Jul 24, 2011 12:47
[ When the feed turns on, an image of Piper, with patches of dirt (better than blood) on her pink button-up shirt, can be seen flicking the SERO and AGI pamphlets across the room. Her hand goes to her back where she rubs it, feeling particularly sore in that area - due to being thrown into a wall back home before being brought here, but Piper tries not to think on that. She needs to keep her strength up. Her other hand goes to her hip. ] Thanks for the hospitality but I don't want it. I'm not staying. I need to get home. Is there anyone in this damn hell hole who is able to help me do that?
[ Piper sits down. She's still feeling dizzy from her arrival and trying to fight it only seems to make things worse. She runs a hand through her hair, temporarily forgetting her little device is transmitting this to wherever it transmits to, and seems defeated for a flicker of a second before she starts scowling again.
And, of course, this has to be a plot by the Source. He's always pulling the puppet strings, isnt' he? ] I'm tired of these games, you know. Either come after us or leave us alone. As much as I wanted the holiday, being trapped in some place called the Siren's Port and arriving on a baseball field is not the way I wanted to start it.
You can split us up as many times as you want. My sisters will come find me and we'll vanquish your sorry ass once and for all. [ The feed shuts off. ]
c: elaine belloc,
c: helen magnus,
c: angel,
c: norman jayden,
!: piper halliwell