Feb 09, 2010 22:29
Ah!
[A loud clatter and the video turns on. Lucrecia is kneeling on the floor; by the scattered supplies around her it's deducible she tripped. She doesn't look too well, a bit disoriented if the way her gaze is wandering about aimlessly says anything. Aside from the same signs of slow starvation everyone else in the city has been undergoing her bangs are plastered around her face as if she's sweating. Her hand, when she raises it to press against her forehead shakes.]
What's... wrong with me...? I don't... have time for this!
[She tries to stand up, but doesn't get far before falling back down. Rather than making a smart realization from this though she just looks confused.]
Did I get hurt again? I... Oh...no... Was it all a dream? This is just like... Vincent? Vincent!
[She tries to stand up again and manages to get to her feet, but only takes a few steps before face planting.]
Ow... ...When did... we get this pattern on the floor?
((OOC: Little to no food, too much work and being constantly cold it was bound to happen. Lucrecia is exhausted and sick and bit delusional at the moment so she might confuse some people with other people or right out not recognize them at first. Anyone in the hospital feel free to commentlog.))
it's like nibelheim!,
my phd gives me this prerogative,
ic,
this isn't my retconned lab,
discedo