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[Video/Audio/In Person]
[Somewhere outside one of the hospitals, there's an odd moment as the walls and sidewalk in a ten foot area start to warp and crumble, wisps of flame curling away as the stone and concrete blackens, blood seeping out of it and hardening across it; for a minute, that spot is shrouded in darkness, as if the shadows started actively eating light. A shape pulls together out of ash and darkness, roughly human, although she's burned to charcoal and cinders, red and sickly grey and black burns making up the whole of her skin; her black hair's singed and crumbled at the edges, and the blue dress she's wearing is covered in ash and blood stains, scorched, with holes eaten through it from flame-sparks here and there. She's sticking close to the burned-up wall, obviously agitated and curled in a hunch, although her movement occasionally stutters like someone dropped a few frames out of the film.
After a couple seconds of disorientation, there's a scream, although the human voice is accompanied by a few other things that don't seem human and a sort of metal-on-metal screech...]
[That scream goes off across the network, with some blackberries possibly suddenly turning on to broadcast it; it's followed, in the broadcast, by static and screeching white noise, with occasional flickers of some kind of nightmarishly burned and blackened room, with an inhuman, unknown shape occasionally pawing at the screen in the frame-flickers - the location of the images isn't consistent, either, and occasionally off in the background a distorted and panicked child's voice can be heard calling out, "Where am I?"]
[OOC: She may not respond to network replies until she calms down and notices the Blackberry, but feel free to respond/react/freak out/WTF anyway.
Also, there is a bit of approach-at-own-risk here - she's a little panicky and not entirely coherent right now.]
After a couple seconds of disorientation, there's a scream, although the human voice is accompanied by a few other things that don't seem human and a sort of metal-on-metal screech...]
[That scream goes off across the network, with some blackberries possibly suddenly turning on to broadcast it; it's followed, in the broadcast, by static and screeching white noise, with occasional flickers of some kind of nightmarishly burned and blackened room, with an inhuman, unknown shape occasionally pawing at the screen in the frame-flickers - the location of the images isn't consistent, either, and occasionally off in the background a distorted and panicked child's voice can be heard calling out, "Where am I?"]
[OOC: She may not respond to network replies until she calms down and notices the Blackberry, but feel free to respond/react/freak out/WTF anyway.
Also, there is a bit of approach-at-own-risk here - she's a little panicky and not entirely coherent right now.]
[Video]
Holy shit-
Are you okay? Do you need any help?
no subject
[Video]
What in the world happened to that body...?!]
[Video]
[Video]
[There is a reply - although it's another mess of flickers and static...]
[A couple frames of a little girl in a blue dress in a burned-out schoolhouse - ] [Static - then a frame-flicker of buildings, the street in New York - a flicker of the hospital-husk with a Nurse staggering down the hall - static - the same girl, older, teenaged, ducking half-behind a wall in another of the hellish buildings-] This isn't home. This isn't mine.
[No Feed]
[Video]
Where are you exactly?
[Video]
[It ... doesn't exactly help the unease - it isn't contributing to panic, but that's something deeply unsettling, even if it gives a little more of something to focus on. Blind panic was something to try to move away from. Blind panic never helped, only made things worse.]
[There's somewhat quieter static for a moment, then an image that flickers a little between a seemingly long-abandoned hospital with a stained and faded "Alchemilla Hospital" sign, and a more current and recognizable image of one of the hospitals in Manhattan, from a street alongside it.]
[Video]
Stay there okay? I'll come find you.
[Video]
[There may be occasional bursts of white-noise static still, although nothing that's actually an attempt at contact; by the time he gets there, the radius of the twisted area around her has shrunk a little, and her image is ... well, eighteen-ish and only MOSTLY burned and nightmarish, with what seems to be a few patches that "missed" getting "damaged". She's waiting, hanging close to the wall uncertainly.]
[Video ---> In Person]
Though it doesn't take long for Eddie to find his way to the hospital. He pushes a door open calling out to her.]
Are you still here?
[Though it doesn't take long for him to notice Alessa. Surprise, horror and concern all bouncing across his face as he moves to approach. He's pretty much intending to help anyway he can, because ajkdjssk THOSE BURNS.] Fuck, fuck-
Can you talk at all or- are you too hurt?
[In Person]
[The burned-darkened floor ripples and ... lessens to just "dingy" around where he's walking, as she's confused, but both intentionally and unconsciously reacting to his intentions to try to keep the worst of it away from him.]
I- [The voice is ... a little off, and doesn't seem to be entirely spoken out loud]
I can talk -
[This is new, and not a reaction she's ever had to this form-] This -
is not real - [Although if he'd seen her actual body...]
[In Person]
Brows crinkling as he listens.]
Not real- like- a disguise or we talkin' somethin' else?
[In Person]
[It almost gets worse as she realizes she's going to have to explain something, then she forces it back down as much as she can; while she doesn't manage to get any semblance of 'normal', patches of it manage to bloom here and there and shift, settling into a few small bits of whole skin.]
It's not my body. I don't stay there much. [She's holding still, looking up at him, but there's a distinctly uncertain tinge to the way she's hovering by the wall.]
[In Person]
Though he finally does notice their surroundings. MOAR BLINK. He glances back up when he hears the next bit of news, brow going up.]
Don't stay- like you're a ghost? [Yeah, still concern, though he's equally as uncertain.]
[In Person]
granted it seems as if he should know that song and dance himself][That - is enough to bring some grounding, of a sort - she manages to get a bit more looking whole, and the area that's gone nightmarish shrinks by a half-foot or so.]
Not really. [She gives him a sad, half-pained sort of smile.] Ghosts are dead.
[In Person]
Oh he does. He fights demons, so hack into pieces first is a instinct]I'm already not likin' how this sounds kid, so you're somewhere- hurt? [He frowns, contemplating raiding a nurses station soon enough.]
[In Person]
I have been for almost thirty years now.
[In Person]
Should- I even ask how that works or that not a viable option?
[In Person]
It's a curse. That much there is no reason to hide.
[In Person]
Like a literal curse or somethin' else?
[In Person]
A literal curse - a part of a larger ritual, meant to open doors and change the world. [Her voice has turned bitter again, knowing what the world would've actually become...]