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[When the CommLink is turned on, the image flickers, and there is the shrill scream of static. It corresponds with an almost painful hiss and a string of muttered curses, from a young, feminine voice, dissonant with the harsh words. Flickers of blonde hair and blurs of orange surface in the screen's static. The voice is distorted, words blotted out.]
Fucking static-- Sick of this-- Can't-- So I press-- Ugh... What a nightmare...
[The static suddenly dissolves from the screen, displaying a bleach-blonde teenage girl leaning over the device, tapping the screen with her finger. She is clad in a somewhat ragged-looking orange turtleneck, and a white vest hangs open, draped around her shoulders. She stares at the screen a moment longer, assuring herself that it is working, then her eyes narrow, glaring fiercely.]
Alright. I'll play your little game. Apparently, Massachusetts is gone, and I have a gun with no ammo-- [She holds up her useless, casually handgun, before quickly dropping it again.] -- and a switchblade with no real blade. [She holds up the switchblade; the edge seems to have been dulled to the point of being not much more than a spoon. The girl scowls, and speaks evenly, calmly, with only the slightest of strain on her voice.] I'm sure I've missed some sort of memo, because last I heard, states don't just blow up and disappear overnight.
Look. Either someone explains some things for me, or your little elevator over there? [She points her switchblade in the direction of the elevator behind her.] Get it. No more people coming into your little establishment. I may not be able to stab anyone with this thing, but I can sure as hell put a dent in something like that if I hit hard enough. And I bet you I can. [It’s a lie-- she is holding up the displayed weapons almost daintily, weakly. There is no way she could use her current item set usefully; she can barely hold the damn things at all. But whoever has done this to her doesn’t need to know that. Then again... the people meandering about behind her are starting to look suspicious. She frowns, stubbornly, as she stares expectantly at the screen, awaiting a response.]
Fucking static-- Sick of this-- Can't-- So I press-- Ugh... What a nightmare...
[The static suddenly dissolves from the screen, displaying a bleach-blonde teenage girl leaning over the device, tapping the screen with her finger. She is clad in a somewhat ragged-looking orange turtleneck, and a white vest hangs open, draped around her shoulders. She stares at the screen a moment longer, assuring herself that it is working, then her eyes narrow, glaring fiercely.]
Alright. I'll play your little game. Apparently, Massachusetts is gone, and I have a gun with no ammo-- [She holds up her useless, casually handgun, before quickly dropping it again.] -- and a switchblade with no real blade. [She holds up the switchblade; the edge seems to have been dulled to the point of being not much more than a spoon. The girl scowls, and speaks evenly, calmly, with only the slightest of strain on her voice.] I'm sure I've missed some sort of memo, because last I heard, states don't just blow up and disappear overnight.
Look. Either someone explains some things for me, or your little elevator over there? [She points her switchblade in the direction of the elevator behind her.] Get it. No more people coming into your little establishment. I may not be able to stab anyone with this thing, but I can sure as hell put a dent in something like that if I hit hard enough. And I bet you I can. [It’s a lie-- she is holding up the displayed weapons almost daintily, weakly. There is no way she could use her current item set usefully; she can barely hold the damn things at all. But whoever has done this to her doesn’t need to know that. Then again... the people meandering about behind her are starting to look suspicious. She frowns, stubbornly, as she stares expectantly at the screen, awaiting a response.]