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Video | early hours 2.17
[ there's an amateur shaky-cam feel to the video, which is not pointed at Cash like it usually would be. It's not really pointed at anything at the moment - it's kind of pointed at everything. Her room is trashed, furniture overturned and belongings strewn everywhere. When the camera stops moving wildly, there's mostly floor, and a corner of what appears to be a blanket. ]
My hair is falling out! [ it’s obviously Cashmere’s voice, though it’s taken on a crazy edge from not sleeping and the general panic that’s set in. She sounds totally off-kilter. The camera swings again, stopping on a pile of bright blonde hair that yanked straight out while she was brushing it. Maybe this seems like a fairly insignificant event to other people, but from her tone it's obviously very upsetting to her. ]
Something’s happening. Something bad is happening.
[ More camera movement, and this time she accidentally catches a glimpse of her hand - long fingernails and unnaturally white skin. ]
One of you did this to me. And I am going to find you. And I’m going to kill you.
My hair is falling out! [ it’s obviously Cashmere’s voice, though it’s taken on a crazy edge from not sleeping and the general panic that’s set in. She sounds totally off-kilter. The camera swings again, stopping on a pile of bright blonde hair that yanked straight out while she was brushing it. Maybe this seems like a fairly insignificant event to other people, but from her tone it's obviously very upsetting to her. ]
Something’s happening. Something bad is happening.
[ More camera movement, and this time she accidentally catches a glimpse of her hand - long fingernails and unnaturally white skin. ]
One of you did this to me. And I am going to find you. And I’m going to kill you.
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He bit at his lip, trying desperately to think. She seemed a little bit like the idea of a distraction was a good thing. He should have probably thought ahead.
He clears his throat and just tries to steady himself a little bit.)
I could tell you a story, if you like.
(He's been told he has a nice voice. The British accent seemed to comfort people for reasons he didn't really get but hey, he'd take it.)
I'd offer to sing but I'm bloody awful at it. But I could think of some neat stories, probably.
(Maybe. He was already trying to think of some.)
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Tell me what you're going to do when we all get out of here.