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[ Early in the morning on June 10th, a yelp of panic issues out of room 114 and down the hall. Skye wakes to find her bedsheets covered in red food dye and corn syrup. On the floor lies an eviscerated cabbage patch kid and teddy bear. Her bedside table is covered in obvious nicks from being stabbed repetitively by a knife, and the bathroom sink is full of dirt and growing daisies which obscure a buried severed ear.
And she hasn't even gotten to that yet by the time she makes the post.
Her first instinct is HYDRA—some kind of intimidation, Godfather-style revenge for what went down with Rumlow, but they don't do subtle. If they'd figured out her room and gotten inside, she'd be dead. This is something else. So she gets herself out of bed, bundles the bed sheets into one spot on the mattress, and pulls out her tablet. ]
Someone left me a gift last night. [ The video is focused on her bed with her narrating. ] I need someone who can tell me if this is blood. [ Camera jostling as she turns it back to her, the view moves to fix on the toys. She steps closer so people can get a better view. More shaking, and she turns the camera back towards her. ]
I don't know where it came from, or how I didn't wake up. [ She's on the move, background bouncing behind her and revealing glimpses of the rest of her messy room while she moves to the bathroom. ] Someone must have been in here. I— [ She stops when the bathroom light flickers on. The camera remains fixed on her face, which pales and ripples with the tension of acute fear. Daisies. ] ... What the hell.
And she hasn't even gotten to that yet by the time she makes the post.
Her first instinct is HYDRA—some kind of intimidation, Godfather-style revenge for what went down with Rumlow, but they don't do subtle. If they'd figured out her room and gotten inside, she'd be dead. This is something else. So she gets herself out of bed, bundles the bed sheets into one spot on the mattress, and pulls out her tablet. ]
Someone left me a gift last night. [ The video is focused on her bed with her narrating. ] I need someone who can tell me if this is blood. [ Camera jostling as she turns it back to her, the view moves to fix on the toys. She steps closer so people can get a better view. More shaking, and she turns the camera back towards her. ]
I don't know where it came from, or how I didn't wake up. [ She's on the move, background bouncing behind her and revealing glimpses of the rest of her messy room while she moves to the bathroom. ] Someone must have been in here. I— [ She stops when the bathroom light flickers on. The camera remains fixed on her face, which pales and ripples with the tension of acute fear. Daisies. ] ... What the hell.
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