[ The heavy discordance of the music fades, slowly sliding back in to Makoto's tender little motif. Emily is placed back in her chair, floated there on silver strings, still weeping. Whatever it is he tries to say to comfort her, only her soft reply is audible: ]
Poor thing...
[ Piano haunts around them tenderly. This is it, their one fleeting moment in time: the worst is yet to come.
As soon as they stand together and try to leave the circle of spotlight, everything is thrown into disarray with loud crashing and flashes of light; red and orange. They are each tossed to opposite ends of the stage, not to be reunited until the very end of the play.
She is scared, running and hiding and cowering and weeping. Until the death, that is. A single empty chair in gray lighting and splashed with red. She weeps over the empty chair for one last time and then goes icy. Determined. Vengeful. She has the knife, it glitters in her hand.
The puppet is scared, scrabbling after her with everything it can. Just like Emily had before, it pulls at its strings with a ferocity that stings and bleeds. But it is always pulled back, yanked down, and tossed around with increasing violence. It is crawling after her, exhausted and battered, but still pulling. ]
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Poor thing...
[ Piano haunts around them tenderly. This is it, their one fleeting moment in time: the worst is yet to come.
As soon as they stand together and try to leave the circle of spotlight, everything is thrown into disarray with loud crashing and flashes of light; red and orange. They are each tossed to opposite ends of the stage, not to be reunited until the very end of the play.
She is scared, running and hiding and cowering and weeping. Until the death, that is. A single empty chair in gray lighting and splashed with red. She weeps over the empty chair for one last time and then goes icy. Determined. Vengeful. She has the knife, it glitters in her hand.
The puppet is scared, scrabbling after her with everything it can. Just like Emily had before, it pulls at its strings with a ferocity that stings and bleeds. But it is always pulled back, yanked down, and tossed around with increasing violence. It is crawling after her, exhausted and battered, but still pulling. ]