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X-0001 [ Voice/Action ]
Sep. 13th, 2013 02:48 am{ VOICE }
Mulder. Mulder?!
[ The frantic voice is preceded by the rustling sounds of someone inspecting a suspicious journal curiously, then climbing to her feet on a forest floor. She doesn't realize the buttons on the pages actually do something. ]
Damn it... MULDER! Are you there? Hello?! Is anyo--
[ A gasp interrupts her cries, and for a moment, there's silence. The pain is what has drawn her attention to the strange sensation on her back. When she reaches back to determine the cause, there's another gasp, louder this time. ]
Oh my God.
[ In her shock, the journal slips from her hand. After a thud, the recording ends. ]
{ ACTION }
[ WINGS. There are wings on her back right now. This isn't the first time Scully had woken up in a strange place, in the wrong clothes, or without her weapon... Hell, it's not the first time she'd woken up to find something had been done to her. BUT WINGS. Wings were somehow more distressing than an implant. They were a lot harder to put out of her mind. And what did they mean? Was she dead? This sure as Hell didn't look like any kind of Heaven she'd ever imagined.
And even more important than her new physical abnormality (maybe), is her partner. Where could he have ended up? Just before this they were on a plane to Kansas together, and now... Now her mind is racing with all the possibilities. She doesn't even know if she's heading in the right direction, or if there is a right direction. She's just continually scanning for any sign of him, any sign of life at all... When she comes across a playground. She moves faster now, running into the settlement, stopping at a fountain to survey the surroundings. ]
Hello?
Mulder. Mulder?!
[ The frantic voice is preceded by the rustling sounds of someone inspecting a suspicious journal curiously, then climbing to her feet on a forest floor. She doesn't realize the buttons on the pages actually do something. ]
Damn it... MULDER! Are you there? Hello?! Is anyo--
[ A gasp interrupts her cries, and for a moment, there's silence. The pain is what has drawn her attention to the strange sensation on her back. When she reaches back to determine the cause, there's another gasp, louder this time. ]
Oh my God.
[ In her shock, the journal slips from her hand. After a thud, the recording ends. ]
{ ACTION }
[ WINGS. There are wings on her back right now. This isn't the first time Scully had woken up in a strange place, in the wrong clothes, or without her weapon... Hell, it's not the first time she'd woken up to find something had been done to her. BUT WINGS. Wings were somehow more distressing than an implant. They were a lot harder to put out of her mind. And what did they mean? Was she dead? This sure as Hell didn't look like any kind of Heaven she'd ever imagined.
And even more important than her new physical abnormality (maybe), is her partner. Where could he have ended up? Just before this they were on a plane to Kansas together, and now... Now her mind is racing with all the possibilities. She doesn't even know if she's heading in the right direction, or if there is a right direction. She's just continually scanning for any sign of him, any sign of life at all... When she comes across a playground. She moves faster now, running into the settlement, stopping at a fountain to survey the surroundings. ]
Hello?
