{Static, followed by a barely audible whisper.}

I don't like this.

{...

. . .

. . .}

It's not right!

{The pale face of a frightened flower-girl appears on the screen for a moment. Then the feed fizzes out, leaving Aerith alone in a cramped dark corner.}

A new beginning. {Aerith's dreamy voice drifts over the feed.} Let's celebrate it~.

{She keeps her words deceptively vague as she switches over to video. Nothing seems to change about the flower-girl. From her mischievous green eyes to her almost haunting smile, she remains as she has always been.}

I know the secret. {Holding up a single ( Read more... )

{Aerith is sitting on the train, smiling mischievously. Every so often, she swings her legs and looks out the window. One could almost forget she's an adult. With the way she's acting, she seems every bit a child.}

I'm not sure where I'm going, but that's kind of fun, don't you think? {She tilts her head and smiles at the camera.} Having ( Read more... )

{Thanks to the break this week, Aerith has been a busy little beeflower-girl. When the screen turns on, she is sitting on an ornamental stone, surrounded by blooms in various colors. Her hair is down - it reaches down to her lower back where it curls gently. She is combing her fingers through it, though her eyes are unfocused - as if her mind is ( Read more... )

Hello~! [For once, Aerith is not in the Biodome. She is actually out and about, visiting people randomly.]

Are you having a good day? [She pauses to chat with someone, her brown braid swishing to and fro merrily.] I don't know. I think they're almost ready, but they have their own clocks. I don't like forcing them unless I have to.

[The ( Read more... )

Where did you go? Are you waiting for me? Or have you moved on?

[The writing pauses as if Aerith is thinking about said questions.]

Do you miss someone from home? [This is directed at the universal "you".] Does it pass with time? [She should know the answer to that question yet...she doesn't. Even in death, she missed her friends and her ( Read more... )

[Now here's a surprising image - Aerith with a hammer. And is that nails? She is sitting on the ground in the biodome, her brow furrowed in concentration.]

I use...this...to hold these... [She eyes four planks of wood. There is also a thinner sheet of wood.] together?

Hmmm... [Raising the hammer, she bites her lip and sets the first nail in ( Read more... )

It's...gone. [Aerith looks crushed. She is standing in the midst of the ruined biodome.] Who can fix this?

[Kneeling down, she picks up some withered flowers. A few petals fall to the ground pathetically.]

There...was life here. [Her brow furrows.] Who did this? [Yes, she is mad.] I want some answers.

[At first, there is only a quiet "hmmm...". But, then, a soft, sweet voice speaks.]

I never expected to be like this again. [She sounds bemused, though she is slowly coming to terms with her (now) beating heart.] I don't know how I feel about it. Maybe I need to give myself some time?

[Would it be better to laugh or cry? She's not sure.] ( Read more... )