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Second Injection [Video, then action]
Sep. 4th, 2013 04:11 pm[It's sometime in the very early morning hours when the video clicks on, the screen filled with the blurry motion of a hand, panickedly grabbing at the air, which had apparently smacked the journal open unexpectedly. The journal itself is lying on a bed now, and the only sound is a short, terror-filled, half-muffled scream that trails off into a gasp of air as Eleanor sits up in her bed. Her eyes are wild and panicked, her breathing fast, and she claws at the sheets around her, shifting the journal further away.]
Fath-
[The shout cuts off as the world around her reasserts itself, and after a few moments, her dark eyes searching, she seems to realize it was just a dream and she groans softly, pressing her hand into her face as if trying to calm herself down. Her skin is slick with sweat, the simple white nightgown she was wearing clinging to her, a testament to nightmares that must have been going on for several hours.]
[For several moments she is silent, as her breathing slowly settles down, her eyes closed tight.]
Another dream...
[She finally speaks again, her voice soft and filled with a suppressed frustration, as her hand drops into her sheet-covered lap. After a few seconds of silence, she groans and flops down onto her back, out of sight, which makes the journal jump on the bed, enough that it gets her attention. A hand scrabbles about on the screen until she grips it, picking the book up and holding it above her head, her eyes narrow as she looks it over...until she figures out it is sending a video.]
[She makes an irritated sound, almost a growl, and with a snap, the book slams shut.]
[Action]
[All attempts to return to sleep failed, so shortly before the sun rose, the teen could be found wandering around the village in the quiet before everyone starts bustling about. She had changed into a shirt and skirt but her feet were still bare. Her too-thin arms were wrapped around her stomach to ward off the lingering chill of the night before.]
[She didn't seem to have anywhere in particular she was trying to go, just wandering in a failed attempt to clear her head.]
[ooc: Eleanor will probably answer if people try to talk to her on the journal after her dream, or she can be run into wandering about, she'll be out for at least a few hours in the morning.]
Fath-
[The shout cuts off as the world around her reasserts itself, and after a few moments, her dark eyes searching, she seems to realize it was just a dream and she groans softly, pressing her hand into her face as if trying to calm herself down. Her skin is slick with sweat, the simple white nightgown she was wearing clinging to her, a testament to nightmares that must have been going on for several hours.]
[For several moments she is silent, as her breathing slowly settles down, her eyes closed tight.]
Another dream...
[She finally speaks again, her voice soft and filled with a suppressed frustration, as her hand drops into her sheet-covered lap. After a few seconds of silence, she groans and flops down onto her back, out of sight, which makes the journal jump on the bed, enough that it gets her attention. A hand scrabbles about on the screen until she grips it, picking the book up and holding it above her head, her eyes narrow as she looks it over...until she figures out it is sending a video.]
[She makes an irritated sound, almost a growl, and with a snap, the book slams shut.]
[Action]
[All attempts to return to sleep failed, so shortly before the sun rose, the teen could be found wandering around the village in the quiet before everyone starts bustling about. She had changed into a shirt and skirt but her feet were still bare. Her too-thin arms were wrapped around her stomach to ward off the lingering chill of the night before.]
[She didn't seem to have anywhere in particular she was trying to go, just wandering in a failed attempt to clear her head.]
[ooc: Eleanor will probably answer if people try to talk to her on the journal after her dream, or she can be run into wandering about, she'll be out for at least a few hours in the morning.]
