o16. [voice] distort it all you can;
[A minor meltdown. She's angry (mostly at herself, actually), confused and perhaps a little scared--far from being rational. The background noise would suggest she's outside. There is the occasional sniffle; she's refusing to cry and has a developing cold. There's about a minute of background noises, throat clearing and about-to-say-somethings before she manages to speak. She makes no effort to disguise the fact she's upset or most of what she's upset about. (All 'quotes' are from conversations over here where her name has come up--they don't all follow each other, before anyone gets confused. Yes, this is most of the reason she's angry. And irrational.)]
[Sudden burst of frustration, and then:] I feel sorry for Briseis; Briseis doesn't want to deal with you; Briseis may be a little sick; [Tone changes as it becomes apparent that she is mimicking the voice of the person behind each comment in a manner that would be childish if she wasn't quite so angry] Briseis knows to stay out of this; tell Briseis there is hope for those with Stockholm Syndrome?
[As herself, though far more bitter given the reference] Briseis isn't some doll to be--to be passed around.
Achilles, you wanted to ask me something--after taking in everything Clytemnestra had to say? You wage war with one part of that family and yet it's alright to wander off with Helen of Sparta? The house of Tyndareus, Achilles? Have you even looked at who you deal with? [A short, bitter laugh] ... Of course you have.
[A minor scuffle, and her voice becomes slightly distorted as a gust of wind catches the receiving end of the phone]
The book on the bed contains details on Stockholm Syndrome, for the record.
[Pause.]
And the Electra Complex.
[Sudden burst of frustration, and then:] I feel sorry for Briseis; Briseis doesn't want to deal with you; Briseis may be a little sick; [Tone changes as it becomes apparent that she is mimicking the voice of the person behind each comment in a manner that would be childish if she wasn't quite so angry] Briseis knows to stay out of this; tell Briseis there is hope for those with Stockholm Syndrome?
[As herself, though far more bitter given the reference] Briseis isn't some doll to be--to be passed around.
Achilles, you wanted to ask me something--after taking in everything Clytemnestra had to say? You wage war with one part of that family and yet it's alright to wander off with Helen of Sparta? The house of Tyndareus, Achilles? Have you even looked at who you deal with? [A short, bitter laugh] ... Of course you have.
[A minor scuffle, and her voice becomes slightly distorted as a gust of wind catches the receiving end of the phone]
The book on the bed contains details on Stockholm Syndrome, for the record.
[Pause.]
And the Electra Complex.