http://spoken-uniquely.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] spoken-uniquely.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paradisalost2009-09-11 12:02 am
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[18.]

[Sophie's deduced by now that, well, there are pictures and videos that are in need of being returned to their rightful owners. all of them seemed to contain memories of some sort, no matter how vague or brief, they seemed like they would be precious to other people in some way. after all, everyone seemed to be without memories. and something was better than nothing. working with remnants of one's own past was akin to piecing together a puzzle, after all. unfortunately for her, there were thousands of photos littering the floors of the tower she had found herself in, but nothing with her name.

she would find her way toward the door, the photos being pushed through as she walked. perhaps she would have better luck outside of this place?

and once she steps outside door, she can't help but notice for a second, from the corner of her eye that there had been a familiar device resembling a Blackberry. that was different. picking it up and looking at what was on the screen, she couldn't help but widen her eyes, stumbling back in the slightest once she realizes just what was being displayed.

was that her body? was that her... in pieces, bleeding every which way, a victim of a cruel slaughter? her free hand covered her mouth as she gasped, the memory at hand... slowly changing, shifting to that of her in a place shrouded in darkness, the feeling of confusion moving over each of her features. where was she? what was going on?

it was then, in her looking deeper into the memory, her attention was caught by a light. it was bright, almost as though someone had put a spotlight on her. she turned. it was intense, glistening brighter than anything she had seen before, though all she could make out was something vaguely representing a human form. she moved back against the door, stifling a shriek as it reached out toward her.

the last thing she remembered seeing were the faces of several people. eighteen people, in fact. they were still, they were staring, they looked nearly alive. the faces were vivid, almost piercing, though despite this, she could never see anything resembling a face of the one consumed by the light. when the "hand" made contact with her forehead, she could feel her body trembling as she released her grip on the phone, sinking along with it on the ground.

...what was that?]


I... I don't think anyone else saw... a bright light recently, did they?

(ooc. directly related to this if you want in on that fun train. thano tested; mod approved.

OPEN LIEK WHOA. AND OMG I TL;DRED SO HARD. I APOLOGIZE! GAH. ;;)
cloakand_danger: (moving into the street)

[personal profile] cloakand_danger 2009-09-11 08:47 am (UTC)(link)
[He grimaces a bit.] Yes. I hate thinking of it that way, but...yes, exactly.

I'm sure it was... [He shakes his head a bit.] ...What's your name? I'll let you know if I find anything that belongs to you.
cloakand_danger: (so that our banner may advance?)

[personal profile] cloakand_danger 2009-09-11 08:59 am (UTC)(link)
It's best to be realistic about the situation...and the reality is very unpleasant.

[He smiles back.] I'm Yuan, Miss Devereaux. And it's no trouble - we're all in the same mess, so it's better if we work together to find our way out of it.
cloakand_danger: (run and tell the angels)

[personal profile] cloakand_danger 2009-09-11 09:23 am (UTC)(link)
It would seem so.

That would definitely- [Oh, hello picture. He stares at it perplexedly, then turns to try and look at his own back.]

But...I don't have wings like that. And those beings in the background...are those angels?