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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.
action!
action!
action!
[She pushes away from the wall to stand up straight, wobbles a little, almost topples, but catches her hands on the wall again before she loses her legs beneath her completely.]
[Ooookay maybe she can't. She scowls at herself and tries again, but that attempt is even less successful.]
action!
action!
Thank you for all this.
action!
action!
No, I'm not. I went flying a couple times, with Bizarro.
action!
and out come the bug wings. pushing off and lifting into the air hooray!]
Are you still in that building with the crappy elevator?
action!
No, we moved into a house a few months ago, so there aren't any elevators. It's over in [this neighborhood...].
action!
action!
What have you been up to? Other than fighting zombies, I mean.
action!
but perking up!] But that's over and done with so, now it's just...sudden zombies. Which, you know. At least it's not evil friends being evil?
action!
[Slow glance down at BIRD'S-EYE CITY] ... At least everyone was brought back before things got too awful, right?
action!
[banking a light turn whee. high enough to avoid hearing people uh. scream. cause uh. yeah.]
Just hope it doesn't become an annual thing, 'cause...
action!
[Yeeeeah let's avoid that.]