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[The video jerks to life on a crackly video feed, clearly activated only because whatever is recording-her LEP helmet, the only thing she has of her equipment-has been thrown or kicked against a wall. All you can see at a crooked angle is the floor of a bare room and it's silent for a moment-until bare, ragged and tiny feet flit through the frame.
It's followed by the loud bang of someone throwing herself bodily against a very locked door.]
Let me out! Let me out NOW.
You have no right to-
[Another slam. The feet skip through the frame again and stay there long enough for you to see that what was once flesh has deteriorated rapidly. And it's only been a day. The virus consumed Holly in hours; she's half anyone's average height and so it took half the time. The elf releases a sound more animal than human and leaves the frame again, followed by a louder slam-it's quickly followed by the elf herself falling back onto the floor and clearly into the shot.
It's Holly, yes. But only because of the auburn hair, only because of the hazel-and-blue eyes, the pointed ears. The face isn't Holly. It looks like she's gotten at herself, torn at her own skin in her hunger and anger. The gashes can't bleed, not really; her blood is no longer flowing to do so. Her languages lapses in and out of English, Gnommish, any language above and below the Earth.]
I can't... But I need to... so hungry, plea-NO NO NO!
[A string of Gnommish, sounding like nonsense and when translated, really is.]
No, can't eat... won't... I-I am...
[Bright, wild eyes flicker to the camera, uncomprehending for a few seconds of silence, then she hisses and lunges at it. The visual feed splutters and dies.]
[ooc; I hope this is alright. It's more for my own reference than anything else and I know Holly is pretty much incapable of replying should you comment - but feel free to react, as a friend, colleague, etc. She's slipping into a Class C right now but is locked up in the TARDIS courtesy of Niko and the good Doctor. Also, as a note, Holly as a rule doesn't eat meat and the part of her that's still coherent is making sure she at least keeps to that. Sooo, er, that kind of means she's tearing at herself. But hey, she's dead, so. 8D; ]
[The video jerks to life on a crackly video feed, clearly activated only because whatever is recording-her LEP helmet, the only thing she has of her equipment-has been thrown or kicked against a wall. All you can see at a crooked angle is the floor of a bare room and it's silent for a moment-until bare, ragged and tiny feet flit through the frame.
It's followed by the loud bang of someone throwing herself bodily against a very locked door.]
Let me out! Let me out NOW.
You have no right to-
[Another slam. The feet skip through the frame again and stay there long enough for you to see that what was once flesh has deteriorated rapidly. And it's only been a day. The virus consumed Holly in hours; she's half anyone's average height and so it took half the time. The elf releases a sound more animal than human and leaves the frame again, followed by a louder slam-it's quickly followed by the elf herself falling back onto the floor and clearly into the shot.
It's Holly, yes. But only because of the auburn hair, only because of the hazel-and-blue eyes, the pointed ears. The face isn't Holly. It looks like she's gotten at herself, torn at her own skin in her hunger and anger. The gashes can't bleed, not really; her blood is no longer flowing to do so. Her languages lapses in and out of English, Gnommish, any language above and below the Earth.]
I can't... But I need to... so hungry, plea-NO NO NO!
[A string of Gnommish, sounding like nonsense and when translated, really is.]
No, can't eat... won't... I-I am...
[Bright, wild eyes flicker to the camera, uncomprehending for a few seconds of silence, then she hisses and lunges at it. The visual feed splutters and dies.]
[ooc; I hope this is alright. It's more for my own reference than anything else and I know Holly is pretty much incapable of replying should you comment - but feel free to react, as a friend, colleague, etc. She's slipping into a Class C right now but is locked up in the TARDIS courtesy of Niko and the good Doctor. Also, as a note, Holly as a rule doesn't eat meat and the part of her that's still coherent is making sure she at least keeps to that. Sooo, er, that kind of means she's tearing at herself. But hey, she's dead, so. 8D; ]