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capeandcowl2010-03-17 02:25 pm
dragony) wrote in capeandcowl2010-03-17 02:25 pm
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[Audio: feminine voice, breathing loudly, with concentrated effort. Several false starts for speech—a consonant, a syllable—before a long, shaking inhalation, silence, and a slow release. Then,]
Where did I go?
[It's a child's voice, which may ping some recognition.]
It was... night, wasn't it? I fell, I think, I remember falling, then...
... and I woke up, here, I—
Did I die?
[Noises in the background: something solid clatters against the ground, a thump. Shaky breathing.]
[Video: some fumbling, strange angles, ceiling-window-child. A young girl, somewhere between ten and thirteen, sits on the floor. She's a mess. Her face is smeared with dirt, and there are small clumps of dirt and rocks caught in her pigtailed greenish hair. Her clothes haven't fared any better: aside from the dust and grime, there's more than a few tears in the fabric. Her breathing is a little more even now, but she's still having a hard time of it; she looks like she hasn't slept in weeks.]
Rua?
I want to go home now.
[Audio: feminine voice, breathing loudly, with concentrated effort. Several false starts for speech—a consonant, a syllable—before a long, shaking inhalation, silence, and a slow release. Then,]
Where did I go?
[It's a child's voice, which may ping some recognition.]
It was... night, wasn't it? I fell, I think, I remember falling, then...
... and I woke up, here, I—
Did I die?
[Noises in the background: something solid clatters against the ground, a thump. Shaky breathing.]
[Video: some fumbling, strange angles, ceiling-window-child. A young girl, somewhere between ten and thirteen, sits on the floor. She's a mess. Her face is smeared with dirt, and there are small clumps of dirt and rocks caught in her pigtailed greenish hair. Her clothes haven't fared any better: aside from the dust and grime, there's more than a few tears in the fabric. Her breathing is a little more even now, but she's still having a hard time of it; she looks like she hasn't slept in weeks.]
Rua?
I want to go home now.
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I made sure I got your letters delivered.
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Thank you, Metabee. For everything.
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Rua coming to pick you up?
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[A pause...] I.. don't know. Between arriving here, and where I was at home, last month... I don't remember anything between those times.
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