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ataraxion2013-03-15 05:19 am
whywefight) wrote in ataraxion2013-03-15 05:19 am
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Video || 002
[Shepard's been restless all night, most of it's because of nightmares that leave her drenched in cold sweat and disoriented when she wakes. The third time she does so, it's entirely too early after being entirely too early the last time she woke. The video flicks on and the lighting around her is subdued,muted in that vaguely 'trying to let patients rest' sort of way. She's somehow lost her blankets and the first shot that transmits is a flash of red hair and a green eye, then a bare shoulder as she reaches out for the covers she's kicked onto the floor. The communication device joins them and she frowns miserably as she stares down at it and what had been fairly warm covers.]
That's it.
[Her voice is a soft growl that sits between irritated and bored as hell. A flicker of blue, the charging of her biotics, glows bright for a moment as she focuses, and just when it looks like she's got it and is about to release a last ditch pull, it sputters and dies. Her expression went from determined to paler and exhausted.]
Shit. [Reaching out, she tries again, only to have the same thing happen. Her biotics were pretty much offline and, as she sits there staring down with steely determination at the covers and the communicator, she really wants to hit something -- or at least attempt blow this joint..]
I need evac. And my blanket.
[Shepard inched her way to the edge of the bed and slowly lowered herself to her feet. Retaliatory pain lanced through her heels and calves, straight through her hips and up her spine. No more medigel in her omnitool, though her first thought was to call it up. An instant later, she was on her knees, but at least she had her blanket, which she pulled inch by inch toward her. Once she had it, she grimaced and angled a look at the doorway. Maybe she'd just...rest. Five minutes. Yep.]
Mostly evac.
That's it.
[Her voice is a soft growl that sits between irritated and bored as hell. A flicker of blue, the charging of her biotics, glows bright for a moment as she focuses, and just when it looks like she's got it and is about to release a last ditch pull, it sputters and dies. Her expression went from determined to paler and exhausted.]
Shit. [Reaching out, she tries again, only to have the same thing happen. Her biotics were pretty much offline and, as she sits there staring down with steely determination at the covers and the communicator, she really wants to hit something -- or at least attempt blow this joint..]
I need evac. And my blanket.
[Shepard inched her way to the edge of the bed and slowly lowered herself to her feet. Retaliatory pain lanced through her heels and calves, straight through her hips and up her spine. No more medigel in her omnitool, though her first thought was to call it up. An instant later, she was on her knees, but at least she had her blanket, which she pulled inch by inch toward her. Once she had it, she grimaced and angled a look at the doorway. Maybe she'd just...rest. Five minutes. Yep.]
Mostly evac.