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ataraxion2013-03-01 09:02 pm
unparental) wrote in ataraxion2013-03-01 09:02 pm
( 14 ) video ✶ into the water let it pull him under don’t you lift him let him drown alive
[ the feed opens on two pairs of feet; one large, one smaller. then jenna's voice comes through. ]
Tell you what. I'm going to leave you here, with this broadcasting-- [ the shot jerks a little, exposing an empty and spotless kitchen. ] and that way you can have something to talk to while I try and figure out where we are right now. I'll be back in a flash, you've seen how fast I can move now, and you know I'll hear you. Okay?
[ not waiting for an answer, jenna presses her comm into desmond’s hand and brings it up a little, so his chest is in frame, squeezing his shoulder with her other hand. ] I'll be right back, I promise.
Right. [Desmond sounds... Well shellshocked and crazy pretty much covers it. You can hear him swallow in that sort of pained, half-panting way, like he's out of breath and can't quite manage to calm himself down.] Assuming anyone's still out there, yeah? [He might be talking to Jenna, but she’s already gone. The comm shifts violently, flashing to Desmond’s face for only a half second (long enough to see he has both eyes and doesn't seem to be missing anything vital) and then to the ceiling and then back to the floor.] I don't understand what more it wants from me. Three bloody years of my life, pushing a damned button wasn't enough. I've been to the heart. I saw the light again. It was supposed to put me back. It was supposed to- [The camera swings by so fast you can easily tell that Desmond was gearing up to smash it against the nearest wall before-]
--whoa whoa, hey. Hey, it's okay. It's okay, I'm right here. Des? Desmond? [ she crouches down, taking the comm back into her own hands and setting it on the counter, where it films the tops of their heads for the moment. ] We're fine, look. We're even back in the main part of the ship, so that trek back is cancelled. I'm--
[ she pauses, hand reaching up into the picture again as she reaches for the comm, setting in on her upraised knees so it's more or less centered on the two of them, looking a whole lot worse for the wear. ]
If someone could prove big brother is always watching and figure out what floor we're on for me, that would be great. Who needs civil liberties, anyway? --don't get any extra ideas, Nathan. [ there's a tinge of forced, unnatural cheer to her tone, and her gaze darts over to desmond every few moments as if she needs to make sure he's there and fine. ] And maybe whoever pulls rescue duty, bring him something with a lot of sugar in it? That would be great.
[Desmond rubs his face, weary.] Someone tell Tyke I found what I was lookin' for, yeah? It's all true.
[ she inhales, about to add something else; then she shakes her head, lips pressed together in a tired line and jabs the off button. ]
( ooc | they're on floor thirty eight, where they were dumped after being rescued by ward from some Seriously Bad Metaplot Shit. colors for ease: jenna and desmond. )
Tell you what. I'm going to leave you here, with this broadcasting-- [ the shot jerks a little, exposing an empty and spotless kitchen. ] and that way you can have something to talk to while I try and figure out where we are right now. I'll be back in a flash, you've seen how fast I can move now, and you know I'll hear you. Okay?
[ not waiting for an answer, jenna presses her comm into desmond’s hand and brings it up a little, so his chest is in frame, squeezing his shoulder with her other hand. ] I'll be right back, I promise.
Right. [Desmond sounds... Well shellshocked and crazy pretty much covers it. You can hear him swallow in that sort of pained, half-panting way, like he's out of breath and can't quite manage to calm himself down.] Assuming anyone's still out there, yeah? [He might be talking to Jenna, but she’s already gone. The comm shifts violently, flashing to Desmond’s face for only a half second (long enough to see he has both eyes and doesn't seem to be missing anything vital) and then to the ceiling and then back to the floor.] I don't understand what more it wants from me. Three bloody years of my life, pushing a damned button wasn't enough. I've been to the heart. I saw the light again. It was supposed to put me back. It was supposed to- [The camera swings by so fast you can easily tell that Desmond was gearing up to smash it against the nearest wall before-]
--whoa whoa, hey. Hey, it's okay. It's okay, I'm right here. Des? Desmond? [ she crouches down, taking the comm back into her own hands and setting it on the counter, where it films the tops of their heads for the moment. ] We're fine, look. We're even back in the main part of the ship, so that trek back is cancelled. I'm--
[ she pauses, hand reaching up into the picture again as she reaches for the comm, setting in on her upraised knees so it's more or less centered on the two of them, looking a whole lot worse for the wear. ]
If someone could prove big brother is always watching and figure out what floor we're on for me, that would be great. Who needs civil liberties, anyway? --don't get any extra ideas, Nathan. [ there's a tinge of forced, unnatural cheer to her tone, and her gaze darts over to desmond every few moments as if she needs to make sure he's there and fine. ] And maybe whoever pulls rescue duty, bring him something with a lot of sugar in it? That would be great.
[Desmond rubs his face, weary.] Someone tell Tyke I found what I was lookin' for, yeah? It's all true.
[ she inhales, about to add something else; then she shakes her head, lips pressed together in a tired line and jabs the off button. ]
( ooc | they're on floor thirty eight, where they were dumped after being rescued by ward from some Seriously Bad Metaplot Shit. colors for ease: jenna and desmond. )
voice »
[ and now it's her turn to pause and shake her head on her end. ]
Not... quite, we might as well be anyway. Official is just-- okay, a little scary. And admittedly hard, what with all hell crashing down on our heads every couple months.
voice »
Do you two love each other? And I mean the sort of love that just transcend the fact that you're on a hellship and have hell coming down on you.
[ there's a reason he's asking, promise, jenna. ]
voice » NOT SORRY
More than anything else.
voice » NO REGRETS ON MY END EITHER
At the risk of sounding like a hopeless romantic. romantic you'd be surprised at the power of that sort of love can have over getting over your fears and everything else. Just something to think about from someone who's made it work so to speak. If you love him that much, and he loves you that much, things manage to figure themselves out.
voice » ...shut up i am having gross headcanon feelings about jenna and her dad now
Well, that's... I wanted to tease you and say cheesy, but all I have is 'beautiful'. Your wife has a pretty good husband-- but I get the feeling anyone you'd pick already knows that.
voice » this just really kind of hurts oops.
I'd have to disagree a little bit. I'm good— not perfect or anything. [ awkwardest clearing of his throat ever. ] You'll think about what I said?
voice » it's a thread of pain
voice » i am so done oh my god.
You take care, alright?
voice » hurt ow my heart
voice » so much hurt in my heart place. q
Cross my heart. I'll see you around. [ click off because no i am done with thread you cannot make me do any more sarah. ]