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genessia2018-04-01 11:31 am
myfayevalentine) wrote in genessia2018-04-01 11:31 am
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Blind Shot
[Action 01st April - Nova - OTA for interactions and reactions - but Gale to the rescue]
An Easter egg? Why not? It was free, wasn't it? Stopped at a traffic light in town, Faye takes a moment to have a few bites. She slides her visor back over her face and takes off. It's a bright, sunny afternoon, a great day for a motorcycle ride. But a few moments later, everything goes black.
There are horns blaring, people shouting. She's going fast and can't slow down. Not fast enough. More horns, more shouts. Then Faye hits metal. Hard.
Faye's bike careens off the side of a truck and spins across the road, her legs trapped beneath it. When it finally comes to a stop, her blood is spread across the tarmac, but not as badly as it would be if she hadn't been wearing her leathers that day. Faye's gloved hands shakily remove her helmet and she screams - screams in her pain, and screams at terrifying blackness. Then she tries to sit herself up, panic rising as she hyperventilates, struggling to breathe.
[Video - Later in the Week]
*Faye is recuperating at home, and trying to get used to her lack of sight. There's a thud and her communicator springs into life, the feed showing just a ceiling, but a ceiling of a rather nice room*
Where the hell did it get to?
*Next thing, the feed shows some considerable cleavage as Faye leans over it to grab it, zooming in even closer before she picks it up. When she does, the camera moves from her chest to her face, eyes open but milky white and unseeing*
Idiot...
*There's a bitterness in her voice - clearly she isn't enjoying feeling so useless*
An Easter egg? Why not? It was free, wasn't it? Stopped at a traffic light in town, Faye takes a moment to have a few bites. She slides her visor back over her face and takes off. It's a bright, sunny afternoon, a great day for a motorcycle ride. But a few moments later, everything goes black.
There are horns blaring, people shouting. She's going fast and can't slow down. Not fast enough. More horns, more shouts. Then Faye hits metal. Hard.
Faye's bike careens off the side of a truck and spins across the road, her legs trapped beneath it. When it finally comes to a stop, her blood is spread across the tarmac, but not as badly as it would be if she hadn't been wearing her leathers that day. Faye's gloved hands shakily remove her helmet and she screams - screams in her pain, and screams at terrifying blackness. Then she tries to sit herself up, panic rising as she hyperventilates, struggling to breathe.
[Video - Later in the Week]
*Faye is recuperating at home, and trying to get used to her lack of sight. There's a thud and her communicator springs into life, the feed showing just a ceiling, but a ceiling of a rather nice room*
Where the hell did it get to?
*Next thing, the feed shows some considerable cleavage as Faye leans over it to grab it, zooming in even closer before she picks it up. When she does, the camera moves from her chest to her face, eyes open but milky white and unseeing*
Idiot...
*There's a bitterness in her voice - clearly she isn't enjoying feeling so useless*