☥ 1st. {video}
[Charlotte is not having the smoothest of days, which is as far as she'll let herself take that line of thought--she's trying not to dwell on things so much. All it means is that what she wants, more than anything, is to be home, trying to eat something with her tea and maybe even succeeding.
The video feed comes to life after she fumbles with it for a few moments; what it reveals to anyone watching is a tired, slightly nervous young woman with her hair tumbling around her face in a way that suggests it could use some brushing and possibly a wash. When she holds the device farther from her face her black peacoat, buttoned to the very top, just makes her paleness even starker. She speaks so softly it's barely more than a whisper, and there's an apologetic tone to everything she says:]
Ah--hello? I hope I'm doing this right--yes, um, hello, I...think I'm lost? I'm not quite sure where I am, is what I mean, so--I'm definitely lost. If it wouldn't be too much, would someone please tell me where I am? And why there are all these flyers asking if I've given blood? I wouldn't mind, I'd just like to know where this is and--maybe how I could go home?
[she looks around, biting her lip, and attempts to tuck her hair behind her ear--it falls loose pretty much instantly.]
Not that this doesn't seem to be a nice place, I--don't mean I don't think that.
The video feed comes to life after she fumbles with it for a few moments; what it reveals to anyone watching is a tired, slightly nervous young woman with her hair tumbling around her face in a way that suggests it could use some brushing and possibly a wash. When she holds the device farther from her face her black peacoat, buttoned to the very top, just makes her paleness even starker. She speaks so softly it's barely more than a whisper, and there's an apologetic tone to everything she says:]
Ah--hello? I hope I'm doing this right--yes, um, hello, I...think I'm lost? I'm not quite sure where I am, is what I mean, so--I'm definitely lost. If it wouldn't be too much, would someone please tell me where I am? And why there are all these flyers asking if I've given blood? I wouldn't mind, I'd just like to know where this is and--maybe how I could go home?
[she looks around, biting her lip, and attempts to tuck her hair behind her ear--it falls loose pretty much instantly.]
Not that this doesn't seem to be a nice place, I--don't mean I don't think that.