❝ what's your opinion of the dire situation in our land here ❞ → B R O A D C A S T M I N D
What's your name?
[ She's clean... Sort of anyway. Standing under hot water and putting on the same dirty, short dress does not feel clean. Even her fingernails aren't clean - there's dirt under them from clawing at the dirty cobblestones in alleyways. ]
[ Her head is bowed. Bent, as if to inspect these dirty fingernails, but realistically avoiding his eyes. She's scared, really - and would be shaking if that luke warm water hadn't seemed to numb her skin. ]
Got any family?
[ ... ]
Friends?
[ … ]
Contacts?
[ … ]
A home?
[ … ]
…the hell am I doing - You can at least tell me how old you are. Don't worry, I'm not gonna eat you.
[ …She doesn't really believe him, but looks upward ever so slightly. her hands are sort of cold, and shaking slightly but after a moments hesitation before holding up seven fingers - putting them down - and holding up another seven. ]
…Fourteen? [ …something seems to dawn on that white haired man that may look familiar to many of you. ] You… You can't speak?
[ …no. She can't - hasn't been able to for a while, and it pains her a little bit, but the fact he's so…so nice about it, perhaps. Maybe it's just because he caught on so quickly, but the softest of soft smiles curves her lips. He isn't a bad person, she thinks. He does not look like one. ]
[ Nill shifts on the ratty old motel mattress that seems to shift with her, springs creaking and quailing in a way that's not as frightening as spring creaks have been… before. ]
… Heh. I get it now. Whoever made you decided to take something away in exchange for giving you something else. That's how they'd make sure their creations wouldn't be superior to them. Those damn scientists… That's just like them…
[ A beat. ]
… Me, too. I'm the same…as you.
[ …What? ]
[ She's clean... Sort of anyway. Standing under hot water and putting on the same dirty, short dress does not feel clean. Even her fingernails aren't clean - there's dirt under them from clawing at the dirty cobblestones in alleyways. ]
[ Her head is bowed. Bent, as if to inspect these dirty fingernails, but realistically avoiding his eyes. She's scared, really - and would be shaking if that luke warm water hadn't seemed to numb her skin. ]
Got any family?
[ ... ]
Friends?
[ … ]
Contacts?
[ … ]
A home?
[ … ]
…the hell am I doing - You can at least tell me how old you are. Don't worry, I'm not gonna eat you.
[ …She doesn't really believe him, but looks upward ever so slightly. her hands are sort of cold, and shaking slightly but after a moments hesitation before holding up seven fingers - putting them down - and holding up another seven. ]
…Fourteen? [ …something seems to dawn on that white haired man that may look familiar to many of you. ] You… You can't speak?
[ …no. She can't - hasn't been able to for a while, and it pains her a little bit, but the fact he's so…so nice about it, perhaps. Maybe it's just because he caught on so quickly, but the softest of soft smiles curves her lips. He isn't a bad person, she thinks. He does not look like one. ]
[ Nill shifts on the ratty old motel mattress that seems to shift with her, springs creaking and quailing in a way that's not as frightening as spring creaks have been… before. ]
… Heh. I get it now. Whoever made you decided to take something away in exchange for giving you something else. That's how they'd make sure their creations wouldn't be superior to them. Those damn scientists… That's just like them…
[ A beat. ]
… Me, too. I'm the same…as you.
[ …What? ]