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Monday, December 19th, The Midnight Channel

Dec 19, 2011 03:05

Who: The Port's Latest Shadow Televisions Stars! And Thousands of Home Viewers!
When: Midnight, Monday, December 19th
Where: In front of your Television Sets or Streaming NV TV. (Digital Cable? You'll still get the analog effect.)
Summary: Full Plot Details Here
Warnings: Please Put 'em In the Subject Lines As Necessary, Kids?

( I We are living our lives, abound with so much information )

lucifer, saint michael, *event, loki, nami, dick grayson, pickles the drummer, *npc: city characters, *open log, dr. john seward, abraham van helsing, chuck shurley, xemnas, youko nakajima, tyrell

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namiwasheretoo December 19 2011, 08:29:07 UTC

[The video shows Nami dressed in a flowered printed yellow shirt and cut off shorts, though it was all dirty, as if she had been in it for weeks, stains and blood here and there. The room she is in will only be recognized by a few people. It’s cold, dank and dirty, very old looking. A single cot like bed is where she is seated, arms wrapped around slender bare legs, head in her knees. She looked sick]

Why couldn’t it be the others. Why not Zoro or Sanji? Luffy or Franky? Why did it have to be me here? I wish it were them. Why didn’t they come here. Why didn’t they come save me? Why didn’t they break me out of here? They damn well need me so why didn’t they come?

[She choked and covers her mouth with the back o0f her hand before falling over the edge of the bed to grab a small bed pan, leaning over to vomit into it. She chokes a moment, a broken dirty bandaged hand wiping over her mouth before coughing on words]

They’ll find out.

I can’t eat. It’s his fault. I can’t handle it. Those children. How long were they dead before he... before he cut them up and... and... Oh god, I can’t...

They’ll all find out... [she coughed again, leaned over and vomited, her hand grasping the blankets. A small clay frog fell from the bed to the ground with an oddly LOUD clatter for something so soft. It echoed loudly in the room over her vomiting sounds. She wiped her mouth off again and sobbed]

They’ll all find out, about the riot and the fire. Why I didn’t find any of them. Why I didn’t try to find my friends, to save them. It... it hurt to much. Running into... into him. Even the darkness doesn’t scare me as much as that.

I’m not strong. I don’t want all these businesses. I don’t want to be depended on. Why can’t I depend on others? I’m not strong... why can’t I just work for Sam and not have to deal with everything? I don’t need the money anymore. I’m not trying to save anyone. Why can’t I just let someone else deal with it all?

[The crying starts, and she looks a lot younger then before. Her hands cover her face as she whines]

They all leave me. If I was stronger maybe they would stay. In and out. In and out. I can’t handle telling them anymore. Telling them where they are.

They’ll find out. That’s why they leave. They find out and leave. Luffy wouldn’t want me on his crew. I’m not strong enough. That’s why they keep leaving...

[the video ends with the girl grasping the small clay frog in her hands, slumped into the old asylum bed. Her eyes look dull as she stares off, words fading off...]

You’re weak and they’re going to find out...

[reaction/action] namiwasheretoo December 19 2011, 08:35:32 UTC

[She was at the small empty house by the farm, hiding out in order to try and relax. She found it easier to drive out here in the middle of no where to rest ten she did in the city. It was also closer to the waters so it helped calm her.]

[That video however wasn’t calming. Nami will not be going out to look for that. She’s not going to do much of anything but sit there and feel sick. She’ll tell herself that she is fine, that everything is fine, and that she doesn’t know what that was about. She wants to deny that, all of that, though it’s very hard to do, all things considering]

[Half way through she tried unplugging the TV but that didn’t work. She threw something at the screen shortly after, breaking it, but that was a mistake. The moment the seeping darkness started to spread out through the small house, she panicked.]

I’m strong, I can do this, I’m strong, I can do this... [She said to herself over and over. She already felt horrible, the memories streaming back into her mind about that place. She had been trying so hard to get ride of all those memories. With the smell of the seeping darkness and those memories, she nearly wretched again.]

I can’t do this...

[she shuddered as she grabbed her bag, darting out of the compromised house and moving for her car. She wasn't dumb enough to stick around for this. A swift thunder storm building around the place with cold gusts kicked up, lighting up monsters with bolts rolling across the short expanse of sky. Her emotions as well as hands controlling up a small storm before she dove into her car. She needed to get back to Brooke’s. Zoro was there. Why was she out here. This was stupid. She had got too relaxed here. Far too relaxed.]

[If anyone NVs her, she will reply after a bit. After calming down some. After she was away from her hide out and back in her home, perhaps.]