mandalus :: the city of fates.

[The girl in the frame was unaware that dumping her communicator had flipped it on, just slumping to sit on the ground, back against the brick wall that sided one of the area drug stores, if anyone recognized the part of the block that could be seen around the corner. She didn't look entirely well, paler than was typically healthy, eyes highlighted by shadows though that was more from poor sleep than anything. Just keeping her hand pressed against her mouth as she started to cough, red blotching the skin from somewhere under her sleeve up the back of her hand, sharp observers might notice the same along the side of her throat.

Once the fit had passed, she turned her attention to the small plastic bottle in her other hand, grimacing as she tried to read what the instructions said in the dim light. Normally she'd just ask the shopkeeper she'd bought it from how much needed to be taken, but they'd been anxious being around her long, so she'd taken her leave rather quickly. Wouldn't have gone near the place at all, but from what she understood that was where you got medication, and while colds were one thing, coughing was noisy and at this point unpleasant, and nausea was definitely not something she wanted to deal with. Hopefully the medicine would work like the man had said.]

[The communication device blinks on to a nauseatingly spinning view of overhead lights, tiled ceilings, as if someone had kicked it, sent it skidding across the floor. Which, even as it stopped the movement, the sounds of a girl shrieking in anger, the sounds of a scuffle seemed to lend weight to the theory. Anyone who paid attention might recognize the inside of one of the rooms one usually woke in when first arriving to the city.]

Let go of me let go! I have to go back!

Please try and calm down miss-!

You have to send me back, I can't be here now! [The video was obscured as someone picked the device up, coming back into view as it was pressed into smaller hands, liberally streaked with mud. She didn't waste any time, kicking at the door as it was closed, shrieking desperate threats and cursing at the people on the other side of the door.]

[Anyone near the station might see when the muddy child stalks from the building, all but steaming she was so mad. Sadly, it's doubtful there's any civil conversation to be had from her, if the way she elbows through a crowd as she storms away is any hint.]


((ooc: She's been pulled from during the Red Wedding, anyone that doesn't want spoilers for it please note it in the subject and I'll be sure to keep replies spoiler free for you 83))

[One of these days, Arya will make a deliberate post to the Network.

Today however is not that day. The young girl has been roaming the city more than anything, forcing herself to remain awake as long as she can manage, dropping to an exhausted rest only when absolutely necessary. Needless to say she was a little too tired to worry about what her communicator was doing. It wasn't like she was doing anything bad.

The feed would just show one of the long dank tunnels of the Underground after all. When night fell she really disliked lurking in the city above, finding a lone child often drew all manner of attention after night fell and really, she wanted none of it. the nightmares she'd suffered from the events of the past days stuck with her, and even if she wasn't sure she'd experience more, she certainly wasn't about to risk it, and in her current mood was trying to avoid others as much as possible.]

[It's pretty obvious by the way the video is swinging around that someone wasn't meaning to be recording. The side of a building, the flash of a face, and glimpses of the ground below all one after another, the ground gradually getting further away accompanied by the scrape of cloth on stone.]

A foot higher and I can grab the ledge...

[More talking to herself than anything, trailing off to muttering as she kept climbing.

Until there was a distinct crack and a curse, the video tumbling nauseatingly and cutting off suddenly.]

[It's quite obvious from the start that this is an accidental posting. The view is of nothing in particular, a grimy little alleyway, the only sounds being low quiet breaths, footsteps.

It's with a simple chime of metal against pavement that there's sudden movement, a sickening swing and tumble of the communicator, a flashlight rolling to a stop against an uneven crack in the pavement just in view. For a long moment there's no other movement, only the soft rustle of fabric before a smaller hand, certainly belonging to someone younger grabbed the device, and it was shoved back into a pocket.]

[Anyone on the streets might spot the newcomer, a younger girl with short-cropped hair, a cloak around her shoulders. Oddly enough, she was barefoot, and if one looked closely, they might see the gleam of metal when the wind tugged at the cloak she was holding closed as she ran down the street.

It certainly wasn't safe here. She'd need to find somewhere safe to hide, regroup and find out just what was going on here.]