video ● eleventh reflection
Dec. 22nd, 2010 10:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
straying[ FORWARD-DATED TO THE EVENING OF THE 23RD. (As tags will be slow for a while after.) ]
[There's a click as the feed starts and Saya hums a bit. She looks a bit tired but there's nothing about her demeanor that specifically tells that she's been haunted for the last couple days.]
The eve of Christmas Eve, guys! I figure most of us are pushing back our holiday plans considering everything that's happening, but I've found the most reliable mailman, so I hope some of you get your presents! Is everyone managing with your ghosts, though? I had one of my own but I haven't seen him lately. Then again, he always had that habit with disappearing. But if you ever need a place to crash or someone to talk to, you know where to go~
[She grins cheekily. Though suddenly her expression is confused.
What was that chill?
Will you continue to destroy others, witch?
The air is electrified. Everything is tense. Every fiber of her being on edge. Him. That voice. That insult. Only he would- Only her murderer would.
The broadcast is left forgotten as she whips around in her chair, her back to the SFC now as it lay on the table, entirely neglected. Because all at once, she's forgotten. Forgotten the curse, forgotten the ghosts, forgotten everything. Only remembering that she is facing the man who took her life.
Nevermind that this voice is only in her head.]
H-Hey.... I-I liked Train better. Why are you here? I don't want to- to....
[--to die again.
Her voice shakes, much as her frame does now. All the worldly experience that she exudes in her posture and confidence has been stripped from her now, just as she feels that the world has been yanked from underneath her.
Train Train Train. You don't even deserve to say his name, witch! He's not here to save you now. And truly, I will not fail to cut out your heart-
She leaps to her feet and knocks the SFC off the table in her haste. It clicks off. There will be no audience as she loses her mind.]
[There's a click as the feed starts and Saya hums a bit. She looks a bit tired but there's nothing about her demeanor that specifically tells that she's been haunted for the last couple days.]
The eve of Christmas Eve, guys! I figure most of us are pushing back our holiday plans considering everything that's happening, but I've found the most reliable mailman, so I hope some of you get your presents! Is everyone managing with your ghosts, though? I had one of my own but I haven't seen him lately. Then again, he always had that habit with disappearing. But if you ever need a place to crash or someone to talk to, you know where to go~
[She grins cheekily. Though suddenly her expression is confused.
What was that chill?
Will you continue to destroy others, witch?
The air is electrified. Everything is tense. Every fiber of her being on edge. Him. That voice. That insult. Only he would- Only her murderer would.
The broadcast is left forgotten as she whips around in her chair, her back to the SFC now as it lay on the table, entirely neglected. Because all at once, she's forgotten. Forgotten the curse, forgotten the ghosts, forgotten everything. Only remembering that she is facing the man who took her life.
Nevermind that this voice is only in her head.]
H-Hey.... I-I liked Train better. Why are you here? I don't want to- to....
[--to die again.
Her voice shakes, much as her frame does now. All the worldly experience that she exudes in her posture and confidence has been stripped from her now, just as she feels that the world has been yanked from underneath her.
Train Train Train. You don't even deserve to say his name, witch! He's not here to save you now. And truly, I will not fail to cut out your heart-
She leaps to her feet and knocks the SFC off the table in her haste. It clicks off. There will be no audience as she loses her mind.]
Tags:
- !ic,
- !video,
- a little shaken,
- an assassin that's only in your head,
- can after-life get any worse,
- curiosity killed the--,
- dana needs some self-control,
- fml forever,
- have some angst,
- have some insanity,
- have some paranoia,
- how about no,
- how do you fight off an assassin,
- i see living people,
- is this teal deer yet,
- moments of weakness?,
- psycho boyfriend out to get me,
- take your own goddamn advice saya,
- why we can't have nice things,
- wtf this curse
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Date: 2010-12-24 08:21 am (UTC)[action]
Date: 2010-12-24 08:25 am (UTC)[action]
Date: 2010-12-24 08:26 am (UTC)Reluctant.
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Date: 2010-12-24 08:28 am (UTC)You noticed!
Hmm.. Tomato.
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Date: 2010-12-24 08:31 am (UTC)Olive.
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Date: 2010-12-24 08:33 am (UTC)Energy.
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Date: 2010-12-24 08:34 am (UTC)Yellow.
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Date: 2010-12-24 08:35 am (UTC)Jello!
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Date: 2010-12-24 08:36 am (UTC)Hm, fellow.
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Date: 2010-12-24 08:38 am (UTC)Mellow.
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Date: 2010-12-24 08:39 am (UTC)Cello.
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Date: 2010-12-24 08:41 am (UTC)Hello~
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Date: 2010-12-24 08:45 am (UTC)Bellow.
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Date: 2010-12-24 08:51 am (UTC)Pe- ... Pill... ow?
[... Yeah, she can't think of anything. A laugh.]
... share your talents with me some time. I'm gonna have to forfeit for lack of vocabulary.
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Date: 2010-12-24 08:58 am (UTC)Should we try a different word game? How about word association?
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Date: 2010-12-24 09:08 am (UTC)Happiness.
[She's curious about what kind of person you are, Obi.]
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Date: 2010-12-24 09:13 am (UTC)[action]
Date: 2010-12-24 09:17 am (UTC)How cheesey of you, Obi.
Medieval.
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Date: 2010-12-24 09:20 am (UTC)Knights.
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Date: 2010-12-24 09:21 am (UTC)Princesses.
[Guess who's watched one too many movies?]
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Date: 2010-12-24 09:22 am (UTC)Dresses.
[he's wondering if he should have given her a little princess costume.]
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Date: 2010-12-24 09:23 am (UTC)[She makes a face at that.]
Limiting.
[That's a no.]
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Date: 2010-12-24 09:24 am (UTC)Carriages.
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Date: 2010-12-24 09:26 am (UTC)[A look of contemplation. She really doesn't know much about history.]
... they're at least somewhat related, right?
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Date: 2010-12-24 09:27 am (UTC)Traveling.
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From:[action] LJ WHY DID YOU EAT MY TAG?
From:[action] IT DIDN'T LIKE IT??
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From:[action] SOB ONLY MOST OF THE TIME
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