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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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[Such audibly evident control in the voice here.]
If you mean to return home, however, this is not where you should be. You--
...You have my apologies.
[A pause]
[Muttered just loudly enough to hear]
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[She cuts herself off, because ohgod insecurity flaring up like woah. Pause pause pause...]
... Jaime's coming to pick me up.
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[Thinks for a minute before the right gears abruptly click into place regarding where exactly 'home' is.]
[Have a long silence, and then an extremely slow and thoughtful tone of voice.]
Did you... er.
Have you--kept your promise?
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[Longer silence.]
You look the part, at least.
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... This is so strange... I don't know how this happened.
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There will be plenty of time to figure that out.
I'll have something ready for you to eat upon arrival. Wait for Jaime.
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I'll... I'll see you soon?
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