BZZZ-

[THUNK. Ah, the lovely sound of a communicator hitting a wall. After a minute of silence footsteps can be heard approaching, then a rustle as she picks the device up.]

And here I thought I had lost you for good this time. No such luck, hm?

What do you want me to say? I'm still here. This place is still as miserable and boring as ever. Is that ( Read more... )

BZZZT.

[Fuck you too, communicator. She ignores it and shoves it aside, so have a nice stretch of silence for a while. If you listen carefully, there's some distant sounds of chirping. It sounds a bit insistent...but she ignores that as well. Otherwise, it's quiet right until the feed is about to run out.]

It's still getting colder.

[The shock doesn't even get a reaction out of her this time. There's silence as she checks something on the network, then a clatter as she just drops the device on the floor. She mutters to herself, obviously not caring if it's on or not.]

Almost a week now. It seems that the irritating little bird has flown home ( Read more... )

[The communicator is propped up against something, showing a small stack of papers scattered across a table. A few of them have things written on them, but the words have all been crossed out angrily. The blond girl is resting her head on the pile, gazing blankly at them, looking either bored or half-asleep or both.

There's a fluttering sound and a ( Read more... )

[The communicator is propped up against the cracked window, recording the fighting going on outside through the remaining fog. The girl sighs off-screen.]

Boring, boring. Everyone is just showing off. This place really is no different.