Ziva David (
bywiseguidance) wrote2011-08-07 12:24 am
OLD: first [video]
[The video feed snaps on after a bit of experimentation, showing a woman sitting with her back firmly to the wall of one of the New Bark houses. She looks exhausted, worn, her hair a tangled mess--not injured, though the way she's looking around warily gives the impression that she definitely wasn't expecting that. Her clothing is torn and stained, but actually clean--she wasn't expecting that either. When she speaks, it's with an accent: Middle Eastern sounding, almost, and she sounds as tired as she looks.]
If this is some kind of trick...
[She may be tired, but there is a bit of bite to her voice--as if she can make good on the implied threat if pressed to.]
I do not take well to deception. Or to being moved without my knowledge to an unknown location.
[There's been enough of that lately, though she's not going to go further into it--and honestly, this is a lot better than where she was. But she's too practiced in keeping all information to herself that may give the upper hand (or show weakness) in any situation.]
That woman is not my mother. If she has told so many that, it would seem that at least we have so much in common.
[Her eyes slip closed for a moment, gathering thoughts and wondering how much she can afford to give away.]
Abby...if you are truly here...I would like to speak with you, please.
[She's unsure of how that will go over--since she stayed in Israel without so much as a goodbye.]
If this is some kind of trick...
[She may be tired, but there is a bit of bite to her voice--as if she can make good on the implied threat if pressed to.]
I do not take well to deception. Or to being moved without my knowledge to an unknown location.
[There's been enough of that lately, though she's not going to go further into it--and honestly, this is a lot better than where she was. But she's too practiced in keeping all information to herself that may give the upper hand (or show weakness) in any situation.]
That woman is not my mother. If she has told so many that, it would seem that at least we have so much in common.
[Her eyes slip closed for a moment, gathering thoughts and wondering how much she can afford to give away.]
Abby...if you are truly here...I would like to speak with you, please.
[She's unsure of how that will go over--since she stayed in Israel without so much as a goodbye.]

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...Youji, meanwhile, just looks bored.]
Not the way to make friends, Momoe.
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YEAH JUST TRY THAT ON ME, BUDDY.
Youji winces, before giving Ziva a pained smile.]
Not taking any nonsense, are you? Wish I could have laid down the law so firmly.
[But he can't, so he's whipped.]
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[Ziva's first priority: Whip that Houndour into shape. He'll be a respectable member of society before they hit Cherrygrove.]
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[widewidewide grin.]
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Is it that dangerous here?
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What?
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But it only happened the one time, and we've never seen anything like it, before or since. Really. And he was fine in the end. He's running errands for me right now, in fact.
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Do such things occur often?
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Oh yes, he's a good friend. Very helpful, always willing to do what I asked like that.
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