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: 2010-01-20 08:44 pm (UTC)That's what they call a catch-22.
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Date: 2010-01-20 08:51 pm (UTC)I've never heard that word.
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Date: 2010-01-20 08:59 pm (UTC)[Video]
Date: 2010-01-20 09:14 pm (UTC)[She beats her wings harder, speeding towards the building.]
Are there others from your school in this place?
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Date: 2010-01-20 09:27 pm (UTC)Nah, I'm the only one here, as far as I've been able to tell. But there are other people here, from pretty strange places. It shouldn't be too bad for you until you can get back home.
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Date: 2010-01-20 09:32 pm (UTC)[Video]
Date: 2010-01-20 09:35 pm (UTC)[Video]
Date: 2010-01-20 09:38 pm (UTC)[Video]
Date: 2010-01-20 09:44 pm (UTC)[Video]
Date: 2010-01-21 09:34 am (UTC)[She raises her hands and pokes at the fingers, counting, while she lists the other people that she knows.]
I'm six, Gazzy's eight, Nudge's eleven, Iggy's fifteen and Max 'n Fang are sixteen. The Erasers look like adults but they're seven or eight, just grow faster. Scientists are adults. Those in the dog crates usually don't make it to the big ones. [And Angel herself is in a middle sized now.]
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Date: 2010-01-21 08:12 pm (UTC)[The words come out in a thin whisper. Yes, she'd been trained as a soldier since she'd been able to walk, but that only made it harder to see other kids who don't get the chance to be... well, kids.]
I'm gonna head outside, if you wanna find me. We'll set you up with a room and clean you up, okay?
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Date: 2010-01-22 01:13 pm (UTC)[Going to descend slowly towards the door that she supposes to be the main door. You'll notice that she's really tall and slender for a six year old, no real baby fat at all, once you see her in person.]
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Date: 2010-01-24 11:33 pm (UTC)Angel?
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Date: 2010-01-25 08:49 pm (UTC)Hello.
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Date: 2010-01-26 09:14 am (UTC)[Max quickly takes in aher appearance, looking for any major signs of damage or anything else that would raise alarm bells. Besides, y'know, the wings.]
Come on in. We'll find you a room, unless you're hungry and wanna get something to eat first.
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Date: 2010-01-26 07:18 pm (UTC)What kind of food do they have here?
[Looking up at Max with hungry eyes. Food sounds very good to her right now, experiments usually only get the bare minimum, and since she was not to be trusted, she was classified as one.]
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Date: 2010-01-26 09:49 pm (UTC)[She tries to give Angel a reassuring smile as she moves to the front door and holds it open for her, but she can't help looking over the minor injuries over the girl.]
You need somebody to take care of those? We've got people around who know that kinda magic, too.
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Date: 2010-01-26 09:56 pm (UTC)They'll heal soon. We heal faster than normal humans, they say. And nothing's broken or bleeding.
[Plus she's much more concerned about the food now.]
Do they have popcorn? And marshmallows?
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Date: 2010-01-26 10:49 pm (UTC)[Trying not to think about that, she smiles again and raises an eyebrow at her.]
You mean popcorn and marshmallows together? I wouldn't put it past this place. But either way, I've never had to worry about an unfulfilled craving in this crib.
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Date: 2010-01-28 10:22 am (UTC)I've never tried that, but it sounds good, I should try it if it's there. ...We can have as much food as we want? Is it fresh? [Either not getting much food at all or having to live from what you get out of dumpsters makes that sounds glorious.]
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Date: 2010-01-29 03:11 am (UTC)The food's okay, yeah, so long as no one messes with it. [With that, she veers into the large kitchen, gesturing around with her head.] And usually when people do mess with it, we can lay a smackdown on them before we starve.
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Date: 2010-01-29 10:04 am (UTC)[She looks around, excited, searching for the fridge.]
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Date: 2010-01-30 06:48 am (UTC)Eh, no one messes with it big time. We had one incident where a wacko tried "claiming" the kitchen as his own, but he's been set straight. And then there's... well, the mansion. It kinda has a mind of its own sometimes.
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Date: 2010-01-30 08:38 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2010-01-30 11:30 pm (UTC)It... makes us do things. Think things. Sometimes it's just weird things, like we all think we belong to a different world than the ones we came from, and other times, we get stuck in dangerous... hell dimensions. Or have to fight off monsters. It's not exactly a barrel of laughs.
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