The Outer Divide RP ◄

[ The broadcast comes with the sunset, and in fact the camera is angled so that it only catches Priss' partially-gloved fingers on the guitar strings, and a shred of her leather-covered stomach inhaling sharply at all the key moments once she's singing, barely visible around the guitar's body. The rest of the camera's zoomed focus is on the sky behind her as sunset begins to roll in, which takes up fully half the frame. Priss may not have a band here, but she's a god damned professional, and she knows how to set up a shot. And how to project into a mic that's several feet away; wherever she is, she's set up the acoustics damn well. ]

[ There's only a few seconds pause before she begins to move her still slightly-damaged fingers on the strings, left hand at the neck and right picking the first notes before the first strum. If said fingers are stiff at all, it doesn't show. An inhale... and her voice joins in over the guitar as more notes are pulled from it. ]

[ It's a slow song. ]

( Blue Confusion )