♠ DEAREST DARKNESS / AND COVER ME FROM THE SUN → { eleven }

[medeating]

[VERY ACCIDENTAL VIDEO | PUBLIC | JAPANESE | TRIGGERS FOR SELF-HARM]

[have a shot of Chidori's back. She's kneeling on the ground; her shoulders are hunched, pushed inwards--though it's hard to see from the angle, her hands are curled tight in her lap. Her hair's fallen in front of her face, and she seems to be breathing heavily

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[Voice]

[unbearable_puns]

Chidori-chan, is it happening to you too?

[Voice]

[medeating]

What...?

[Voice]

[unbearable_puns]

Everyone is trying to hurt themselves... you're bleeding too. Did the same thing get you?

[Voice]

[medeating]

Everyone? I...

[hadn't noticed. Sob.]

'Thing'? ... I don't know.

[ascribing this to an outside force for once feels odd, so that's all she can say in response.]

[Audio; Japanese]

[helianthoideae]

My my, such an interesting place already.

Does everyone behave in such a manner? With images like this it's nearly a paradise.

[Audio; Japanese]

[medeating]

[normally she'd snark at you. But now... there's still a small kind of distaste in her voice, but it's very minimal due to... well. Despair.]

I don't know what you mean.

[Audio; Japanese]

[convallariaceae]

That's alright dear. Don't mind me, just enjoying the wonderful little show you've put on.

[Audio; Japanese]

[medeating]

This isn't a show!

[voice]

[fate_foretold]

...Are you trying to kill yourself?

[His voice is somewhat soft for once, none of the usual energy running through it, though there's a distinctly bitter edge just the same. And no, he doesn't care enough to lock the post.]

[voice]

[medeating]

[She notices he sounds off, somehow, but words are proving... difficult.]

I don't... I don't know. Does it matter?

[voice]

[fate_foretold]

No, it doesn't.

[A pause, like he lost his train of thought for a moment.]

...They might get angry, though.

[voice]

[medeating]

The scientists...? They just bring us back anyway. There isn't a way out...!

[there's a slight hint of hysteria there but. it could be worse, sadly enough.]

[inyourgarden]

[Nooo, no killing yourself on Seifer's watch.]

Where are you?

[medeating]

[sob, too bad she's still suspicious of others in this state]

Who are you...?

[inyourgarden]

[His natural attitude probably doesn't help that fff.]

Seifer Almasy. ... ...Tch, I'm the local help.

So where are you?

[medeating]

[this information will not come easily orz]

That doesn't matter.

[dr_seahorse]

Where are you?

[medeating]

Where I live.

[very purposefully vague.]

[dr_seahorse]

Are you able to give me any specifics?

(And here I am, only trying to help...)

[medeating]

[she doesn't take help too well at first, alas.]

Horton.

[... she's learned from her conversation with Seifer that being vague is going to get her no where with the stubborn people of this city.]