LIGHT, LIGHT. WE’RE RECORDING. symbiotic are the ties broken by an index slipping away from familiar grey. they say devices have gotten smaller , more handy , though a usually quite inquiring mind can’t be brought to investigate such further. yes , the young girl is old-fashioned and if liza scalley would have it her way for once , she’d be equipped with nothing but a notebook and three pens. the 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 , to take notes , the 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 in case of failure of the first. finally, there’s 𝑛𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 ; the last, continuous runner on the sub’s bench. it only reflects a sense of her youth. in addition , one cannevercome prepared enough. though this is a bit different from academia’s needs found on a simple gist , it always is whenever another person is involved ; there’s the feeling of longing & craving tranquillity to swallow a fairy-like figure whole growing steadily. dreaming frankenstein’s monster , the unease is a product crafted out of the void of the unknown , she’s been looking way too much into that lately. scary means nothing short of cannot be explained , she likes to have it a positivist’s way sometimes. perhaps it’s the young lady’s inability to speak the correct thing at the chosen time that qualifies the girl genius , interest peaks in what’s behind the facade , so easy to grasp and re-collect once it’s all measured in a neatly mapped out scheme. in real life , failure has been nurturing her social circle. oh sweet irony that burns down what brings a tear to an outsider’s eye. no use in handing out samaritian pity , she’s never known anything but her books and her work and the final task. thoughts move quickly , she remembers several scoldings about taking it slow , but can never understand the meaning behind it.
TAP, TAP. MARY JANES FIND EACH OTHER EXACTLY FOUR TIMES. nervous habits easily made out in others go over her head , neurotic eases the borders of organised to make room for compulsive. conscious slips through the stage door now,cheer , cheer , auditorium , fear liza rendering a soliloquy of science. dress rehearsal , she’s got this , but still pale fingers cling onto dark beige. 𝑭𝑰𝑳𝑬: 𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑭𝑨𝑵 𝑩𝑼𝑻𝑳𝑬𝑹. an oddity, really , that she’s better at this than finding the courage to order cheap coffee. a frail figure plops onto cold steel, there’s one thing she imagines her supervisor reciting and it’s about sitting down to assert dominance. ‘ mr. butler , my name’s liza scalley , with the fbi. i’d like to ask you some questions regarding . . the incident . ‘