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Jenny ([personal profile] mydadsthedoctor) wrote2010-05-27 01:19 pm

054 - [Action/Accidental Voice]

[Sitting against the wall of a mountain, a river by her side, a familiar blond is huddled, her knees up to her chest, and her hands holding her head as if it were in severe pain. Her eyes are closed tightly as she mumbles quickly and quietly to herself, completely unaware of her surrounding or even that the journal is recording.]

...Stop it, stop it, stop it. Just go away. Be quiet. Stop. Please just go away. I don't want to hear it anymore...

[In a mere second, her voice goes from a quiet mumble, to a yell.]


GO AWAY!

[Voice]

[identity profile] mydadsthedoctor.livejournal.com 2010-05-27 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[She's quiet for a moment before answering him, though it sounds more as if she's still speaking to herself.]

...What do I hear? I hear...

[She's quiet for a much longer moment as she picks up a rock that had been sitting beside her and starts banging it on a bigger rock beside her, making a very specific beat. A beat of four.]
Edited 2010-05-27 20:38 (UTC)

[Voice]

[identity profile] realivewire.livejournal.com 2010-05-27 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
The drums. You hear them. Why would you...do you...

[Oh to hell with it.]

Where are you? ...I can help.

[Voice]

[identity profile] mydadsthedoctor.livejournal.com 2010-05-27 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
...Help? How can you...?

[She pauses, thinking about it, not that her mind is really letting her think too deeply into it.] Mountains... [Though the distinct sound of the river can be heard in the background to help pinpoint where around the mountains.]