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ataraxion2012-05-10 09:55 pm
redhotsummers) wrote in ataraxion2012-05-10 09:55 pm
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[The device crackles on, and a young blond with a scar running down one side of his forehead comes into view. He might look like someone already here--one Alex Summers. But this? Isn't the one already existing.
This one? Looks more than a bit annoyed, but he’s attempting to control it. The muscles in his jaw flex as he presses his lips into a thin line. Once or twice he nearly talks, but stops himself, as if he’s rethinking what he was about to say.
Alex knows the consequences of flying off the handle. It’s happened before; it’s gotten others hurt.
He’ll keep this short, and to the point. Because that’s what he does.]
Look, I don’t know if Genero is running this show or not; I don’t care. I’m tired of the bullshit, and I just want answers.
[He holds up a black mask.]
And this? I’m not wearing this again.
[He tosses it down, then leans forward slightly. There are more troubling things to deal with, than a damn mask. Like after a quick survey of the room, he didn't see Sean, Teddy--any of the others. Maybe he missed them, but he has a sneaking suspicion he didn't.]
I want to know where the others are, and I want them awake.
We’ve been dreaming long enough.
[And as he reaches out for the device, he mutters under his breath, softly]
This is bullshit.
[The feed ends.]
This one? Looks more than a bit annoyed, but he’s attempting to control it. The muscles in his jaw flex as he presses his lips into a thin line. Once or twice he nearly talks, but stops himself, as if he’s rethinking what he was about to say.
Alex knows the consequences of flying off the handle. It’s happened before; it’s gotten others hurt.
He’ll keep this short, and to the point. Because that’s what he does.]
Look, I don’t know if Genero is running this show or not; I don’t care. I’m tired of the bullshit, and I just want answers.
[He holds up a black mask.]
And this? I’m not wearing this again.
[He tosses it down, then leans forward slightly. There are more troubling things to deal with, than a damn mask. Like after a quick survey of the room, he didn't see Sean, Teddy--any of the others. Maybe he missed them, but he has a sneaking suspicion he didn't.]
I want to know where the others are, and I want them awake.
We’ve been dreaming long enough.
[And as he reaches out for the device, he mutters under his breath, softly]
This is bullshit.
[The feed ends.]
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Doesn't look like there's much you could really do in the middle of space, though.
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