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driftfleet2016-06-26 04:53 pm
outstandingbalance) wrote in driftfleet2016-06-26 04:53 pm
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Who: Natasha Romanoff & You
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: 6/24
Video
[Transmission starts at the same moment the woman laying in fram shifts from unconsciousness to tense stillness—her eyes open, darting, and she goes tense, but otherwise there's no movement from her for the first four or five seconds. That seems to be how long it takes her to process that she's in an unfamiliar space with no memory of how she came to be lying there. Then one hand balls consciously into a fist. Her eyes flutter. Jaw tightens.
Natasha takes a deep breath and forces her body to relax muscle by muscle.
Seems like spies don't make for great entertainment when they first wake up. Not unless you find tension and veiled suspicious looks riveting. The first minute or two isn't much more than that. She wakes up. She sits up. She swings her legs over the edge of her cot and stretches her back, trying to flex the adrenaline out of her muscles.
She looks directly into the camera at one point, her expression flat, lips tightening in a frown. She taps the edge of the lens experimentally.]
You know, if you're gonna kidnap a girl you could at least buy her dinner first.
[Her voice is just a touch to defiant to be neutral as she speaks.
Then she hauls herself to her feet. The last thing caught on camera before the broadcast ends is a shot of her catsuited figure walking away.]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: 6/24
Video
[Transmission starts at the same moment the woman laying in fram shifts from unconsciousness to tense stillness—her eyes open, darting, and she goes tense, but otherwise there's no movement from her for the first four or five seconds. That seems to be how long it takes her to process that she's in an unfamiliar space with no memory of how she came to be lying there. Then one hand balls consciously into a fist. Her eyes flutter. Jaw tightens.
Natasha takes a deep breath and forces her body to relax muscle by muscle.
Seems like spies don't make for great entertainment when they first wake up. Not unless you find tension and veiled suspicious looks riveting. The first minute or two isn't much more than that. She wakes up. She sits up. She swings her legs over the edge of her cot and stretches her back, trying to flex the adrenaline out of her muscles.
She looks directly into the camera at one point, her expression flat, lips tightening in a frown. She taps the edge of the lens experimentally.]
You know, if you're gonna kidnap a girl you could at least buy her dinner first.
[Her voice is just a touch to defiant to be neutral as she speaks.
Then she hauls herself to her feet. The last thing caught on camera before the broadcast ends is a shot of her catsuited figure walking away.]