| [Something - a body part similar to an elbow or a knee or something to that effect - hits the SFC, turning it on. All it shows at first is part of the wall in an alleyway and some clutter on the ground. Silence lingers for a moment, before there's a small moan. There's some scuffling, knees scraping against the ground, before a hand, then two come into view.]
...Where...
[The voice is quiet, but it's definitely Rinoa's. With considerable effort, she crawls over to the wall, unknowingly in most of the camera's view. She curls up into a ball against the wall.]
Don't... don't come back. No more needles, please.
[Who she's talking to, if anyone, is unclear. When her head lifts up, her one eye looks dazed and unfocused. The other would, too, except it's too swollen to tell. Her work uniform is tattered and basically destroyed. Most of the damage is on her back, which is blocked from view for now. But some of the blood made its way to the front and on her skirt.
Frightened, she looks around, as if waiting for someone to come back, someone she does not want to see.]
Don't come back. I don't want him to come back.
[She curls up tighter, burying her head in her knees.]
I'm scared...
[Untouched for awhile now, the SFC eventually shuts off, with Rinoa still totally unaware it was on.]
((ooc: This is forward-dated a little early to early evening. Rinoa likely won't be responding since she's still out of it, but still feel free to react or interact with other people who reply. Action is closed to Squall. There'll be an open log with Rinoa in recovery in a couple days C: ] |
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