♛accidential video;

[meritocracy]

[the feed blurs in, shaky and uncertain. there's grass, sky, and there's blood. there's golden curls and a familiar brown headband and there's blood.

the video screen is smeared with red fingerprints and there is suddenly white skin, spasming fingers reaching for the screen but there is not a single word. not a single sound.

it moves, slowly, the fingers twitching as if in agony before it moves to a face, blood smeared at the top of the chin, dirt speckled across the cheeks and eyes barely open. for a minute there's the flash of a horrible red, gaping wound beneath the chin but then it's back to a pale face, lips parting but no sigh coming out. then the video spirals upwards, once, twice, red fingerprints and all.

and the fallen woman hasn't uttered a single word. ]

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[Voice]

[fleurdesel]

Write it if you are able- or move your journal so I might see your surroundings. [A beat, then in a gentler voice.] Please.

[Video]

[meritocracy]

[she can only perform the second, and it takes all her energy. there's sky, birds, trees--forest. and then there's a wobble --(weakness), and the feed goes limply back around green blades of grass]

[Voice]

[fleurdesel]

Madame? Madame!

[Lost in the woods with a cut on her throat- how the girl hasn't bled out yet she doesn't know. She needs to find her, find a way to get to her.]

[Video]

[meritocracy]

[she's so sorry, ma'am. she truly is. she lifts it again, weaker still, as her bloodied fingers tap the screen, lifting it behind her, around her, the screen trembling from her weakened efforts.]

[Video]

[fleurdesel]

[To hell with bedrest. She's finding this girl. The trees seemed familiar enough- then again. Most of them looked the same to her. The rest though, the shadows, the sunlight, the birds. She's going back over anything, everything that might help her find the girl.]

I'm on my way.

[Stupid, stupid idea- but who else can she call?]

[Video]

[meritocracy]

[she hopes she's alright, it's vaguely thought of, as Natalia quietly lets it slide out of red fingers. her head feels cold in the grass, or is that from the blood behind her head..she doesn't know anymore.

i'm sleepy.]

[Action]

[fleurdesel]

[The woods are expansive, and. Adele truly has no idea where the girl is. What little she'd seen on the feed hadn't been clear or close to any landmark she recognized. She'll search all the same, though it will come to nothing without proper direction.

It leaves her a swearing, frustrated mess against a tree when she flips her journal open again to view the feed one more time.]