Oct 23, 2008 10:45
[Transmission cuts in, to the sound of soft groaning and grass rustling]
...w-what... D-Dominic? Dominic, are you here--?
No, you're not here, you wouldn't leave me here in this stupid grass... really itchy.
Dominic, you... you jerk, leaving me here!
I... I thought you wouldn't leave, I thought you loved me! You said you loved me!
[She squeaks, as if almost crying, before sniffling loudly. There's silence for a moment as she discovers the communicator. The grass rustles again, and she laughs dryly.]
Oh... my nose is bleeding again. And you can't help me, can you, Dominic? Dominic, can you hear me in this thing? Ha... I bet you can't...
Maybe you're dead, maybe that's it.
[She laughs a bit more, though it sounds airy. She sounds distracted with the next part.]
I wonder why I bleed so much... Whoever is out there, if you can hear me... my suit doesn't soak up blood, can you just bring me a towel, or something?
[[ooc: yeah, she's just sitting in a grass patch in something like a plug-suit, and totally gushin'. Oh, did I forget to mention she's also quite bipolar on or off her special meds? XD]]
crying for dominic who isn't there,
anemone,
bloody mess,
entrance