track007 ☆彡 ❝ without noticing the love that always protected me ❞
→ initially public ⇋ accidental video ←
[ a static wide shot to a clearly preoccupied Ranka, hands on her knees and breathing hard. she's got tear tracks on her cheeks and her dampened hair hangs around her face. she looks like she's about to tip over but she falls awkwardly to sit on the ground. she's so small against the skyline of the city, a tiny thing, a seed of a girl caught in the maw of the gaping sky. ]
I know what they would do. I know what they would want me to do.
[ she covers her eyes with her hands ]
When I look up at the sky, breathing in the shining wind...
[ a calm seems to settle over her. Seems. A trembling echoing in her voice ]
When I look up at the sky, breathing in the shining wind-
[ A fragile thing, like her bones can't even hold up under the weight. ]
-that lands on the window sash-
[ But with every word her voice gets stronger and she rubs at her eyes, scrubs at her face with the back of her hands. ]
I will color over it with the angel's paint-
[ she stops. a second, another and passing and passing until it's a rush of silence then
quietly, firmly ]
Any way I want.
[ stops again, then slaps her palms to the side of her face. ]
I can't sing if I'm crying!
[ and she stands, a little unsteady at first but she shifts, right hand cupped around an mic that wasn't there and the other stretched out at her side. ]
♫~When we first met, I was even drawn to space. Without noticing the love that always protected me, I said good-bye to you, and "I love you." Will this feeling become te--~♫
[ Arm sweeping as she sings the word 'space', a shy turn away for good-bye and her hand held out even when giving "I love you." Almost there until she stumbles into a cough on tears, and all the singing before turns into wheezing. She staggers to the camera, reaching to a mineral water bottle to her when it jostles the communicator and-
-the ground seems to swing back and forth, inching down to fall. A piece of paper, a lyric sheet, droplets of water on the last stanza she sang and in the background Ranka bursts out into a wail ]
If I'm coming down with something, please let it wait until after the talent show! No- I shouldn't. I'm not going to get sick! Go me, don't get sick! Go me, don't get sick!
[ the next line: If I look away, everything will leave me. ]
→ retro-locked private ⇋ hackable ←
( ooc: talent show preparation! hack and comment at your own peril. she didn't know the video got posted at first but as soon as she noticed (a minute or so later), she private-locked the heck out of it )
[ a static wide shot to a clearly preoccupied Ranka, hands on her knees and breathing hard. she's got tear tracks on her cheeks and her dampened hair hangs around her face. she looks like she's about to tip over but she falls awkwardly to sit on the ground. she's so small against the skyline of the city, a tiny thing, a seed of a girl caught in the maw of the gaping sky. ]
I know what they would do. I know what they would want me to do.
[ she covers her eyes with her hands ]
When I look up at the sky, breathing in the shining wind...
[ a calm seems to settle over her. Seems. A trembling echoing in her voice ]
When I look up at the sky, breathing in the shining wind-
[ A fragile thing, like her bones can't even hold up under the weight. ]
-that lands on the window sash-
[ But with every word her voice gets stronger and she rubs at her eyes, scrubs at her face with the back of her hands. ]
I will color over it with the angel's paint-
[ she stops. a second, another and passing and passing until it's a rush of silence then
quietly, firmly ]
Any way I want.
[ stops again, then slaps her palms to the side of her face. ]
I can't sing if I'm crying!
[ and she stands, a little unsteady at first but she shifts, right hand cupped around an mic that wasn't there and the other stretched out at her side. ]
♫~When we first met, I was even drawn to space. Without noticing the love that always protected me, I said good-bye to you, and "I love you." Will this feeling become te--~♫
[ Arm sweeping as she sings the word 'space', a shy turn away for good-bye and her hand held out even when giving "I love you." Almost there until she stumbles into a cough on tears, and all the singing before turns into wheezing. She staggers to the camera, reaching to a mineral water bottle to her when it jostles the communicator and-
-the ground seems to swing back and forth, inching down to fall. A piece of paper, a lyric sheet, droplets of water on the last stanza she sang and in the background Ranka bursts out into a wail ]
If I'm coming down with something, please let it wait until after the talent show! No- I shouldn't. I'm not going to get sick! Go me, don't get sick! Go me, don't get sick!
[ the next line: If I look away, everything will leave me. ]
→ retro-locked private ⇋ hackable ←
( ooc: talent show preparation! hack and comment at your own peril. she didn't know the video got posted at first but as soon as she noticed (a minute or so later), she private-locked the heck out of it )