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[ The video turns on to show a woman, her brunette hair still damp, curling strands beginning to fall over her face.
She doesn't look scared but her brows knit closer together, as she gives the device in her hand a look of confusion, mixed with subtle awe; an attempt to make sense of all of this. ]
A ship?...I don't understand. [ She speaks. At first it's a mutter, her French accent subtle, but noticeable. It's not that she does not understand where she is; it almost sounds a bit deeper-- a lack of understanding as to why she was here, rather than anything else. She's looking around, then casts a glance to her arm and the new, unwanted tattoo there.
It's probably a play of the shadows, but her shoulders give a single, small quiver before she swallows, straightens, as the sound of a door sliding open can be heard; she averts her gaze form the screen, into her new 'quarters'. ] Dom?
[ A blink; a beat. ] This is not the reality i was meant to wake up to.
She doesn't look scared but her brows knit closer together, as she gives the device in her hand a look of confusion, mixed with subtle awe; an attempt to make sense of all of this. ]
A ship?...I don't understand. [ She speaks. At first it's a mutter, her French accent subtle, but noticeable. It's not that she does not understand where she is; it almost sounds a bit deeper-- a lack of understanding as to why she was here, rather than anything else. She's looking around, then casts a glance to her arm and the new, unwanted tattoo there.
It's probably a play of the shadows, but her shoulders give a single, small quiver before she swallows, straightens, as the sound of a door sliding open can be heard; she averts her gaze form the screen, into her new 'quarters'. ] Dom?
[ A blink; a beat. ] This is not the reality i was meant to wake up to.