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Report 068 - [Accidental Video]
Jan. 12th, 2012 03:20 am[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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