Day 44; Video 001

[bostonhowler]

[She is disoriented. The odors here are so different and she can’t find the smells of the pack. Her fingers flutter nervously, pushing escaped tendrils of bright red hair out of her face.

She looks almost panicked and on the edge of tears. Brown eyes lock on the bracelet thing around her wrist. Brigid bites her lower lip.]

I don’t want a house. I have one. I don’t need another one. I’m staying with my aunt and uncle. Mark and Anne Hannigan, from Cambridge. Can someone please direct me to the nearest bus station?

[She swallows and turns away. Her brown eyes find the feed again. They shine with unshed tears. Her curly red hair flutters around her face. One blunt-nailed hand rises and brushes tendrils back behind her ear. Brigid isn’t wearing makeup and is drowned in a bomber jacket with several military patches on it. Her eyes flicker out over the area around the fountain.

She nearly curls in on herself.]

Can anyone hear me? I need to get home. Please. If you can tell me how to get home… I’d appreciate it.

Comments

[bostonhowler]

Gets weird? I was in Boston. I have class and tests not to mention a papers due. And I ended up... I don't know where. Is there a phone or a computer or something? My uncle would come get me.

[She keeps fidgeting with the strap on her bag. She wants to go home.]

[charring]

Sadly, no. Whoever runs this place removed all phones and any tech in this place is actually surprisingly old.

[Fidget away. Charlie ended up burning pieces of paper she found in her house, just to get off a little steam.]

[bostonhowler]

No technology? But I had -

[She digs through her bag.]

They were brand new! He's going to kill me!

[charring]

C'mon. It's cold out. [Not that Charlie seems to notice. Even if she is in jeans and a tshirt.] Lets get to my house and we can talk there.

[bostonhowler]

It's not that bad.

[She's from Boston. It's not that cold out here.]

What happens to the technology that you had before ending up here?

[charring]

I have no idea. I didn't have any of my own when I got here, so I didn't think to ask. Someone else might know, though.

[bostonhowler]

[Brigid follows along.]

Is there really no way out?

[charring]

From what I hear. {Still walking. Her house isn't far.]

I think it's at our captors discretion. I haven't seen them let anyone go, though.

[bostonhowler]

So nobody knows what they look like? Or who they are?

[She swallows.]

I really appreciate this.