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tearmeanewone) wrote2014-01-30 10:36 pm
tearmeanewone) wrote2014-01-30 10:36 pm
onze + voice/action
[Voice]
Has anyone seen Booker DeWitt? Tall, sandy hair, typically frowning, has 'AD' on his hand? He's at Good Spirits usually, but I haven't seen him there in the past few days...
[She's been looking, too. Ever since that strange hole in everyone's memory, the destroyed wall in her bedroom, and Booker doing a disappearing act, she's felt very uneasy about his being missing. But all of his things were still in the house, so he couldn't have gone far...]
If anyone sees him, would you let him know that I'm-- that Elizabeth is waiting for him to come home?
[Action]
[In the mean time, there's a giant hole in her bedroom wall, and her bedroom is, of course, a disaster area. It's a little unnerving, truth be told, to not remember where so much damage came from, but she's trying to focus on Booker instead of her own memory. She's trying to distract herself with cleaning--moving chunks of wall out onto the grass outside, shaking out her bedding, attempting to put a curtain over the giant hole until it gets fixed...]
Has anyone seen Booker DeWitt? Tall, sandy hair, typically frowning, has 'AD' on his hand? He's at Good Spirits usually, but I haven't seen him there in the past few days...
[She's been looking, too. Ever since that strange hole in everyone's memory, the destroyed wall in her bedroom, and Booker doing a disappearing act, she's felt very uneasy about his being missing. But all of his things were still in the house, so he couldn't have gone far...]
If anyone sees him, would you let him know that I'm-- that Elizabeth is waiting for him to come home?
[Action]
[In the mean time, there's a giant hole in her bedroom wall, and her bedroom is, of course, a disaster area. It's a little unnerving, truth be told, to not remember where so much damage came from, but she's trying to focus on Booker instead of her own memory. She's trying to distract herself with cleaning--moving chunks of wall out onto the grass outside, shaking out her bedding, attempting to put a curtain over the giant hole until it gets fixed...]
[Action]
[Elizabeth presses her face into Gai's chest until her nose hurts, but she can't move her arms to hold him just yet.] I lived without Booker for months here. Why am I so scared now that he's not here again?
[Action]
[He just holds her protectively, allowing her to press against him. She'll hug him back when she's ready, he knows that much, and so he won't push her on that.]
Because you got used to having him around, and now it feels like something is missing. That and the uncertainty of what happened. The imagination fills in the blanks in the worst ways possible-- believe me, I know.