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Log 15 Action/video
May. 13th, 2013 05:00 pm[She had thought she was going home. Everything had been that way and she'd felt light. As if she could fly. She'd thought she was going home. She had been able to smell the sea. Feel the rush of wind and for a moment her heart was open and then it was the sea but not her sea and when they dragged her out they wouldn't let her go.
It had hurt but she had endured. She had twisted and writhed and heard the cries of others but she was still strong...and then broke by gradual degrees. It was too long. She was too alone.
Now she is outside. She can feel the air and the smell the trees, feel the blood itching over her skin and her leg aching and bent, splinted with hands. It's dark. Absolutely dark. Even though she can feel the sun on her skin. There is nothing there but black.
She fumbles for the journal with one hand and finds it, opening it trying to gauge where things are with shaking fingers. She's not even sure if it's working. She can't tell and anyone might see but...she has no other choice.]
Marco...? Sanji...? I'm alright, but please...find me.
It had hurt but she had endured. She had twisted and writhed and heard the cries of others but she was still strong...and then broke by gradual degrees. It was too long. She was too alone.
Now she is outside. She can feel the air and the smell the trees, feel the blood itching over her skin and her leg aching and bent, splinted with hands. It's dark. Absolutely dark. Even though she can feel the sun on her skin. There is nothing there but black.
She fumbles for the journal with one hand and finds it, opening it trying to gauge where things are with shaking fingers. She's not even sure if it's working. She can't tell and anyone might see but...she has no other choice.]
Marco...? Sanji...? I'm alright, but please...find me.
