum. Nos es forever reus.”

Squall’s eyes which had been shut before flickered open. He took the knife and cut the palm of Rachel’s right hand. Then he did the same with his left. He proceeded to press their palms together. Rachel gasped; she felt something being exchanged… Something coming into her… Something going into him. A light glowed for a moment, then faded. Squall took his hand away and smiled with satisfaction.

“The blood pact has been made,” he said. Rachel stared. He took her by the hand again and dragged her into an alley. Rachel gasped once again; there was a… A rip in the wall. It seemed to lead somewhere else… There was something beyond it, she felt.

She and Squall stepped forward and went through the portal.

OOC: Sorry for the long post! O.O And that random language.. That was latin, and it's a really messed up translation from latin to english saying garbled nonsense about blood, promises, dreams, and worlds. x3