Report 051 - [Accidental Video//Forward-dated to evening]

[followstheflame]

[Riza's PCD turns on to show...nothing of real interest.  She's in the kitchen preparing dinner, cutting up an onion.  Everything seems normal.

And then the knife slips just enough to cut her finger.

She hisses and pulls her hand away before any blood can get on the food, but as she looks at her finger, the blood pooling around the cut, she tenses up.  Her eyes go wide with some unspoken memory and, letting out a whimper, she collapses to the floor, leaning against the counter.  Her eyes are now clenched shut and her hands are shaking, but why?  Surely she didn't cut herself that badly.

But even after a few more moments, she moans to herself and starts to rock, trying to stay calm.]


[ooc:  Say hello to PTSD!Riza.  Comments will be from ghostsinthesand  since she has better icons XD]

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[ghostsinthesand.livejournal.com]

It follows me.

[She looks to the kitchen to try and remember.]

...Pasta, I think.

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[realfolkinblue.livejournal.com]

[He stands, making his way to where the food preparations had begun. He inspects the chopped onion.]

Want a hand?

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[ghostsinthesand.livejournal.com]

No, no, I can do it.

[You know, when she feels comfortable holding a weapon again. Knife. Whatever.]

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[realfolkinblue.livejournal.com]

You sure? I could finish it up if you want.

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[followstheflame]

It would be an inconvenience.

[She stands up and makes her way back to the counter, slowly resuming to the onion cutting.]

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[realfolkinblue.livejournal.com]

You sure? I'm decent in the kitchen.

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[followstheflame]

I'm sure.

[But as she finishes cutting the onion she looks back toward him, though her head is bowed and she has to look up, and changes her mind.]

A-Actually, would you mind heating up some water?

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[realfolkinblue.livejournal.com]

[He gives her a smirk.]

Show me a pot.