Report 068 - [Accidental Video]
Jan. 12th, 2012 03:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
followstheflame[Riza is standing in a bedroom, or what was once a bedroom. It's obviously been damaged by the fire, light flooding into it from the giant hole in the roof, or what used to be the roof if it hadn't fallen in, bits scattered on the bed and floor. Every step Riza takes makes a small cloud of ash rise up just slightly.
It's so quiet and still, utterly lifeless.
She moves to the door of the closet, slowly and carefully turning the knob and opening it, but the hinges have melted and welded into immovable parts. The door then separates from the frame, weakened by the fires, and falls out of her grasp, making more debris fly up. She moves away before it gets in her face.
In that moment, one can see that light floods into the closet, as well; the roof was not spared for that particular spot, either. When Riza looks into the closet, her back to the PCD, her shoulders slump in obvious disappointment.]
No...
[She reaches in and pulls out a tattered and dirty dress, cradling it in her arms. As she turns around, the sadness is evident on her face, and she falls to her knees, not caring about anything on the ground or around her.
Her wedding dress is ruined.
She sits there for a few seconds, just looking down at the garment, until something seems to finally click in and she pulls it, and her knees, to her chest, burying her face into the fabric as her shoulders shake with that first sob that lets loose the floodgates.
The PCD records this for a moment longer and then shuts off.]
It's so quiet and still, utterly lifeless.
She moves to the door of the closet, slowly and carefully turning the knob and opening it, but the hinges have melted and welded into immovable parts. The door then separates from the frame, weakened by the fires, and falls out of her grasp, making more debris fly up. She moves away before it gets in her face.
In that moment, one can see that light floods into the closet, as well; the roof was not spared for that particular spot, either. When Riza looks into the closet, her back to the PCD, her shoulders slump in obvious disappointment.]
No...
[She reaches in and pulls out a tattered and dirty dress, cradling it in her arms. As she turns around, the sadness is evident on her face, and she falls to her knees, not caring about anything on the ground or around her.
Her wedding dress is ruined.
She sits there for a few seconds, just looking down at the garment, until something seems to finally click in and she pulls it, and her knees, to her chest, burying her face into the fabric as her shoulders shake with that first sob that lets loose the floodgates.
The PCD records this for a moment longer and then shuts off.]
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Date: 2012-01-12 08:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-12 08:46 am (UTC)What...?
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Date: 2012-01-12 08:52 am (UTC)The PCDs are good at recording when we would rather they do not.
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Date: 2012-01-12 08:55 am (UTC)Dammit...
[She quickly wipes her face with the back of her hand.]
You weren't supposed to see that.
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Date: 2012-01-12 09:12 am (UTC)It's nothing to be ashamed of.
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Date: 2012-01-12 09:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-12 10:13 am (UTC)It seems we are both looking for new residencies.
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Date: 2012-01-12 10:16 am (UTC)We'll figure it out, I'm sure.
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Date: 2012-01-12 10:20 am (UTC)Not that it makes losing the objects much easier.
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Date: 2012-01-12 10:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-12 10:39 am (UTC)Do you have food? I have been hunting for others, and there is more meat still.
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Date: 2012-01-12 12:30 pm (UTC)[It's said to herself, but loud enough for him to hear.]
Not much made it, but I don't know where I'd keep any fresh food right now, anyway. I don't even know where I'll be staying for the time being.
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Date: 2012-01-12 03:11 pm (UTC)If you need meat for any meal, you can message me.
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Date: 2012-01-12 11:36 pm (UTC)Maybe.
What's your name? So I can find you later.
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Date: 2012-01-12 11:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-12 11:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-13 12:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-13 12:40 am (UTC)Yeah...
Waits a while before responding to this. -video
Date: 2012-01-12 12:24 pm (UTC)-=Goodness, he sounds like he actually deserves the rank of Major, there.=-
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Date: 2012-01-12 12:34 pm (UTC)Edward?
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Date: 2012-01-12 11:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-12 11:53 pm (UTC)Ruined. All that's left is to salvage whatever I can.
[Spoilers: There's not much.]
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Date: 2012-01-13 12:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-13 12:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-13 01:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-13 01:20 am (UTC)I guess it can't hurt.
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Date: 2012-01-13 01:34 am (UTC)I'll be there shortly.
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Date: 2012-01-13 01:50 am (UTC)[She'll be around...somewhere. In fact, you'll probably be able to see her from the outside.]
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Date: 2012-01-13 02:06 am (UTC)Hey.
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Date: 2012-01-13 02:21 am (UTC)Well, he looks pretty awful, but she's sure she doesn't look any better.]
Edward. In here.
[She would say to use the front door, but it doesn't really matter at this point.]
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Date: 2012-01-13 02:40 am (UTC)-=Edward steps inside, sees the dress and then looks away. That wall over there. That's good.=-
Ah, where do you want me to start?