001 // Video
[The video flickers, static running over the screen once or twice. In the background you hear a exasperated growl and suddenly a loud clunk. The screen goes dead again, but a few seconds later it starts up once more, this time the picture is a little clearer although lines continue to run over the image making it look somewhat...well. Frayed. Clearly someone just hit the device off a wall or something hard and firm. The image tilts slightly showing the view, the city scape stretches out, someone's on the roof of a building, the ventilation pipes twist out over the edge. If you're familiar with the city skyline, you'll know they're on top of the new arrivals building. Suddenly, the camera lurches.]
So I - Wait...
[A woman's face appears, washed out and pale. Bedraggled would be the world to describe her at the moment, though a shadow of make up hangs around her eyes and lips. It looks as though it's been washed off in a hurry. The picture flickers again, and she stares intently at the device she's holding in her hands. An exasperated expression crosses her face, followed almost immediately by a flicker of triumph as she appears to play with some settings on the screen, her finger poking directly into the image. She pushes a stray lock of hair back behind her ear, and looks with a amused smile directly down the camera.]
Anyone know where a girl can grab a stiff drink in this place? The medical staff weren't so quick to offer me a scotch on the rocks when I asked for one.
[The smile on her face tells you this isn't completely serious. But still, she could probably use a drink by the look of her. Behind her, the sun is beginning to sink lower. It's quickly approaching dusk and the sky is becoming pink and hazy. She seems oblivious to the threat, either she doesn't know, or she simply doesn't care.]
Also, does everyone arrive that way, in the dirt? I mean please - You'd think someone could think of something a little less violent. It ruined a new dress...
[The babbling you're listening to isn't usual, don't worry. She's a just a little stressed. Mainly because it feels a little like she's been processed through a system she doesn't entirely understand - or like. She has a thing about authority. She's also concussed and feeling a little worse for it.]
So I - Wait...
[A woman's face appears, washed out and pale. Bedraggled would be the world to describe her at the moment, though a shadow of make up hangs around her eyes and lips. It looks as though it's been washed off in a hurry. The picture flickers again, and she stares intently at the device she's holding in her hands. An exasperated expression crosses her face, followed almost immediately by a flicker of triumph as she appears to play with some settings on the screen, her finger poking directly into the image. She pushes a stray lock of hair back behind her ear, and looks with a amused smile directly down the camera.]
Anyone know where a girl can grab a stiff drink in this place? The medical staff weren't so quick to offer me a scotch on the rocks when I asked for one.
[The smile on her face tells you this isn't completely serious. But still, she could probably use a drink by the look of her. Behind her, the sun is beginning to sink lower. It's quickly approaching dusk and the sky is becoming pink and hazy. She seems oblivious to the threat, either she doesn't know, or she simply doesn't care.]
Also, does everyone arrive that way, in the dirt? I mean please - You'd think someone could think of something a little less violent. It ruined a new dress...
[The babbling you're listening to isn't usual, don't worry. She's a just a little stressed. Mainly because it feels a little like she's been processed through a system she doesn't entirely understand - or like. She has a thing about authority. She's also concussed and feeling a little worse for it.]