May 05, 2009 10:34
-The voice that is apparent after a momentary brush of static is cultured and quiet, lightly accented. It is also carefully neutral, to avoid showing any improper emotion-
...This place. This building...it reeks of age, the paper on the walls is yellowed with age. Where am I? I was not where before, I know that much
-A soft intake of breath-
--Pain? Where are you? Were we separated somehow during the battle? I don't understand how...-
-her voice loses that wondering tone and becomes more clipped with determination-
...Dwelling like this is pointless. Finding out where I am is my first priority... I would like to think I am competent enough to keep myself from being kidnapped in the midst of such events and wasting my partner's time.
I am needed elsewhere...I don't have time to remain here, lost. If necessary, I will defend myself to return to where I am needed.
-Voice drops, speaking softly now-
...If someone could assist me, I would be appreciative.
first post,
lost,
not home anymore,
where am i