o6 - video
[ After the first note of the evening sirens rings out, this video feed cracks onto the network as suddenly as a flash of lightning. The light is terrible in the image; after the camera trembles initially, faint white stripes emerge from the murky shade of green so dark it could be black. Anybody familiar with the grass of the baseball diamond will know where she is, and know that being there at this time is a bad idea. Not that she has any choice in when the Core pulled her back. The camera seems to swing upwards from her waist level, showing her bared shoulders decorated with slipping dress straps, her shocked expression and the deep night sky above her. ]
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[ Chane's breaths are quick and sharp, cutting through the audio at erratic intervals and barely audible above the whine of the sirens. The camera shakes with each unpredictable breath. Suddenly, they stop, shoulders shuddering and tensing as though the wind was knocked from her as her eyes widen and she stills completely. She recognises that sound. She recognises what it means. ]
...!
[ The NV falls from her hand as her expression crumples; it lands squarely on the ground, showing a sideways view of her shoes- legs trembling, and then her knees hitting the grass, face hidden from sight by her gloved hands. There's no more sound other than the whistle of the wind and the dying sirens as the feed lingers. She's been pulled back when she least expected it. ]
(ooc: she went home for a bit. now she's back!)
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[ Chane's breaths are quick and sharp, cutting through the audio at erratic intervals and barely audible above the whine of the sirens. The camera shakes with each unpredictable breath. Suddenly, they stop, shoulders shuddering and tensing as though the wind was knocked from her as her eyes widen and she stills completely. She recognises that sound. She recognises what it means. ]
...!
[ The NV falls from her hand as her expression crumples; it lands squarely on the ground, showing a sideways view of her shoes- legs trembling, and then her knees hitting the grass, face hidden from sight by her gloved hands. There's no more sound other than the whistle of the wind and the dying sirens as the feed lingers. She's been pulled back when she least expected it. ]
(ooc: she went home for a bit. now she's back!)