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Jan. 5th, 2020 06:23 pmThis is a post for people to talk with Trisha one-on-one. Mark the tag as [action], [video], [voice], or [written]. Makes it easier on us all if you do.
And don't forget the date, too. Like so:
[video] May 1st
[voice] May 1st
[written] May 1st
[action May 1st
And don't forget the date, too. Like so:
[video] May 1st
[voice] May 1st
[written] May 1st
[action May 1st
~002: voice/action
Feb. 16th, 2012 10:18 pm[Trisha was just barely conscious enough to know what was going on around her. Through hazy eyes, she could see snow underneath her, odd metallic creatures walking away. She struggled to stay awake long enough to grab her journal, to let her boys know she was home. It didn't register that she should probably get help, as she was still injured and a little bloody. She reached for the journal, managing to grab it. But a pain shot through her arm, and she rested it down in the snow, wincing. She couldn't. She was losing consciousness. But she couldn't risk falling asleep in the snow. It was too dangerous. Granted that it was almost evening didn't exactly help matters. She tried once again to grab her journal, just a few feet away, but finally drifted into sleep.]
[She wakes up a few hours later, any hint of sunlight gone. She shudders against the snow, forcing herself up. Trisha had never been physically fit or any such thing, so something like this would lead straight to a bad cold, she knew that. Reaching again for the journal, she opened it up, a weak smile on her face.]
Ah... I'm back. Could someone please get me? It's... [She shudders fiercely.] ...it's really cold.
[She wakes up a few hours later, any hint of sunlight gone. She shudders against the snow, forcing herself up. Trisha had never been physically fit or any such thing, so something like this would lead straight to a bad cold, she knew that. Reaching again for the journal, she opened it up, a weak smile on her face.]
Ah... I'm back. Could someone please get me? It's... [She shudders fiercely.] ...it's really cold.
~001; video/action
Jan. 5th, 2012 06:33 pm--ah, did that get it to work? [A young woman with long chestnut brown hair shows up on the screen. Her expression is visibly worried as she looks around.] Could um...someone please explain to me where I am? This town doesn't look familiar at all. [She begins walking around a bit more to try and get a good bearing on this place, but stops and sits on a bench.] Is this.....really the afterlife? [That was mostly said to herself, as she wasn't looking at the journal.]
This is all quite a lot to take in. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous at all, so.....any help would greatly be appreciated. [She gives a smile to the camera before a sort of "ah ha!" moment goes over her.]
If anyone wants to get in contact with me soon, my name is Trisha Elric. [She rubs her arms a bit.] A coat or blanket would be nice, too. Thank you.
This is all quite a lot to take in. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous at all, so.....any help would greatly be appreciated. [She gives a smile to the camera before a sort of "ah ha!" moment goes over her.]
If anyone wants to get in contact with me soon, my name is Trisha Elric. [She rubs her arms a bit.] A coat or blanket would be nice, too. Thank you.
