[The figure's hands return to their customary positions, deeply ingrained. It's not going to pull the trigger for her, after all. That would defeat the point! She looks into the void and the void looks back, with puzzled tilt.]
Huh? Didn't I just tell you? Geez... I guess you really aren't listening.
[A slow shake of the head. Yareyare...]
But it's okay. Everyone goes there in the end. It's not like it matters which way... Aren't I right, Sara Chidouin?
[There's just a little lilted weight on her name. The shadow cocks it's head up at the ceiling as a faint sound slowly working on becoming audible resolves into a noise that had always been there for a while; a barely there scratching, in the ceiling, in the walls, going in and out to silence as it had moved. The shadow exhales.]
Sigh... how tedious.
[The scratching disappears. A drip of water later, two maybe, the doorknob (was there always a door?) starts rattling, insistently. Off and on... off and on. Going for a while, stopping, and then going again. The figure cups it's hands around it's mouth.]
We're not buying anything! Try the door across the hall! [This doesn't seem to affect the rattling in the slightest, but the figure turns back to Sara.] Nooo thank you... Where were we?
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Date: 2022-01-20 12:35 pm (UTC)Huh? Didn't I just tell you? Geez... I guess you really aren't listening.
[A slow shake of the head. Yareyare...]
But it's okay. Everyone goes there in the end. It's not like it matters which way... Aren't I right, Sara Chidouin?
[There's just a little lilted weight on her name. The shadow cocks it's head up at the ceiling as a faint sound slowly working on becoming audible resolves into a noise that had always been there for a while; a barely there scratching, in the ceiling, in the walls, going in and out to silence as it had moved. The shadow exhales.]
Sigh... how tedious.
[The scratching disappears. A drip of water later, two maybe, the doorknob (was there always a door?) starts rattling, insistently. Off and on... off and on. Going for a while, stopping, and then going again. The figure cups it's hands around it's mouth.]
We're not buying anything! Try the door across the hall! [This doesn't seem to affect the rattling in the slightest, but the figure turns back to Sara.] Nooo thank you... Where were we?