☠ A New 1 - Video

[heartstings]

[The video is a little dark -- it's still the early hours of the morning -- but Kenzi can be made out with her messy hair -- some leaves and twigs stuck in it. She looks calm despite her disheveled look, calm unless you get a good look at her eyes. There's a lot of rage there. A lot. Of rage.

Her lips twist for a moment before she presses them together, brow knitting as she closes her eyes and takes a breath.]

This is the last place I want to be right now. Why the hell am I here again? Why couldn't I have just stayed home? Why? Why?

Fucking why?!

I just--

I am so--

[As she speaks her voice shaking a bit, it's clear she's having trouble keeping her emotions in.]

I just need to--

[She lowers the comm as she leans forward, the video is dark as if the comm is pressed against her chest. The audio is a little muffled as Kenzi screams as loud as she possibly can. A scream that lasts for nearly a solid minute. A scream letting out some of that pent up anger and anguish that she's been holding in. The sound of something crashing can be heard, probably just some trees.

After a few moments of relative silence Kenzi's face appears again, a bit red now. She doesn't look at the comm, her eyes focused somewhere else as she raises her left hand to push back her hair. Anyone paying attention will notice a rather sizable ring on her ring finger. When she speaks again it's softer.]

I guess there's no changing anything.

[The corner of her mouth twitches as she glances back at the comm then switches off the feed.]

Comments

[heartstings]

They can shove it for all I care. [She only half means that. Really she does hate doing what people say. She hates feeling like she's always being watched. She hates not being able to do her own thing. And it's not like she hasn't been completely on her own before.

She started running away form home at an early age and stayed on the streets for years. This world might be different from her own but people are all the same, gullible and easy enough to trick out of their money and belongings (it's also easy enough to just steal people's belongings if she has to).]

[goodbadimthguywiththgun]

Heh. [Almost had to admire that kind of one-tract minded stubbornness this gal had on her.

Almost.

Like he'd figured before, he wasn't her case-worker. Floyd didn't give a crap what Kenzi did. But, he still had to ask, more out of curiosity than concern,] What're planning on doing if Big Brother comes knocking at your place, then?

[heartstings]

[She shrugs, not that he can see it when she's only sending audio from her end.]

I'll worry about that if it happens. [She does, in fact, have plans if that were to happen but why would she share them with a stranger?]

[goodbadimthguywiththgun]

[Sounded fair enough.] Alright.

[A pause.] I owe you for the info. [Usually, Floyd'd give money for intel but, right now, he's kinda broke; instead of just giving a simple 'thank you', he tells Kenzi,] If you need a favor, leave a message at this number. To get us square.[--aaaannnnd, without saying much of a proper goodbye, he hangs up.]

[heartstings]

[Owing favors to someone like Kenzi is dangerous. She'll remember it and it might end up being something utterly ridiculous.]