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01 Round Fired § Action + Video
[The sight of the sand and sun and waves, usually tranquil in their quiet beauty, is interrupted by a figure dressed in black, laying half in / half out of the softly crashing waves. It appears unmoving, the shallow rising and falling of its chest barely visible to even the focused eye, un-phased by the encroaching tide. Only when the water moves higher, up the outstretched arm that dangles into the ocean, past the loosened tie and white blouse stained with dirt, grime, and blood, the miniscule remains of the wave just brushing against barely parted lips...
And the figure jerks, coughing and gasping for air, making sputtering noises of surprise, shock, and perhaps a touch of fear. Blonde hair shifts and moves as the body struggles to its knees, crawling out of the water and well away from its icy touch. Still gasping for air, a hand clutching tightly at the center of her chest, the other working the hair into its proper place.]
Tseng?
[Eyes, clearly exhausted from some unknown event or cause, strained as they shifted form one end of the beach to the other, grimacing as she struggled to her knees and then fell back, unable to muster the strength to get to her feet. Instead she tries moving a few inches across the sand, grunting as pain shot up from both her legs and shoulder.]
Tseng! Where are you?!
[Restless hands groped at her jacket, patting down every square inch, frowning at the discovery that her suit was cut and sliced in every which angle - how it stayed on her without falling into slices of fabric was beyond her - before making a noise of relief, a phone being pulled from a pocket. Fingers worked the keys, attempting to reach Reno or Rude - hell, reaching Rufus would work just fine - with no luck. Little does she realize she's turned on the video and she's broadcasting for anybody to see.]
Odin's Beard! Why can't I get through to anybody! And how the hell did I wind up on the outskirts of Junon?!
And the figure jerks, coughing and gasping for air, making sputtering noises of surprise, shock, and perhaps a touch of fear. Blonde hair shifts and moves as the body struggles to its knees, crawling out of the water and well away from its icy touch. Still gasping for air, a hand clutching tightly at the center of her chest, the other working the hair into its proper place.]
Tseng?
[Eyes, clearly exhausted from some unknown event or cause, strained as they shifted form one end of the beach to the other, grimacing as she struggled to her knees and then fell back, unable to muster the strength to get to her feet. Instead she tries moving a few inches across the sand, grunting as pain shot up from both her legs and shoulder.]
Tseng! Where are you?!
[Restless hands groped at her jacket, patting down every square inch, frowning at the discovery that her suit was cut and sliced in every which angle - how it stayed on her without falling into slices of fabric was beyond her - before making a noise of relief, a phone being pulled from a pocket. Fingers worked the keys, attempting to reach Reno or Rude - hell, reaching Rufus would work just fine - with no luck. Little does she realize she's turned on the video and she's broadcasting for anybody to see.]
Odin's Beard! Why can't I get through to anybody! And how the hell did I wind up on the outskirts of Junon?!
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[Worriedly~] Are you okay?
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She gives a little grunting noise, trying to shift on the sands again to get to her knees. Only she fails and falls back on her butt.]
I'll be better once I find my partner. Have you seen a male, a several inches taller than me with dark hair past the shoulders and wearing a similar suit?
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[Her head turns this way and that, scanning the beach desperately to try and find her partner. Teeth grit together, a hand pressing to her head, fighting a wave of dizziness. Turning her attention to the young male beside her, her panic is clearly evident in both expression and tone.]
I can't...I can't just sit here! I have to find him! He's in just as bad of shape - maybe worse! You have to help me!
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B-but, you're injuries--
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Somebody not wanting to kill them, that is...]
...What's your name?
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C-could I ask yours? [It was good to know who you were helping, but he was still highly more concerned about her wounds and how much blood she may have lost. How long had she been out here?]
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I'm....I'm Ele..na.. [How long indeed? Whether from heat stroke, anemia, or sheer exhaustion, she's having a hard time staying conscious and accidentally falls forward against his smaller frame, her head resting against his shoulder.]
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A-are you alright? Miss Elena?
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I-I'm sorry... I'm just...very tired...
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El..en...[his eyes were welling up with tears, why was he so helpless? But, nonetheless he wiped them away with an arm and gently lowered her down, desperately looking around for something that might slow, or even stop the bleeding. If she was somewhat conscious, she might hear]
...Stay here...I'm going to...[and he trails off as he stands up, wiping his face.]
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An eye opened partially, seeing the terrified look of the boy who had found her, and felt her stomach sink. He was standing, he was...leaving her?]
W-wait.... [Her hand reached out, grabbing hold of the closest pant leg she could reach, fingers curling into the fabric.] Don't leave...
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But...I need to find a doctor, you're in pain.
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[ You have a voice coming from your device. Kinzie has already tapped into the newcomer's phone camera. ]
Sorry, this isn't quite OnStar, but I'll try to give you info if you need it.
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[Okay, she must be hearing things. She was sure she heard a voice, but there was nobody around that she could see. Lips curled into a frown, hearing the voice again. Looking at the phone in her hand, a light bulb lit.]
I don't know what this 'OnStar' is, but I'm trying to find my partner and figure out my location. What information can you provide?
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... You're lost, basically.
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I must be dreaming... [Her giggle is short of maniacal, fingers pinching and slapping at her cheeks.] C'mon Laney. Wake up. You've got a mission to complete.
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Not really as good at their jobs as they think.
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[She makes a short noise of frustration.]
Look, I don't have time to sit here and talk. I need to know just where this place is, what its called, and why my phone doesn't work. I have a partner missing somewhere and I have to find him immediately.
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The short answer is you're in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle, an island-based dimensional distortion somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean.
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Bermuda Triangle? Atlantic Ocean? [She's cursing under her breath.] I've never heard of those things. Am....am I even on Gaia anymore?
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