[ The video clicks on to the image of the most adorable German Shepard mix on the entire damn planet. She's wagging her tail so hard it is amazing that her hindquarters is still there. ]

Who's dat good dog? Whoizzatguddog?

[ The speaker is obviously Zoey. Attempting to baby talk. Watch out.

The mutt barks. ]

Yes, you are! Yes, you - [ The puppy ( Read more... )

( now that i'm unbreakable )

[ It has been a long, long time since last time she made a post to the network. In August, the time of her birthday, in fact. A month after her death. Three months later, and she still wave up with shivers. No excuse, though. It happened, she's alive now, and the water is underneath the bridge. Well no, not really. Actually, it's not under the ( Read more... )

Well, today is my birthday. I'll turn twenty today - two freaking decades old. Kinda weird, there. No wonder why my mom used to be depressed when her birthday come around.

[ In the background, you might hear the garbled crackle of a radio, a man muttering some reports, the words muddled by the static. ]

On the other hand,  that's my age before I got ( Read more... )

[  The next time Zoey makes another video post, she looks like she's in a rumpled nightie, covered up by a robe. This time, her hair is loose and a little bit messy ( Read more... )

 [ The video clicks on, with Zoey in some sort of building, with voices carrying over, papers being shuffled around.  She's in her street clothes, and looks like she's getting ready to pull some patrols she volunteered for. She has some band-aids on her forehead, from the scrapes she gotten herself into into breaking up fights. ]

Well, training went ( Read more... )

[ The last time Zoey makes a post, she was looking rough, with dirt and grease and blood on her skin and a dirty pink jacket that's on the brink of tatters. This time, Zoey is a lot more clean, hair looking healthy, and is wearing a black t-shirt she bought from using the Newcomer funds. The expression on her face in the previous post was grim, dry ( Read more... )

[ In the depths of the Darkness, gunshots echoed through the night. A young voice calls out, feminine but blunted by life’s gravity, spilling out swears as easily as her rifle ejects empty shells. ]

Francis! Louis!

[ A screech filters through, something inhuman - or maybe it once was human - before a wet schunk splatters to the ground, like maybe a ( Read more... )