Jul 07, 2011 03:16
[An image of an eye, first, then it pulls back to reveal a woman's face. She looks confused for just a moment before her expression changes completely into a pacifying smile.
Still, her hair is a mess and it's obvious she's had trouble trying to tame it. A little further back and you can see the top edges of her frayed dress. If anything, she looks as if she doesn't know how to take care of herself, which is half true.
And then she brings her knuckles up to knock at the camera on the monitor, as if knocking on a door. Waiting for an answer before she stepped through a doorway, or in this case, spoke to everyone.]
Now then, there's no need for fighting. Nor panicking, not much, not really. Not there.
I mean, they're not there. Not here, anyway. Making sense, am I? I should really think so, seeing as they're empty and distracting and people are distracted by them.
[Of course, she's probably the most distracted of all, but not by the ghosts. Too many people, too many thoughts, and none of it made sense. They're all white noise to her, but it makes it hard to hear people actually talking.]
Some of you know me. Tell me, where are we?
rose tyler,
*tardis/idris,
†DAY 05