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one | video | yet another what the hell is going on sort of post.
[ Maybe you recognize him from his little panic attack after falling naked out of the goo tube. Maybe you've never seen him before in your life. Either way, Cillian's looking into the device, held with the steadiness of a master Skyper, his blue eyes underswept with dark smudges. ]
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you.
[ The Bible verse is recited low, steadily, in his thick Northern Irish accent. At the end, one eyebrow twitches up, wry, and he licks his lips briefly. ]
I'm confessing, I was never the type to keep a video blog. Bit weird, being that you can see me and I can't see you. It's just it's, erm, it's different to acting.
[ He tugs the lobe of one overlarge ear, catches that he's digressing. ]
Erm. My point was. Actually, I've a couple of questions, though I've read around a bit, and since I'm getting the impression not all of you are brand new to this circus I was hopin' to get an easy answer. [ And he adds, muttered, wry and almost bitter: ] Or a computer, if you've got one you've not already given to a Suicide Girl.
Right. Questions. Can we smoke on the ship? Does anyone know what the letters O-P-R and the numbers on my arm are meaning, apart from letting me get around places? Am I gonna get in trouble if I share someone else's room? And where do I go to get more insulin?
[ He nods once, a little jerkily. ]
Yeah, that's the lot of them. Cheers.
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you.
[ The Bible verse is recited low, steadily, in his thick Northern Irish accent. At the end, one eyebrow twitches up, wry, and he licks his lips briefly. ]
I'm confessing, I was never the type to keep a video blog. Bit weird, being that you can see me and I can't see you. It's just it's, erm, it's different to acting.
[ He tugs the lobe of one overlarge ear, catches that he's digressing. ]
Erm. My point was. Actually, I've a couple of questions, though I've read around a bit, and since I'm getting the impression not all of you are brand new to this circus I was hopin' to get an easy answer. [ And he adds, muttered, wry and almost bitter: ] Or a computer, if you've got one you've not already given to a Suicide Girl.
Right. Questions. Can we smoke on the ship? Does anyone know what the letters O-P-R and the numbers on my arm are meaning, apart from letting me get around places? Am I gonna get in trouble if I share someone else's room? And where do I go to get more insulin?
[ He nods once, a little jerkily. ]
Yeah, that's the lot of them. Cheers.
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But he's not going to address that. ]
I smoke all the time, I don't give a fuck if you can or you can't. So far, I haven't died yet, but apparently we're all gonna die anyway so, hey, live a little. [ Extreme mocking tone.mp3 or something like that. ]
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[ He's kind of in love with the ship. ]
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Hey, all I know is there a bunch of people who smoke and the weirdos that are apparently "in charge" of the flying tin never said anything nor did the hacker nerds that like to snoop around, so I'm assuming it's safe and, if it isn't, fuck it, just get me home and I'll smoke myself to death.