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driftfleet2017-02-25 11:26 pm
perfecting) wrote in driftfleet2017-02-25 11:26 pm
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Who: Nancy Wheeler and you;
Broadcast: yes
Action: n/a - Marsiva
When: current.
( A; VIDEO )
[ the video opens, abruptly, to what is undoubtedly the marsiva. The girl who walks into the frame, her back to the camera is on the younger side. When she turns, a few things might be easily concluded. This is a teenager - pale face, blue eyes, a golden necklace of two ballet slippers, tightening her dark jacket over her sweater.
Unaware of the camera, she will lift a bandaged palm and neatly undo the bandages, inspecting a well-healed palm. Look closely and you might notice a thin, pale scar just in the middle of her palm before she'll tighten her hand into a fist.
She's entirely alone, it would seem. Nothing but the eerie, cheerful music of the Marsiva. Looking around at the food and drinks, she breathes a little faster. Her alarm is quiet; there is no hysteria or panic - but there is certainly fear.
And apparently, anger. A moment later she will catch a glass and throw it onto the floor, smashing it. When no response comes, something will snap and methodically, she will begin throwing and smashing plates and glasses, pushing aside cots, toppling them over and when this surge of quiet anger stops -
nothing. but this lack of response seems to unnerve her and she bends over, picks up a broken shred and holds onto it, as if she is still awaiting an attack from an unknown party. ]
( B; TEXT )
[ several hours later, most of which were spent watching the messages on the network and trying ( and failing ) to understand their meaning, she seems to understand this is a mean of communication of a sort. but then, how? if there is no one with her?
figuring this works like a phone of a sort, only with words, she will send a single word out, a tentative, unsure attempt: ]
Hello?
Broadcast: yes
Action: n/a - Marsiva
When: current.
( A; VIDEO )
[ the video opens, abruptly, to what is undoubtedly the marsiva. The girl who walks into the frame, her back to the camera is on the younger side. When she turns, a few things might be easily concluded. This is a teenager - pale face, blue eyes, a golden necklace of two ballet slippers, tightening her dark jacket over her sweater.
Unaware of the camera, she will lift a bandaged palm and neatly undo the bandages, inspecting a well-healed palm. Look closely and you might notice a thin, pale scar just in the middle of her palm before she'll tighten her hand into a fist.
She's entirely alone, it would seem. Nothing but the eerie, cheerful music of the Marsiva. Looking around at the food and drinks, she breathes a little faster. Her alarm is quiet; there is no hysteria or panic - but there is certainly fear.
And apparently, anger. A moment later she will catch a glass and throw it onto the floor, smashing it. When no response comes, something will snap and methodically, she will begin throwing and smashing plates and glasses, pushing aside cots, toppling them over and when this surge of quiet anger stops -
nothing. but this lack of response seems to unnerve her and she bends over, picks up a broken shred and holds onto it, as if she is still awaiting an attack from an unknown party. ]
( B; TEXT )
[ several hours later, most of which were spent watching the messages on the network and trying ( and failing ) to understand their meaning, she seems to understand this is a mean of communication of a sort. but then, how? if there is no one with her?
figuring this works like a phone of a sort, only with words, she will send a single word out, a tentative, unsure attempt: ]
Hello?
video;
video;
[ another nervous moment and - ]
I'm Nancy.
video;
video;
[ she smiles and, after a moment, says the first thing that comes to mind, ]
Like the Shakespeare play?
video;
video;
[ a long story. ]
It's about revenge and forgiveness.
video;
I took up my name to get revenge on someone. How ironic.
video;
[ that's weird. ]
That's weird.
video;
video;
[ well, ish. ]
video;
video;
[ nancy as not as big on fantasy and lore and mike and his friends are though she has been known to play an elf for them when she was younger. however, she does fancy the idea of a woman fighting in her own right, especially as of late. ]
You're a...knight?
[ she lacks a better term. ]
video;
[the camera moves a bit, turning so Nancy can see the very corner of her room - where her breastplate and shoulder plate are] Not a full set, but it isn't necessary.
[she turns the camera back around after a moment]
Goodness, no - I was a mercenary. And for a time, a soldier.
video;
[ not a mercenary or a soldier anymore, she assumes. odd, how she simply accepts stories that she'd otherwise find far too weird. ]
video;
At the moment? I am between jobs, one could say. I have been involved in something that needs to be settled before I can start working again.