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...that was fun while it lasted.
[Her voice is back to being a dry rasp.]
Still waiting for answers.
[Her voice is back to being a dry rasp.]
Still waiting for answers.
[It clicks on and - surprise! The boat gets a look at Karis' face. Human and very alive at the moment. She's got a wry smile on her face.]
Right. This isn't going to fucking last and I know it's going to go away, but I'm damn well enjoying it while I can.
Right. This isn't going to fucking last and I know it's going to go away, but I'm damn well enjoying it while I can.
What the fuck is going on now?
You ought to know, Karis.
...the fuck? No fuckin' way. This stupid boat-
Why don't you tell everyone Karis? About why you hate them? About why you're such a bitter woman? Don't you remember who you used to be?
She's fuckin' dead! It's gone-
[The comm cuts out.]
You ought to know, Karis.
...the fuck? No fuckin' way. This stupid boat-
Why don't you tell everyone Karis? About why you hate them? About why you're such a bitter woman? Don't you remember who you used to be?
She's fuckin' dead! It's gone-
[The comm cuts out.]
Anyone wanna chuck beer bottles off the side?
Someone remind me what the breeze feels like.
I hate this stupid boat.
If any of you sorry excuses for people need me, I'll be getting drunk off of my ass.
[And she is. She's also back to being a zombie.]
If any of you sorry excuses for people need me, I'll be getting drunk off of my ass.
[And she is. She's also back to being a zombie.]
[There's a sleepy yawn and someone mumbling. Then a moment of silence and then a loud yell of alarm. It's Karis, but she sounds distinctly younger than she does when she's alive. Or a zombie.]
What the Hell-?
Dad? Mother?
[There's some frantic shuffling and scuffling before the comm clicks off.]
What the Hell-?
Dad? Mother?
[There's some frantic shuffling and scuffling before the comm clicks off.]
A gilded cell is still a fucking cell.
Just sayin'.
Just sayin'.
Uther's balls, I love it when we get fresh meat.
[Thirtieth Quest | Elegante (take two) |
Aug. 17th, 2010 10:58 amYou people really love to kill each other, don't you?
[The communicator clicks on and for a few moments the only sounds are the distant rumble of the engines, the faint splashing of the water against the hull and the breeze. Then Karis speaks up, but her voice has lost its usual gravelly undertones, its rasp. She sounds... human, actually.]
...you never think about the little stuff. Like the breeze on your face.
{She lets out a long sigh.]
Shit, I don't know why I'm even talking to you people.
[Click.]
...you never think about the little stuff. Like the breeze on your face.
{She lets out a long sigh.]
Shit, I don't know why I'm even talking to you people.
[Click.]
So your militia officers are already squabbling.
Huh. Now who coulda predicted something like that happening?
Huh. Now who coulda predicted something like that happening?
So, you people got organized. Lemme know how well that works out for you. Buncha civilian fuckheads.
First time the shit hits the fan, it's gonna fall apart, mark my words...
First time the shit hits the fan, it's gonna fall apart, mark my words...
[Karis is sitting outside the Spectacular Spectacular, eying the door with a malicious glint in her eyes. She raises her communicator and clicks it on.]
So. Who wants to go exploring?
So. Who wants to go exploring?
[Karis has gone exploring again, for lack of anything better to do. She's getting tired of simply boozing herself up everyday, believe it or not. She sulkily kicks her way through the field of flowers, making sure that she's leaving a nice trail of torn up plants and dirt. She comes to a quick stop with a start as she finds herself facing an open grave. There's also a headstone with her name on it. She stares for a moment and then rubs her chin with her bony fingers.
She looks left. She looks right. No one is around. Good. She peers into the grave and then slides herself in. Just to take a look. She settles back against one of the walls and draws her knees up against her chest as she stares up at the rectangle of light above her. It's not all that bad down here, actually. She pulls out her communicator and clicks it on.]
S'not that bad down here, really.
She looks left. She looks right. No one is around. Good. She peers into the grave and then slides herself in. Just to take a look. She settles back against one of the walls and draws her knees up against her chest as she stares up at the rectangle of light above her. It's not all that bad down here, actually. She pulls out her communicator and clicks it on.]
S'not that bad down here, really.
Hey. Hey Bryn.
Guess what.
Guess what.
Anyone else around here an engineer? Or have some tools I can use to tinker with? Might as well do something slightly worthwhile....
[Karis' zombie!face flickers into focus as she examines her communicator curiously.]
So, this thing is supposed to- Oh, there it goes.
[Karis laughs and grins victoriously.]
Boo, kiddies.
[And the video cuts.]
So, this thing is supposed to- Oh, there it goes.
[Karis laughs and grins victoriously.]
Boo, kiddies.
[And the video cuts.]
So, this island is great and all, but when do we get to go back to our floating prison? I want this trip to be over already.
[Karis' voice sounds a bit slurred.]
The best way to forget the voices and shut them out is to pretend they don't exist. Build a nice little wall and then He can't get you. Then he can't drag you back. He can't make you think you want it again. You forget that He was ever there.
...until you meet Him again.
Guess this is like that. Sorta.
Drinking helps too.
The best way to forget the voices and shut them out is to pretend they don't exist. Build a nice little wall and then He can't get you. Then he can't drag you back. He can't make you think you want it again. You forget that He was ever there.
...until you meet Him again.
Guess this is like that. Sorta.
Drinking helps too.
