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bothfoulandfair) wrote2014-01-05 02:50 pm
bothfoulandfair) wrote2014-01-05 02:50 pm
one ❅ video & spam
[Public Video]
[The feed clicks on to show the ceiling of an unfamiliar room, but not much else. It's off white, and otherwise not all that interesting, although it's briefly blocked out by the swish of something that might be a dress.
There's some faint, not quite panicked breathing and then quick, cautious footsteps. They stop, and after a pause, a quiet, feminine voice can be heard.]
Anna?
[There's a sound of the door opening, a surprised gasp, a slight pause, and then the door slams shut. The recording continues.]
[Open Spam]
[This isn't Arendelle. She'd thought she'd been brought home, after she'd realized she wasn't dead, or even injured after the confrontation on the North Mountain, but the hallway is nowhere she recognizes, and that just doesn't make sense. She's never been here before, but she woke up in her room, the room she'd lived in ever since her parents had moved her out of the one she'd shared with her sister, the room she hadn't been in since before the coronation, before-
She can feel the panic rising in her throat before she can even begin to stop it, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. Her powers start to unfurl, and even though she doesn't know where she is or how she got her, if any of this is even real, she gathers her skirt in her hands and runs, looking for a doorway, a staircase, a way out of wherever this is. Frost trails behind her, marking where she's stepped with intricate hexagonal patterns of ice, but doesn't go much farther than a foot or two in either direction. If she stopped to look, it would strike her as odd that she hasn't frozen the entire building.
Instead, she keeps running until she finally finds the stairwell. She hurries up, not knowing what her other choice would be, operating more on instinct than anything logical.
When she steps out on deck, she stops, staring. It's nothing like she's ever seen before, and honestly, she doesn't know what she's seeing. Snow is falling, although from what, she doesn't know as there aren't any clouds overhead, and the flakes start to swirl around her frantically, like a miniature, harmless tornado. She takes a few cautious steps forward and shivers - not from cold, never from that, but out of some sense of physical rejection of what's happening, because she doesn't know-
She startles and turns frantically at the first sign that she's not alone, holding her hands out defensively. She tries to make her voice strong, imperious, calm, but it wavers and her expression is still terrified. It doesn't sound like a very convincing threat.]
Stay back!
[The feed clicks on to show the ceiling of an unfamiliar room, but not much else. It's off white, and otherwise not all that interesting, although it's briefly blocked out by the swish of something that might be a dress.
There's some faint, not quite panicked breathing and then quick, cautious footsteps. They stop, and after a pause, a quiet, feminine voice can be heard.]
Anna?
[There's a sound of the door opening, a surprised gasp, a slight pause, and then the door slams shut. The recording continues.]
[Open Spam]
[This isn't Arendelle. She'd thought she'd been brought home, after she'd realized she wasn't dead, or even injured after the confrontation on the North Mountain, but the hallway is nowhere she recognizes, and that just doesn't make sense. She's never been here before, but she woke up in her room, the room she'd lived in ever since her parents had moved her out of the one she'd shared with her sister, the room she hadn't been in since before the coronation, before-
She can feel the panic rising in her throat before she can even begin to stop it, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. Her powers start to unfurl, and even though she doesn't know where she is or how she got her, if any of this is even real, she gathers her skirt in her hands and runs, looking for a doorway, a staircase, a way out of wherever this is. Frost trails behind her, marking where she's stepped with intricate hexagonal patterns of ice, but doesn't go much farther than a foot or two in either direction. If she stopped to look, it would strike her as odd that she hasn't frozen the entire building.
Instead, she keeps running until she finally finds the stairwell. She hurries up, not knowing what her other choice would be, operating more on instinct than anything logical.
When she steps out on deck, she stops, staring. It's nothing like she's ever seen before, and honestly, she doesn't know what she's seeing. Snow is falling, although from what, she doesn't know as there aren't any clouds overhead, and the flakes start to swirl around her frantically, like a miniature, harmless tornado. She takes a few cautious steps forward and shivers - not from cold, never from that, but out of some sense of physical rejection of what's happening, because she doesn't know-
She startles and turns frantically at the first sign that she's not alone, holding her hands out defensively. She tries to make her voice strong, imperious, calm, but it wavers and her expression is still terrified. It doesn't sound like a very convincing threat.]
Stay back!
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Alright.
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Just- get away from me.
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I will not hurt you. For the time being, you are safe.
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[Even though she can tell by now that something is very wrong, and once she's calmed down enough, she'll probably be happy about it. There's something wrong with her powers, and she doesn't know how, or why, and she looks down at her hands in confusion.]
What's happening to me? [It's more a question she's asking herself than Ceres, she's too wrapped up in her own head.]
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You have been imprisoned, your powers suppressed. From my understanding they make be returned, should a warden think fit to do so.
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[It makes sense, but it seems far too good to be true. She turns away from the woman and takes a breath, trying to just focus and push out with her powers, like she had once she'd finally reached the top of the mountain. Instead of the dizzying rush of power she'd felt then, it's gentle, almost muted, and only a small amount of snow appears on deck, not much bigger than the snowman she'd made. Olaf.
She lets out a dizzying breath of relief, and doesn't turn back to look at the other woman, just staring at the snow pile on the deck.]
Good.
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[ It's strange that the woman only seems to make snow, but all Ceres tried on her first day was light. She wants to ask, but now doesn't seem like the right time. ]
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[It's immediate, sharp, not exactly bitter, but she often isn't exactly great at curbing that sort of thing. That's what got her into this mess in the first place.
She straightens, takes another breath, turns back to her.] I apologize for the interruption.
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[ And hey, she helped a little? ]
It was not long ago that I arrived here.
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I'm sorry to hear that. [Whatever this place is, anyway.] Is there someone I can speak to about why I've been brought here?
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Only your assigned warden knows why you have been brought here, and you will not be assigned one for some time.
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[And she's turning away to head back to her room to do some serious thinking.]
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This is what happens when you suck at being friendly, Ceres. ]
Goodbye.
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