First, in which Angel arrives
Jan. 16th, 2010 10:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
birdkiddie[The camera doesn't show anything but blue for a moment, then you see the mansion from above and a flash of something that looks like a giant dove. The camera is high up in the air, and the direction is clear. It comes from up and is headed down ...just that there is something in the way. A head, to be exact. Blond curls. The journal bounces off it and falls deeper, passing the face of a little girl that is stuck somewhere between fear, confusion, alertness and tiredness. Her eyes are hollow and smudged with purple rings, and one whole side of her face is a single bruise. And then there is only white cloth and the view of the mansion as the journal falls further and rotates.
It falls, and falls, and then you there are suddenly fingers around it and it is turned around to face the child from before. All you can see the arms that are full of burn marks and little wounds where needles have been inserted into her arms. There also is something that looks like an IV on her arm. If you look closer, you will see white feathers behind her back. Or maybe on her back.
She silently examines the journal, the little face tense, and after a few moments she switches on the audio.]
Max. Gazzy. Fang, Iggy, Nudge. Are you here?
Jeb. Was that you?
It falls, and falls, and then you there are suddenly fingers around it and it is turned around to face the child from before. All you can see the arms that are full of burn marks and little wounds where needles have been inserted into her arms. There also is something that looks like an IV on her arm. If you look closer, you will see white feathers behind her back. Or maybe on her back.
She silently examines the journal, the little face tense, and after a few moments she switches on the audio.]
Max. Gazzy. Fang, Iggy, Nudge. Are you here?
Jeb. Was that you?
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Date: 2010-02-14 09:12 pm (UTC)[Action]
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Date: 2010-02-14 09:34 pm (UTC)[Despite the bitterness of the comment, she tries to look at Angel with a smile.]
How's the cocoa?
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Date: 2010-02-14 09:38 pm (UTC)[More marshmallos than cocoa in it but who cares.]
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Date: 2010-02-14 09:42 pm (UTC)Good. Once we're done here, we can set you up with a room, if that's cool with you.
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Date: 2010-02-15 12:25 pm (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2010-02-16 05:26 am (UTC)Oh, well, you're in luck. I happen to live up there myself, and I know we've got plenty of empty rooms up there.
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Date: 2010-02-17 07:09 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2010-02-17 07:28 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2010-02-17 07:43 am (UTC)...I guess all of us dream of how it would be to be normal. The flock does. I know that they do. Especially Nudge ...I don't want to lose them.
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Date: 2010-02-17 07:47 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2010-02-17 07:55 am (UTC)...Plus there are a lot of people. It makes all of us nervous, but he can't see things that they rearranged.
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Date: 2010-02-17 08:02 am (UTC)[She pauses for a moment, thinking about the experiment that left Iggy blind.]
Scientists really oughta learn that if it ain't broke, you don't try to fix it.
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Date: 2010-02-17 08:12 am (UTC)[She grins]
I'm sure they would like endless supplies of any kind.
[She only nods at Max's last words, there really isn't much to add.]
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Date: 2010-02-17 09:11 am (UTC)Magic. Invisible carpenters. Your guess is as good as mine.
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Date: 2010-02-18 11:59 am (UTC)This is just another test, isn't it? An experiment, just on a larger scale.
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Date: 2010-02-18 07:49 pm (UTC)I haven't been part of an experiment in a long, long time. And I always swore I never will be again. I'm not gonna break that promise, especially not when there's somebody else around who obviously doesn't wanna be part of anymore experiments, either.
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Date: 2010-02-18 08:07 pm (UTC)[She shakes her head violently, sending her blond locks flying, and then looks up at Max.]
Can we find my room?
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Date: 2010-02-18 08:56 pm (UTC)Sure, sweetie. Come on.
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