Accidental Video; forward-dated to shortly before midnight tonight.

[fridgetothefire]

[The view is tilted, oddly angled even for an accidental recording; the NV has a slanted perspective on a long-panel bathroom mirror. The tile and stall doors in the background are fairly recognizable as the standard layout and building materials in the Underground Mall.]

[A young girl sits on the sink counter, stripped to the waist, twisted away, face largely obscured except for the sharp angle of a chin and a shock of black hair visible as she trys to get a view of her own back in the mirror. It's a mess, light brown skin scrawled with twisted burn scars, old and shiny and taut. On top of the old wounds are fresh ones, long ragged cuts in groups of four, claw marks of varying depths. The small of her back and the top of her pants are covered in blood.]

Damn. Worse than I thought.

[Her voice is tight, weary as much as pained. She starts sponging the blood away with a wad of wetted paper towels, dabbing the cuts with plain, harsh hand soap to fight infection. She grunts softly at the sting, her body wincing before she washes them out again.]

ETA: After a few minutes, she curses in Russia and cuts the feed, but the curious or concerned can still call her back.

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[fridgetothefire]

[She curses once, vehemently in Russian, and fumbles for her NV, which snaps off. Thirty seconds later it comes on again, privated and thoroughly encrypted, trained on her face this time. The view is shaking just slightly - she can't quite hold it steady.]

Fred. No. No hospitals.

Please.

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[whycantistay]

You need to see someone, Maddie*. [She say it, girly. She knows.]

ooc: *clarification: Fred still only knows her as Maddie and not Anya.

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[fridgetothefire]

I can't, I don't - I don't want records. S'just pain, I'll be fine.

[She tries to pass it off with a grin but she can't quite pull it off, knuckles pale, eyes wide, terribly afraid of something, though not of whatever it was that savaged her.]

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[whycantistay]

Then I'm coming to you. I can patch things up. [Not as good as a doctor, but she knows the feeling.]

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[fridgetothefire]

No!

[She snarls, teeth gritted, winces a moment later -]

I got careless, alright, but the last thing I need is for you do the same stupid thing on purpose. I'll just. Clean this up and hole up somewhere and rest okay? You can come get me in the morning.

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[whycantistay]

In the morning then. Promise me you'll look after yourself.