[Accidental Video]
There isn't so much to talk about these days.
You're just starved for attention, is what you are.
[The device is sitting on top of Helena's closet, facing down into the room. Light pours in from the open window, and a breeze shakes the curtains. The usual mess and clutter of clothes and books litters the floor. Helena herself is lying on her bed, wearing her pajamas, her legs raised upwards perpendicular to the ground. Each foot is adorned with a sock puppet, a little toy made with marker pens, but never buttons. She moves them back and forth, swaying her legs and occasionally making the puppets face each other. She fills in both their voices, but changes accents between them.]
After that last event? What did you expect?
...
I didn't expect it to...
[No, this is normal behavior for her. But it's usually done in private, when she thinks that no one is watching. With good reason, too.]
...
[The puppets stop moving. Her legs slowly come to rest on the bed. In a practiced motion, she takes off the socks using only her feet and kicks them off the bed, as her eyes search the ceiling, and her hands remain folded over her stomach.]
...To take you away.
[She breathes in deep, eyes closed, letting the fresh air wash over her. The breath turns into a sob.]
[It's not like she seldom cries. She knows that she's a little bit prone to that sort of thing. But it had happened less since... since Christmas. Since an event had put her and him under mistletoe... And now, an event had taken him away. There were several days of not seeing him, followed by silence on his part, until she had looked for him. His room had been empty. She couldn't even find the scrapbook gift she had once made for him. She couldn't even have spent a last day with him, because of the event.]
[She had searched the Mansion for a while. And then she had checked the Really Useful Book, and it told her to stop looking. You can't find what isn't there, had been written on the first page she looked at.]
[Now, in the early morning, she turns from the camera, toward the window, her shoulders shaking slightly. Soon, other people would notice. Meriken, probably, would make a big deal out of it, and Germany, too. But for a while, she didn't have to face anyone else, didn't have to tell anyone else how she felt. For a while, she could be alone and just cry.]
[The Really Useful Book obviously doesn't like the publicity. It nudges the camera several times, covering the screen with it's small pages, until it's finally able to hit the off switch.]
[[OOC: Replies will be delayed ICly.]]
You're just starved for attention, is what you are.
[The device is sitting on top of Helena's closet, facing down into the room. Light pours in from the open window, and a breeze shakes the curtains. The usual mess and clutter of clothes and books litters the floor. Helena herself is lying on her bed, wearing her pajamas, her legs raised upwards perpendicular to the ground. Each foot is adorned with a sock puppet, a little toy made with marker pens, but never buttons. She moves them back and forth, swaying her legs and occasionally making the puppets face each other. She fills in both their voices, but changes accents between them.]
After that last event? What did you expect?
...
I didn't expect it to...
[No, this is normal behavior for her. But it's usually done in private, when she thinks that no one is watching. With good reason, too.]
...
[The puppets stop moving. Her legs slowly come to rest on the bed. In a practiced motion, she takes off the socks using only her feet and kicks them off the bed, as her eyes search the ceiling, and her hands remain folded over her stomach.]
...To take you away.
[She breathes in deep, eyes closed, letting the fresh air wash over her. The breath turns into a sob.]
[It's not like she seldom cries. She knows that she's a little bit prone to that sort of thing. But it had happened less since... since Christmas. Since an event had put her and him under mistletoe... And now, an event had taken him away. There were several days of not seeing him, followed by silence on his part, until she had looked for him. His room had been empty. She couldn't even find the scrapbook gift she had once made for him. She couldn't even have spent a last day with him, because of the event.]
[She had searched the Mansion for a while. And then she had checked the Really Useful Book, and it told her to stop looking. You can't find what isn't there, had been written on the first page she looked at.]
[Now, in the early morning, she turns from the camera, toward the window, her shoulders shaking slightly. Soon, other people would notice. Meriken, probably, would make a big deal out of it, and Germany, too. But for a while, she didn't have to face anyone else, didn't have to tell anyone else how she felt. For a while, she could be alone and just cry.]
[The Really Useful Book obviously doesn't like the publicity. It nudges the camera several times, covering the screen with it's small pages, until it's finally able to hit the off switch.]
[[OOC: Replies will be delayed ICly.]]