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May 01, 2009 20:52

[Journal is sitting on the sand, in front of it a few feet away Alia is sitting, once again it seems a phantom seems to have turned the thing on to record when she had not meant to. Alia's sitting cross legged in the sand, facing the moon as it rises over the dunes. At first's she rocking a little, her head rolling loosely on her neck, she seems very relaxed, as if in a trance... As she speaks the voice that comes out of her mouth is not her own. The words are pulled away by the wind, before they reach the microphone, only snippets of tone, and pitch.
The talking turns into shouting, her hands grabs her head, knees coming up, with her boots dug into the sand.
The shouting turns to screaming ans chocked sobs. after a few moments, she laying on her side in the sand, still holding her head, and trembling, her legs moving slowly in the sand.
the screams subside, and she rolls over.
Her eyes GLOW bright blue as she half looks at the journal, they looked glass over, her mouth open just a little, breaths shallow.]

For I see what I destroy

[ Alia scrambles through the sand, towards the journal, throwing sand about, and then suddenly- the Screen goes dead]

((ooc: Alia pretty far out in the desert so I don't suspect anyone would be able to find her. She not going to die :P she's just a little psycho, don't worry.))

spice trance

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