video // 1st contract
Where am I?
[ A young woman - probably late teens, maybe early twenties - with messy crimson hair leans in, staring down at the camera feed with a completely unreadable expression. After a moment, she reaches out and delicately prods it - with the pad of her middle finger, oddly enough.
She holds her arm out a little farther, bringing a bit more of herself into the camera feed. She's unhealthily thin, bones poking against her skin at uncomfortable angles, and - courtesy of a few large, severely inconvenient holes in the bloody nightgown that barely passes for clothing - she's bordering on indecent. Not that she seems to notice or care.
After a few more prods, she leans in again. Her expression remains unchanged, though her green eyes lid slightly. ]
How strange... do you understand me, if you're there? Can anyone hear me?
[ A few more seconds of silence. The camera feed abruptly drops, panning out over the wrecked baseball diamond. After a few moments, it shifts again - whoever is recording is sitting down. ]
...a dream? Or possibly...
[ Silence, save for a few quiet, pained grunts. After a few moments, a male voice speaks in the distance, and the feed abruptly shuts off. ]
[ A young woman - probably late teens, maybe early twenties - with messy crimson hair leans in, staring down at the camera feed with a completely unreadable expression. After a moment, she reaches out and delicately prods it - with the pad of her middle finger, oddly enough.
She holds her arm out a little farther, bringing a bit more of herself into the camera feed. She's unhealthily thin, bones poking against her skin at uncomfortable angles, and - courtesy of a few large, severely inconvenient holes in the bloody nightgown that barely passes for clothing - she's bordering on indecent. Not that she seems to notice or care.
After a few more prods, she leans in again. Her expression remains unchanged, though her green eyes lid slightly. ]
How strange... do you understand me, if you're there? Can anyone hear me?
[ A few more seconds of silence. The camera feed abruptly drops, panning out over the wrecked baseball diamond. After a few moments, it shifts again - whoever is recording is sitting down. ]
...a dream? Or possibly...
[ Silence, save for a few quiet, pained grunts. After a few moments, a male voice speaks in the distance, and the feed abruptly shuts off. ]