069. || accidental video.
[A hard crackle of wind scraping against the microphone traditionally built in to City communication devices picks up, but there's no accompanying video, so it seems. In reality, it's the inside of a jacket pocket that's being put on display, but it doesn't stay that way for long. Whether the result of being jostled around by the wind or just by some traditional trick of the City, the device falls from the pocket about ten feet from impact and lands on its side.
It doesn't crack - with as hard to destroy as the communicators tend to be - but it does frame perfectly the image of Claire Bennet hitting the ground with a sickening series of crunches and snaps. For a moment, there is no movement, and then Claire takes a breath and seems to reinflate. If there's any pain to be felt, her face doesn't reflect it, and she goes about resetting her bones and holding her skin in places where it has split so that it can more easily knit back together.
Wiping the blood from her nose and mouth, she straightens her collarbone, fixes her hand where it has bent backward at her wrist, and then notices the device on the ground only a few paces away, the light that indicates RECORD. Clutching her wrist, she hooks one foot around the device and brings it back across the pavement. The lens smears, and she wipes it clean.]
As long as it's just recording, and not broadcasting. I could always keep it on for posterity's sake. It's not like anyone will ever have to see it. Somewhere Zach is probably fudging himself. [She spends a long moment looking into the camera and then unceremoniously climbs to her feet, cracking several things in the process. Standing straight and straightened out, she pans the camera over to a black metal staircase and hums.] Third time's the charm, right?
[The video continues through eight more trials, each time with the camera turned outward to capture the blue of the sky, as Claire tries her best to mimic both Nathan and Peter.]
[ooc: This isn't backdated, but it is from yesterday's curse and has been posted to the Network without Claire's knowledge. Just a general note, too, - and I feel as if I've been making this one a lot - but I apologize for failing to be around lately. I'm trying very hard to remedy that.]
It doesn't crack - with as hard to destroy as the communicators tend to be - but it does frame perfectly the image of Claire Bennet hitting the ground with a sickening series of crunches and snaps. For a moment, there is no movement, and then Claire takes a breath and seems to reinflate. If there's any pain to be felt, her face doesn't reflect it, and she goes about resetting her bones and holding her skin in places where it has split so that it can more easily knit back together.
Wiping the blood from her nose and mouth, she straightens her collarbone, fixes her hand where it has bent backward at her wrist, and then notices the device on the ground only a few paces away, the light that indicates RECORD. Clutching her wrist, she hooks one foot around the device and brings it back across the pavement. The lens smears, and she wipes it clean.]
As long as it's just recording, and not broadcasting. I could always keep it on for posterity's sake. It's not like anyone will ever have to see it. Somewhere Zach is probably fudging himself. [She spends a long moment looking into the camera and then unceremoniously climbs to her feet, cracking several things in the process. Standing straight and straightened out, she pans the camera over to a black metal staircase and hums.] Third time's the charm, right?
[The video continues through eight more trials, each time with the camera turned outward to capture the blue of the sky, as Claire tries her best to mimic both Nathan and Peter.]
[ooc: This isn't backdated, but it is from yesterday's curse and has been posted to the Network without Claire's knowledge. Just a general note, too, - and I feel as if I've been making this one a lot - but I apologize for failing to be around lately. I'm trying very hard to remedy that.]