So, Kara became a thirty-something-year-old version of herself. Memories, maturity, experience, and all. And... It actually got me thinking.

Fifteen years from now, thirty years, whatever. Where will I be? What will I be? Am I still going to be the way I am? I'll probably mature at some point. Flirtation won't be quite so frequent. Maybe I'll be ( Read more... )

[All that's left of Emille's former cell is a pile of rubble and a warped, twisted sheet of metal that once was the locked door. Doors all along the hall have been blown out and emptied. It's been a dozen or so hours since she had broken out, and is currently in hiding, using a large pile of rubble as a concealing shelter. A video feed comes up, ( Read more... )

[The audio cuts in abruptly, followed by clattering of the device against a stoney ground, and the sound of flesh hitting metal.]

Lemme out!! You can't do this!! I-- I didn't even mean to do it!!

[More banging against the doorway, until it ceases suddenly. Everything goes quiet... then a soft thud. Emille's voice seems a bit closer to the device now ( Read more... )

What the--

Oh, this is getting ridiculous. Did the lights go out or someth--

...

Thelma?! Please tell me you're not a flesh-eating zombie!

Is everyone okay? May as well do a check up early.

[ooc: The mental scars of the zombie curse are still just the slightest bit fresh on her mind, and moreso now thanks to a similar intro. All posts are voice, as she ( Read more... )

[The video cuts into an old, steel-walled, completely sealed room that has the water sprinkler system running at a constant. Emille is drenched, banging on the walls, the water up to her knees by this point. She thrusts a hand out, and a burst of flame quickly pushes against the wall, but to no avail, not even a dent. The only result is that Emille ( Read more... )

( Cut for vulgar language and sudden switch of sexual organs. )

[Video clicks in, at an angle, the device obviously dropped on the floor, up against something; judging by the surrounding floor, it's held up by some old clothes that haven't been put away. The angle captures a good view of the bathroom, and Emille kneels down over the toilet, clinging on as she vomits. Her skin seems oddly pale, and movement ( Read more... )

[Begin Memory Theater]

Now displayed, shortly after Emille finally tries to choke down the last memory and forget about home, is the memory of her last boyfriend. It's a scattered memory, featuring screaming, broken vodka bottles, a bent mic stand, and a man shouting in blood-curdling horror as he's set on fire, flesh and skin melting before a ( Read more... )