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Greener Pastures (8c/?)
Date: 2012-05-24 02:45 am (UTC)Play attached video file? y/n
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“Are you getting it?” Layla whispered as the camera struggled to focus in the dark.
“Shine your light on it.”
There was a click followed by a low hum as Layla switched on her Pip-Boy light. The camera’s image was bathed in an eerie yellow glow as the Courier aimed the light. There were standing in the ‘wind brahmin’ corral. The view lands on the nightkin who’d been selling the tumbleweed, lying dead on the ground.
“What do you think happened?’ Layla said, voice still quiet.
“Maybe someone didn’t want to buy a wind brahmin,” Veronica answered.
“Yeah… That makes sense,” the Courier said a she moved closer, examining the body. “These look like knife wounds, but some of them are really high and at odd angles.”
“Like someone very tall did it,” Veronica pointed out.
Layla looked up at that, then wrapped her arms around herself.
“I’m going to turn this thing off for now,” the scribe said.
The Courier nodded as she looked at the dead nightkin again, then the picture cut out.
Greener Pastures (8d/?)
Date: 2012-05-24 02:47 am (UTC)Play attached video file? y/n
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“I know I said I didn’t want this thing on…” Layla’s voice cut in as the image focused on the far wall of a room, lit by a nearby lantern. “But it kinda feels like someone else is here when it’s going.”
“Veronica’s asleep,” she continued quietly. “That witch won the rock, paper, scissors after having the gall to demand we stay the night.”
The image shifted and moved as the camera was picked up. It panned over the interior of the farmhouse Terry had been in. Veronica lay sleeping on a bed a few feet away.
The image moved again, coming to a halt as the camera was set down on a table. The Courier moved around and sat on a chair further away, still in view.
“Tony always told me to sing a goofy song if I got creeped out,” Layla whispered. “Of course my other brothers would just try to scare me worse.”
The house creaked as the wind blew outside, and the Courier pulled her leg up to her chest.
“What puts the kick in and chicken,” she started singing quietly, “the magic in June?” There was another creak in the building, and her singing got louder. “It’s just Elmer’s Tune…”
She trailed off as the wind continued blowing and the lantern flame flickered. As the light shifted, one large shadow grew on the wall. It wavered for a moment, the moved toward Layla. It passed over her, then disappeared.
The video ended.
Re: Greener Pastures (8d/?)
Date: 2012-05-24 04:43 am (UTC)Re: Greener Pastures (8d/?)
Date: 2012-05-24 10:54 am (UTC)Re: Greener Pastures (8d/?)
Date: 2012-05-26 03:59 am (UTC)Oh, baby, you just had to ask.
Re: Greener Pastures (8c/?)
Date: 2012-05-25 02:20 am (UTC)