The memory card I just finished looking through consisted entirely of raw footage from Alpha Decay.
In this clip, Alexa records as Brianna, Avery, and Sara, rehearse part of the script.
Cut to footage. Alexa is behind the camera, sitting on a bench in what looks like the outer districts of New York with three other girls. Someone mightrecognizethem.
ALEXA: Let's start again.
BRIANNA: Let's start again!
Camera cuts, picking up a few minutes later.
BRIANNA: So I should be looking at you -- Points to Sara, who points back at her.
SARA: And then I say -- melodramatically, purposefully overdramatic voice to go with purposefully terrible student film script -- "Stop it! Stop feeding this. Brianna, why won't you get it? You know that's not why," so on and so forth.
ALEXA: Yeah, that works.
BRIANNA: Okay, let's try that again.
ALEXA: Okay. Camera's rolling -- wait, just a second. Let me --
Camera cuts again. When it picks up, Brianna, Avery, and Sara are talking over one another in confusion.
BRIANNA: I'm sorry, I thought you were just talking to her. Points at Avery this time.
AVERY: Yeah, I thought the same thing. She laughs. Brianna and Sarah join in.
ALEX: No. Oh, crap. Just lost the script. Alex leans over, fumbling for her script on the ground. She drops her keys in the process of picking it up, and by the time she's upright again, the camera is upside down.
Camera cuts again. As the girls laugh again, the familiar blue line tears through the picture.
AVERY: Okay, now I'm talking to Brianna?
ALEXA: Right. And don't say anything before the take starts, because the camera's going to pick it up. Okay. You're ready?
SARA: Are you going to feed us Tim's lines?
ALEXA: Yeah. Rustles through her script for a moment. Okay. Action.
BRIANNA: You were my best friends before we had to leave, but spending time with you now doesn't feel the same way. I don't know why. I missed you so much when we were apart. But now that we've found each other again, something's changed, and it's something I want to fix.
ALEXA: Feeding the absent Tim's line to the other girls. Maybe it's because we've grown up.
SARA: Stop it! Stop feeding this. Brianna, why won't you get it? You know that's not why. You know that it'll never be the same, the way it used to be.
AVERY: She's right. Stop deluding yourself. Something happened. Something big. And now, because of it, we can never go home again. Unless you can come up with a way to change all that, it just will never be.
Long pause. Avery, Brianna and Sara look to Alexa with eyebrows raised, waiting for some sort of confirmation for what comes next.
ALEXA: All right. I think we've got it!
The girls relax. Brianna leans back --
Her new angle against the bench reveals the faceless man watching them rehearse from an alley further down the street.
BRIANNA: Looking into the camera, smiling, totally unaware of the presence in the background. You sure? I think we could do it again.
AVERY: Alexa? Alexa has not responded. Even her stance behind the camera seems to have gone rigid. Avery looks concerned. Hey, are you sure?
ALEXA: Yes. Her tone is more abrupt. We're done.
SARA: Frowning. What, that's it? I thought we had more --
ALEXA: Yeah. We're done.
SARA: -- things you wanted us to run through -- well, okay. It's your script.
Alexa turns quickly to begin gathering her belongings. The camera tilts, and as conversation continues as a murmur in the background, heavy distortion of the audio sets in. The picture goes black. The narration that appears on the screen afterward is simple:
Someone was following Alexa.
Cut to black. End of entry.
OOC NOTE. Plot, dialogue, and video sourced and adapted from Entry 7 of Marble Hornets on YouTube. Watch at your own risk.