[video // action in Midgar]
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mooglenet_backup[Cissnei knows the place all to well: a huge building with wrought iron gates, dilapidated, crumbling onto itself surrounded by smaller buildings and houses. The orphanage in the Slums. She hated the place, always has, always will, and had told herself she'd never come back.
But she had to come to terms with it now.
The camera shows Cissnei opening the gates and walking up the stairs, stepping into the building. She shuts the phone, realizing it was recording, and the feed cuts off.]
We meet again.
[She says this in a murmur. She walks around the building, weapon in hand. Up a flight of stairs she went. She still knew the place, much to her surprise. The same cracks in the wall, the same wallpaper ripping apart, the same water stains on the floor and the ceiling. Slowly, she opens one of the doors; it creaks open and echoes down the empty hallway. Cissnei gaped: her bed was exactly the same too, devoid of toys unlike the other beds. Her footsteps echo eerily as she approches. When she got down on her knees next to her bed, she chewed her bottom lip. Did she want to really go trough with this?
Might as well. She lifts the mattress to find everything that she held dear once upon a time littered underneath: the old chocolate bar wrappers, a few drawings and a bracelet with a snowflake charm dangling from it. She picked it up, remembering that it was her mother's but it was too big for her to wear.
Cissnei let the mattress drop and sat on its edge, fumbling to put on the bracelet. It fit her to her amazement. She grabbed her phone.]
If anyone needs me, I'll be here a while.
[Cissnei says this in a very matter-of-fact tone to mask her emotions. She cuts the feed again, sitting alone on the bed. The past always seemed to catch up with her on this world.]
But she had to come to terms with it now.
The camera shows Cissnei opening the gates and walking up the stairs, stepping into the building. She shuts the phone, realizing it was recording, and the feed cuts off.]
We meet again.
[She says this in a murmur. She walks around the building, weapon in hand. Up a flight of stairs she went. She still knew the place, much to her surprise. The same cracks in the wall, the same wallpaper ripping apart, the same water stains on the floor and the ceiling. Slowly, she opens one of the doors; it creaks open and echoes down the empty hallway. Cissnei gaped: her bed was exactly the same too, devoid of toys unlike the other beds. Her footsteps echo eerily as she approches. When she got down on her knees next to her bed, she chewed her bottom lip. Did she want to really go trough with this?
Might as well. She lifts the mattress to find everything that she held dear once upon a time littered underneath: the old chocolate bar wrappers, a few drawings and a bracelet with a snowflake charm dangling from it. She picked it up, remembering that it was her mother's but it was too big for her to wear.
Cissnei let the mattress drop and sat on its edge, fumbling to put on the bracelet. It fit her to her amazement. She grabbed her phone.]
If anyone needs me, I'll be here a while.
[Cissnei says this in a very matter-of-fact tone to mask her emotions. She cuts the feed again, sitting alone on the bed. The past always seemed to catch up with her on this world.]
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Date: 2011-01-23 08:44 am (UTC)[Voice]
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Date: 2011-01-23 11:24 pm (UTC)Very eerie.
...I don't think I can remain within such emptiness for long. It's too much.
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Date: 2011-01-24 06:06 pm (UTC)[Voice]
Date: 2011-01-24 06:57 pm (UTC)I don't think we can be trapped here, or so I hope. I'm going back the way I came.
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Date: 2011-01-25 04:10 am (UTC)[Voice]
Date: 2011-01-25 04:15 am (UTC)[Which is how she felt as well.]
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Date: 2011-01-26 03:52 am (UTC)video
Date: 2011-01-24 02:05 pm (UTC)[She doesn't look too okay and Ceodore's worried. It's a trait inherited from his mama.]
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Date: 2011-01-24 06:05 pm (UTC)Yeah, I'm fine... just dealing with the unexpected, you know?
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Date: 2011-01-24 11:01 pm (UTC)[He's dealing with it too if the eerie silence that surrounds him is any indication.]
Where are you at?
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Date: 2011-01-25 04:09 am (UTC)video
Date: 2011-01-25 10:20 pm (UTC)Mine's empty. It's kind of creepy.
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Date: 2011-01-26 03:51 am (UTC)video
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