Issue #1 [Accidental Video]
[The mirror will flicker on to reveal a young woman sitting in the grass. She has already thrown the dress as far away as it will go, and has pulled a wife beater and a pair of jeans on instead. She is in the process of lacing up her black boots, and the air is punctuated with curses.]
Think they can fuckin' put me in a dress, I'll rip them a new one, see if I don't...
[Making this woman stand out more than any other is the fact that her left arm is contrary to the icons entirely metal. It is sleek and shining, kept in good condition, and seems to move just as easily as a normal limb, if the quick lacing of her shoes is anything to go by. She also has an eyepatch, but that seems less important, in contrast.
Finally she turns, and seems to notice the mirror for the first time. She frowns, and moves over to read the scroll there.]
Yeah, yeah, I get it, gatito, leave me alone.
[For a moment she just reads, forehead creased with concentration, then she glances up at the mirror.]
Talk to you? What the fuck does that mean?
Think they can fuckin' put me in a dress, I'll rip them a new one, see if I don't...
[Making this woman stand out more than any other is the fact that her left arm is contrary to the icons entirely metal. It is sleek and shining, kept in good condition, and seems to move just as easily as a normal limb, if the quick lacing of her shoes is anything to go by. She also has an eyepatch, but that seems less important, in contrast.
Finally she turns, and seems to notice the mirror for the first time. She frowns, and moves over to read the scroll there.]
Yeah, yeah, I get it, gatito, leave me alone.
[For a moment she just reads, forehead creased with concentration, then she glances up at the mirror.]
Talk to you? What the fuck does that mean?