Thirtieth Hacking (50% Droning)
Action | Park
[Her name is April Sinclair, she was born in the English Wasteland 25 years ago, she doesn't have a husband or children, she never lived in Mayfield: those are the words April repeats to herself as she paces around the park. Those memories aren't real, she is-ISN'T, she isn't married, she's April Crowley-NO. She stops her pacing and leans her head on a nearby tree, electricity starting to spark around her erratically.]
Dammit, dammit, dammit... [ Okay, one more time. Her name is April Sinclair, she was born in the English Wasteland 25 years ago, she doesn't have a husband or children, she- she's always lived in Mayfield, she went to school here and her parents-... and her parents... She hated her parents, she was thrown out of her home. She never... she never... April growls to herself as the memories battle each other, electricity flaring more brightly and violently around her. Eventually the electricity has to go somewhere and that somewhere is a nearby park bench, and now in the place where the bench was is a small crater that holds a pile of burning and sparking wood. April can only stare in shock and almost horror at the burning pile of wood.]
W-what did I...? [But she knows what she did, and she leans against the tree as her hands gripe at her head, gritting her teeth as it begins to throb painfully.] … What's wrong with me?
[So, there's now a distressed redhead standing in front of small crater containing a destroyed bench. Approach?]
[Her name is April Sinclair, she was born in the English Wasteland 25 years ago, she doesn't have a husband or children, she never lived in Mayfield: those are the words April repeats to herself as she paces around the park. Those memories aren't real, she is-ISN'T, she isn't married, she's April Crowley-NO. She stops her pacing and leans her head on a nearby tree, electricity starting to spark around her erratically.]
Dammit, dammit, dammit... [ Okay, one more time. Her name is April Sinclair, she was born in the English Wasteland 25 years ago, she doesn't have a husband or children, she- she's always lived in Mayfield, she went to school here and her parents-... and her parents... She hated her parents, she was thrown out of her home. She never... she never... April growls to herself as the memories battle each other, electricity flaring more brightly and violently around her. Eventually the electricity has to go somewhere and that somewhere is a nearby park bench, and now in the place where the bench was is a small crater that holds a pile of burning and sparking wood. April can only stare in shock and almost horror at the burning pile of wood.]
W-what did I...? [But she knows what she did, and she leans against the tree as her hands gripe at her head, gritting her teeth as it begins to throb painfully.] … What's wrong with me?
[So, there's now a distressed redhead standing in front of small crater containing a destroyed bench. Approach?]