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wolfishsurvivalist) wrote2010-07-07 04:14 pm
wolfishsurvivalist) wrote2010-07-07 04:14 pm
✖ thirty-seventh trauma//timewarp - Accidental Video ✖
[The phone is knocked to the floor and bounces, giving everyone a skewed view of someone bolting upright in bed, breathing heavily and looking around in a panic. A huff of disbelief escapes them, and they swing their legs over the side of the bed. The huff turns to a low chuckle, which slowly changes to derisive and almost hysterical laughter.]
I knew it. I knew it! [The hysteria is obvious in the voice, the woman bending over enough for the camera to pick up her face, one hand covering her eyes and her lips pulled back in a grimace that was almost a little too unhinged. Thick pale hair frames her face, her ears flattened against her scalp as the rest of her long brown hair is pulled to the side in a braid. The laughter peters off into tears before Mika has a chance to control herself, swiping her face with her hand. She's lost weight, a lot of weight, as her skinny jeans are loose on her and the belt she wore all the time is as tight as it can get and still hangs low on her hips.
She bends down to scoop up her phone, glancing around to regain her bearings before heading out.]
Deuce? Rubi? Dante?
Anybody still here or am I the last person left in this dump now?
[If the fading and the length of Mika's hair is anything to go by, it's been a long, long time since she's been in the apartments, and she doesn't seem too thrilled to be back.]
Please tell me I'm not stuck here by myself, or I think I'm going to jump off the roof.
((ooc: Ziri fail is fail, can I backdate this to Monday night/Tuesday morning? *did not expect to be so tired* :<c))
I knew it. I knew it! [The hysteria is obvious in the voice, the woman bending over enough for the camera to pick up her face, one hand covering her eyes and her lips pulled back in a grimace that was almost a little too unhinged. Thick pale hair frames her face, her ears flattened against her scalp as the rest of her long brown hair is pulled to the side in a braid. The laughter peters off into tears before Mika has a chance to control herself, swiping her face with her hand. She's lost weight, a lot of weight, as her skinny jeans are loose on her and the belt she wore all the time is as tight as it can get and still hangs low on her hips.
She bends down to scoop up her phone, glancing around to regain her bearings before heading out.]
Deuce? Rubi? Dante?
Anybody still here or am I the last person left in this dump now?
[If the fading and the length of Mika's hair is anything to go by, it's been a long, long time since she's been in the apartments, and she doesn't seem too thrilled to be back.]
Please tell me I'm not stuck here by myself, or I think I'm going to jump off the roof.
((ooc: Ziri fail is fail, can I backdate this to Monday night/Tuesday morning? *did not expect to be so tired* :<c))