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voicetest2014-03-06 12:46 pm
just_echoes) wrote in voicetest2014-03-06 12:46 pm
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Echo | Dollhouse - Multiple choice! (canon point is during s2e7)
(A)
You are a client of the Dollhouse and you've chosen Echo to be your own personal... what? Student? Date? Maid? Rocket scientist? All of the above? You choose the "fantasy" and Echo will be it.
(B)
You work FOR the Dollhouse as a handler or one of the oh so kind staff members who work hard to make sure the Actives stay as healthy and content as always. Or maybe you're another Active. Echo is between engagements for the moment but she seems to be acting a little differently than normal. She seems more aware. She's saying things the other Actives don't understand. What do you do?
(C)
Echo enjoyed being free - both mentally and physically. Her mind may be crowded but at least she was aware of it. It was a significant improvement on the wiped state she'd been living in before the changes started. She took a deep breath of fresh air, determined to enjoy one of her last days of peace before they returned to the Dollhouse. They had a lot of work to do but that didn't mean she wasn't going to enjoy life a little.
She stopped at a local florist, leaning down to give the roses a sniff. Smiling, she touched the petals with her fingertips for a moment before straightening to continue down the sidewalk. Unfortunately she'd let herself get so distracted by the flowers that she got careless. When she turned she ran right into someone walking behind her.
She fumbled, trying to hold onto them to keep them both upright. With a laugh she smiled sheepishly, "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there."
You are a client of the Dollhouse and you've chosen Echo to be your own personal... what? Student? Date? Maid? Rocket scientist? All of the above? You choose the "fantasy" and Echo will be it.
(B)
You work FOR the Dollhouse as a handler or one of the oh so kind staff members who work hard to make sure the Actives stay as healthy and content as always. Or maybe you're another Active. Echo is between engagements for the moment but she seems to be acting a little differently than normal. She seems more aware. She's saying things the other Actives don't understand. What do you do?
(C)
Echo enjoyed being free - both mentally and physically. Her mind may be crowded but at least she was aware of it. It was a significant improvement on the wiped state she'd been living in before the changes started. She took a deep breath of fresh air, determined to enjoy one of her last days of peace before they returned to the Dollhouse. They had a lot of work to do but that didn't mean she wasn't going to enjoy life a little.
She stopped at a local florist, leaning down to give the roses a sniff. Smiling, she touched the petals with her fingertips for a moment before straightening to continue down the sidewalk. Unfortunately she'd let herself get so distracted by the flowers that she got careless. When she turned she ran right into someone walking behind her.
She fumbled, trying to hold onto them to keep them both upright. With a laugh she smiled sheepishly, "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there."
sorry, couldn't resist.
The media have been intrusive, honestly, but his entire life has prepared him for a public identity. It's too early to say, but his career might not peak at Congress. He's had no shortage of support and he lauds the dedication of the people around him. Cindy knew he could achieve these things, and he will. He can't achieve them with her, but he can achieve them for her.
He could delegate the responsibility of buying flowers for the grave, but he's not that impersonal. He's the only one who knows what his wife would've liked. And it's not an excuse to be alone, by any means, but it's a rare opportunity. His attaché is willing to give him a few hours uninterrupted where family matters are concerned.
He steps out of the florist's and starts walking, only for a woman to turn ahead of him. They collide, and he reaches out a steadying hand just as she tries to stabilize him. He's careful not to crush the flowers, but keeping both of them on their feet is the priority.
He manages, "Are you all right?" before he recognizes her face. When he does, his expression cycles quickly through confusion and anger and settles on a sort of mild frustration. He remembers a heavily edited version of events: waking up with her in that hotel room, and the scent of her perfume on his shirt.
Unflattering as the comparison is, she reminds him of a small scar on the back of his neck. He can't recall where it came from and similarly, he can't place her. He doesn't understand her, but she's very real for him. There's no other word for it.
"Bree?"
AHAHA I love it
She resists the urge to shove the man away from her and take off running, to escape the situation entirely. Other personalities have suggestions of what to do... and where to hide the body afterwards. But he's just as much a victim as she is. He fought in his own way and she knows that when the time comes he deserves freedom just as much as the rest of them do.
She lets go of his arms, taking a step back to put a little distance between the two of them as she shakes her head, "No. No you must be mistaking me for someone else, I'm sorry."