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๑ Otto ๑ Phone ๑
A. [On the floor of Mayfield's Church of Salvation, just behind the alter, you can find Romana's body, neck broken, with a bottle of Holy Water spilt next to her. Her eyes are shut, a single tear in the corner of her eye]
B. [Sometime later there's a call, the voice clearly Romana's, even if it is choked up in what sounds like tears]
It hurts... bastardi, it hurts so much... why didn't you help, why, I would have helped you...
[A small burst of static interrupts her and the line goes silent, the voice waiting for a response before continuing it's game]
C. [She's warm, comfortable, as Romana wakes, sleepily eyeing the room Mayfield has given her. In the moments of her first waking she lazily rolls over, her mind slowly focusing on yesterday. And when she remembers she gasps, sitting up quickly, her hand flying to her neck. While it feels perfectly fine, she still gets up quickly, to the small vanity table, to check the mirror, needing visual evidence to abate her fears.
...she's fine. There's not a bruise, not a scratch, nothing. She swallows, shaky fingers tracing a line down her throat as she stares. She was dead, she knows. It may have been a quick death, but it happened.
Eventually she makes it to the phone, cradling the base unit in her lap as she leans against the wall. Her voice, without her realising, is nearly identical to the one the angel used yesterday.]
Is... is anybody there?
B. [Sometime later there's a call, the voice clearly Romana's, even if it is choked up in what sounds like tears]
It hurts... bastardi, it hurts so much... why didn't you help, why, I would have helped you...
[A small burst of static interrupts her and the line goes silent, the voice waiting for a response before continuing it's game]
C. [She's warm, comfortable, as Romana wakes, sleepily eyeing the room Mayfield has given her. In the moments of her first waking she lazily rolls over, her mind slowly focusing on yesterday. And when she remembers she gasps, sitting up quickly, her hand flying to her neck. While it feels perfectly fine, she still gets up quickly, to the small vanity table, to check the mirror, needing visual evidence to abate her fears.
...she's fine. There's not a bruise, not a scratch, nothing. She swallows, shaky fingers tracing a line down her throat as she stares. She was dead, she knows. It may have been a quick death, but it happened.
Eventually she makes it to the phone, cradling the base unit in her lap as she leans against the wall. Her voice, without her realising, is nearly identical to the one the angel used yesterday.]
Is... is anybody there?
no subject
Why--
Was I supposed to do someth--
You never--
What are you talking--
N-no! No! I didn't-- What's wrong, Romana? Are you okay? Where are you?
no subject
[Soft, muffled sound, like tears]
They hurt me, and you did nothing.
no subject
Where are you?
no subject
It hurts.... it's so cold...
[Soft whimper]
no subject
( ( And he hangs up, or rather, throws the phone down and begins to run out. In the phone's background, he yells to his wife to say he's going out, there's running, and the door opens and closes. He doesn't even notice that something is different about the town today, that there are suddenly statues in places that originally didn't have statues. Spain has a one track mind and right now, his only thought is getting to the church. ) )