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poly_chromatic2013-10-08 11:38 pm
gratefultogetaway) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-10-08 11:38 pm
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. 007 // Accidental Video/Mirror Mirror
I swear to God, hair, if you don't agree with me, I will grab the scissors and make you agree with me.
[Anya's in her bathroom, caught in a post-shower wrestling match with her hair. She's focused on the mirror and the hairbrush, and doesn't seem to realize that she turned her little camera on when she put the communicator down.]
Jeez...you'd think that they'd have come up with an easier way to deal with tangles...we're living in the future, after all...
[She frowns in concentration, working on a particularly tough knot.]
Honestly, of all the things they haven't really improved ye--AAAAAAAAH!!!!!
[It's now that she sees it. The woman in the mirror, dressed in a beautiful white dress, who looks just like her...except for the gunshot wounds and bayonet stab wounds covering her torso, bleeding and staining the dress red with blood.
Who looks just like her, except for the chunk of her skull missing, as if smashed in by the butt of a rifle.
She's only there for a moment, but that's all it takes to terrify Anya.
Anya just screams, darting as far away from the mirror as possible. She stares at the floor, eyes wide in horror, as she tries to catch her breath.]
...That...what...what the hell WAS that...?
[When she finally gets the courage to look up at the mirror again, the woman isn't there anymore.]
...Right...okay, that...that didn't happen, you didn't see any dead girls in the mirror...you're fine...
...Jesus Christ...
[ooc: History ain't pretty, boys and girls.]
[Anya's in her bathroom, caught in a post-shower wrestling match with her hair. She's focused on the mirror and the hairbrush, and doesn't seem to realize that she turned her little camera on when she put the communicator down.]
Jeez...you'd think that they'd have come up with an easier way to deal with tangles...we're living in the future, after all...
[She frowns in concentration, working on a particularly tough knot.]
Honestly, of all the things they haven't really improved ye--AAAAAAAAH!!!!!
[It's now that she sees it. The woman in the mirror, dressed in a beautiful white dress, who looks just like her...except for the gunshot wounds and bayonet stab wounds covering her torso, bleeding and staining the dress red with blood.
Who looks just like her, except for the chunk of her skull missing, as if smashed in by the butt of a rifle.
She's only there for a moment, but that's all it takes to terrify Anya.
Anya just screams, darting as far away from the mirror as possible. She stares at the floor, eyes wide in horror, as she tries to catch her breath.]
...That...what...what the hell WAS that...?
[When she finally gets the courage to look up at the mirror again, the woman isn't there anymore.]
...Right...okay, that...that didn't happen, you didn't see any dead girls in the mirror...you're fine...
...Jesus Christ...
[ooc: History ain't pretty, boys and girls.]
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[And with that, she's off to cover her mirror with a towel...along with anything else reflective.]