030 [AUDIO]
[Evelyn is not defenseless - nor is she completely safeguarded. Her time on the Elegante has taught her this. She can hold her own in certain situations but … but not always. She can’t constantly be safe. There are always circumstances where she’ll be able to do nothing.
It scares her.
The communicator clicks on and there’s the quiet rustling of sheets, then a few moments of silence.]
Nuh-…never trust anyone who s-s-says they j-…just want to help. That’s tw-twice now. Twice.
[Shuffle, rustle. A shaky exhale. It hasn’t hit her yet, the severity of the situation, what she’s lost. She’s feeling for scars now, confirmation that it wasn’t all a dream -
There are scars all over her lower torso. Rough and jagged. Something had been taken out of her, she dimly remembers, and -- and --
She realizes now. Oh, God. Another few moments of silence pass, and then muffled sobs can be heard. She‘s talking to herself more than anything now.]
C-C-Cadence, I’m -- I’m s-…so sorry, so sorry, this -- … I could have duh-done something, should have, this is m-…my fault…
Chrissie … Amaria, I shouldn’t huh-have said what I said in the beg-…beginning…
Oh God. Why does --
…
[Click.]
[[ooc; this is, uhm, forward-dated to around 8pm. impatient muns are impatient]]
It scares her.
The communicator clicks on and there’s the quiet rustling of sheets, then a few moments of silence.]
Nuh-…never trust anyone who s-s-says they j-…just want to help. That’s tw-twice now. Twice.
[Shuffle, rustle. A shaky exhale. It hasn’t hit her yet, the severity of the situation, what she’s lost. She’s feeling for scars now, confirmation that it wasn’t all a dream -
There are scars all over her lower torso. Rough and jagged. Something had been taken out of her, she dimly remembers, and -- and --
She realizes now. Oh, God. Another few moments of silence pass, and then muffled sobs can be heard. She‘s talking to herself more than anything now.]
C-C-Cadence, I’m -- I’m s-…so sorry, so sorry, this -- … I could have duh-done something, should have, this is m-…my fault…
Chrissie … Amaria, I shouldn’t huh-have said what I said in the beg-…beginning…
Oh God. Why does --
…
[Click.]
[[ooc; this is, uhm, forward-dated to around 8pm. impatient muns are impatient]]