♫ Ninth Song ♫ [Video] - Fowarded to Late Afternoon

[seaphonic]

_{[When slender fingers turn on the feed, the network is greeted with a rather sour look from the port's resident mermaid. While pouting is nothing new from her, the backdrop is - she's clearly no longer at the docks or even at the beaches. No, Syrena seems to be in a whitewash room, medical charts strung about the walls. She's also no longer topless, wearing what appears to be a hospital gown.]}

They will not let me leave.

_{[Who is 'they'? Why the doctors of course. Syrena shifts as she sits, setting her NV on her knees (yes knees), the angle allowing those who are watching a clear view of what she seems to be stuck in - a wheelchair.]}

When the wave crashed it carried me to shore. I was stuck on the beach and a man and a woman came and took me away to this place. They would not return me to the sea. They said my legs were broken when they are not. They are simply useless. They do not hurt. They are fine.

_{[There's an annoyed huff, fingers gripping the NV.]}

I am not allowed to leave, they say, because I do not know what things are and cannot walk. Of course I do not know what human things are, I am not human. I do not know how to use this device which they forced me to sit in. I do not wish to use it. I do not like this place with its white walls and disgusting smells and sounds.

I cannot stand to suffer here and be touched and poked by people any longer. I already bit one man's fingers - he is lucky to still have them. I must escape from this 'hospital'.