May 26, 2011 22:20
[A flash of lightning...shadows dancing without a source of light...green sky and orange sand...violet sun hung in liquid air...
Nothing. And that was immensely frustrating.]
Damn.
[The place is strange and her face shows it, green eyes containing a mixture of smothered anger and confusion, vibrant red hair curled and arranged perfectly around her face as she examines the camera. She's seen a lot of strange things, and this was a strange kind of Shadow, so it isn't all that surprising only...strange. She should have been leaving, not stuck with someone else's camera in her pocket.]
If this is someone's idea of irony...
[She doesn't finish the sentence, just the hint of a knife-edged danger laced through her voice. Whoever had trapped her here would pay. Not today, perhaps, but she would find out and she would make them regret it.
A thought occurs to her about then, and she removes a package of cards from a pocket of her dress, removes one, and stares at it for several moments. When nothing happens, she sighs, and tries to keep the frustration off of her face as she turns back to the camera.
Curioser and curioser.]
Well. I assume that this broadcasts to somewhere. Is someone willing to help a poor lost girl?
[character] fiona barimen