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themainframe2013-04-04 11:51 am
culver) wrote in themainframe2013-04-04 11:51 am
► 001.
[First, there’s audio. There actually isn’t any sound, except that of shoes tapping on metal as someone walks; from the sound of it, the person is pretty small. Then there’s something of a little huff, and then a very distressed-sounding breath being taken.
The footsteps stop. There’s silence for a few moments, and then some scratching as fingers run over the comm’s microphone. A softer brushing, as hair goes over it; she put it up to her ear. A few more curious taps with her fingers, and then the post ends. The text function is next.]
jwvbfg oynnejfi
q,fihjwa////
DIAUEKG GFJDIGJJFAifejwkaie
viafjdsae
he ine
[Finally, the video flips on. A pair of bright, bright, big blue eyes are blinking curiously at the communicator. The frame tips up to show straw-yellow bangs, and then up towards the ceiling. After a moment it swivels down to the ground, showing a pair of black Mary Janes. It swivels again up a young girl’s body, showing her to be wearing a Gothic Lolita-esque dress in shades of white, black, and red. It comes to rest on her face, but the shot is upside-down.
Seeming to realize this, the girl flips the comm right-side-up. She tilts her head to one side, her long blonde hair falling over her shoulder. And now that it’s out of the way, one small, white wing is visible behind her back.
Suddenly, she looks very distressed; her eyes widen very noticeably, and her brows furrow. Now a pair of wings are very visible behind her; they’re standing straight up, twitching as if with agitation. Her lips press into a thin line, and then she turns the camera away from her, giving a panoramic view of where she is; she’s she's standing in front of the table, and her Digivice is still on it. She hasn't read the welcome message, sadly, so she literally has no idea what's going on. Her digimon is, also, strangely absent.
The young girl turns the camera back to her, and her face is so obviously pleading. The recording times out on that face.]
The footsteps stop. There’s silence for a few moments, and then some scratching as fingers run over the comm’s microphone. A softer brushing, as hair goes over it; she put it up to her ear. A few more curious taps with her fingers, and then the post ends. The text function is next.]
jwvbfg oynnejfi
q,fihjwa////
DIAUEKG GFJDIGJJFAifejwkaie
viafjdsae
he ine
[Finally, the video flips on. A pair of bright, bright, big blue eyes are blinking curiously at the communicator. The frame tips up to show straw-yellow bangs, and then up towards the ceiling. After a moment it swivels down to the ground, showing a pair of black Mary Janes. It swivels again up a young girl’s body, showing her to be wearing a Gothic Lolita-esque dress in shades of white, black, and red. It comes to rest on her face, but the shot is upside-down.
Seeming to realize this, the girl flips the comm right-side-up. She tilts her head to one side, her long blonde hair falling over her shoulder. And now that it’s out of the way, one small, white wing is visible behind her back.
Suddenly, she looks very distressed; her eyes widen very noticeably, and her brows furrow. Now a pair of wings are very visible behind her; they’re standing straight up, twitching as if with agitation. Her lips press into a thin line, and then she turns the camera away from her, giving a panoramic view of where she is; she’s she's standing in front of the table, and her Digivice is still on it. She hasn't read the welcome message, sadly, so she literally has no idea what's going on. Her digimon is, also, strangely absent.
The young girl turns the camera back to her, and her face is so obviously pleading. The recording times out on that face.]
