Tay Barnam (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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driftfleet2015-03-06 03:25 pm
whereivebeen) wrote in driftfleet2015-03-06 03:25 pm
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+ Shot 001
Who: Tay Barnam and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Now
[ the camera focuses on the form of a tall (very tall), teenage girl who has not yet woken up. She's sprawled on her stomach, one arm dangling down as though she rolled over and didn't quite manage to stay on the cot.
It pans down her back, where the tops of two rather nasty-looking scars are peeking out above her tank top. It's a ~very dramatic reveal~ that the viewers back home will probably be deeply intrigued by.
After a moment, she shifts and groans. She pushes herself up, finally awake, and freezes halfway up.
This is not the motel room she was expecting to be in.
Her free hand moves immediately to the small of her back, finding nothing, and then her ankle, finding nothing but army surplus cargo pants and combat boots. ]
Where the fuck are my guns?
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Now
[ the camera focuses on the form of a tall (very tall), teenage girl who has not yet woken up. She's sprawled on her stomach, one arm dangling down as though she rolled over and didn't quite manage to stay on the cot.
It pans down her back, where the tops of two rather nasty-looking scars are peeking out above her tank top. It's a ~very dramatic reveal~ that the viewers back home will probably be deeply intrigued by.
After a moment, she shifts and groans. She pushes herself up, finally awake, and freezes halfway up.
This is not the motel room she was expecting to be in.
Her free hand moves immediately to the small of her back, finding nothing, and then her ankle, finding nothing but army surplus cargo pants and combat boots. ]
Where the fuck are my guns?
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[His ever present smile fades. They're all gone. Every last one of them. If he manages to get home, to save his town, he'll have to bury them. He's the last of the great Sánchez line, and that hurts.
His smile returns, albeit a lot weaker than previously.]
Good luck making anything edible.
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[ Tay may not know how to respond to emotions and emotional changes, but one thing she's pretty good at is noticing when those things are happening. She'd deny it, but the fact of the matter is...
Well. When you're trying so desperately to please your unpleaseable father and grandfather, you quickly learn to pick up on how they're feeling, and the feel of the room.
Which is why she hesitates, and then blurts out ]
You can eat with me. If you want. I mean, it's... whatever, if you don't want to I don't care.
[ it's her attempt at being comforting, after a fashion. ]
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Thank you, senorita. I'd like that.
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Nothing, apparently. She's just gonna let it flow over her and never acknowledge it. ]
So what do you WANT to do? Instead of Bullfighting.
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I want to be a mariachi. Music is my real calling.