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ataraxion2013-01-09 09:56 pm
puppydogeyes) wrote in ataraxion2013-01-09 09:56 pm
Entry tags:
- abby maitland,
- castiel,
- chase kilgannon,
- dean winchester,
- derek hale,
- hikaru sulu (xi),
- irene adler,
- irene adler (2009),
- james t. kirk (xi),
- jenna sommers,
- john "reaper" grimm,
- mason lockwood,
- mike ross,
- miles edgeworth,
- nathan petrelli,
- netherlands,
- noah hill,
- peter petrelli | au,
- rey,
- robb stark,
- sirius black,
- taylor "tyke" kee
NINE: video
[The room Taylor's sat in is dark, unidentifiable from the wall behind her, but soft, blue-tinged light from another source washes over her face intermittently. It highlights how drawn she looks, pale, tired. She's a mess, really. Even by Tranquility standards.]
It's January, right? Been counting on the jumps since I got here. [She isn't slurring as she speaks, but the lack of focus in her expression and sluggishness to her movements makes it clear she's inebriated to anyone who knows what to look for.] Guess it doesn't matter though. Just start calling them by numbers. I was meant to turn twenty in December. Be an instructor back at the Academy. [She frowns for a moment, taking a drink out of an unlabelled bottle.] Or maybe they'd have terminated me.
[Another pause, and she shifts off to the side for a moment, putting the bottle down. When she comes back into view she’s holding something else – a mask. Her mask, an mongrel canine face, beaten, bruised and bloody. She holds it up, hanging off the fingers of one hand.]
Turns out these show you ghosts. Hallucinations. Whatever. If that isn't fucked up enough to get you thinking don't touch them, you're a fucking idiot. [Very evidently angry, suddenly, half a snarl on her mouth. She looks at the mask again, then drops it to one side.] Didn't want to see my old man the little he was around, sure as fuck didn't want to see him here. Thing I've been thinking, though - what do you see, you wear someone else's?
[She doesn't hold the second mask up for the camera, but it's there in her hands, looks like a modern military gas mask. She's quiet for a long while, like she maybe forgot she even had the comms running, all of the anger and energy drained out of her again.]
Tommy's gone. Gone last jump. Told him he would, cause everyone goes. [A thin smile, strained, sad, and then gone again.] Guess I didn't wanna be right.
It's January, right? Been counting on the jumps since I got here. [She isn't slurring as she speaks, but the lack of focus in her expression and sluggishness to her movements makes it clear she's inebriated to anyone who knows what to look for.] Guess it doesn't matter though. Just start calling them by numbers. I was meant to turn twenty in December. Be an instructor back at the Academy. [She frowns for a moment, taking a drink out of an unlabelled bottle.] Or maybe they'd have terminated me.
[Another pause, and she shifts off to the side for a moment, putting the bottle down. When she comes back into view she’s holding something else – a mask. Her mask, an mongrel canine face, beaten, bruised and bloody. She holds it up, hanging off the fingers of one hand.]
Turns out these show you ghosts. Hallucinations. Whatever. If that isn't fucked up enough to get you thinking don't touch them, you're a fucking idiot. [Very evidently angry, suddenly, half a snarl on her mouth. She looks at the mask again, then drops it to one side.] Didn't want to see my old man the little he was around, sure as fuck didn't want to see him here. Thing I've been thinking, though - what do you see, you wear someone else's?
[She doesn't hold the second mask up for the camera, but it's there in her hands, looks like a modern military gas mask. She's quiet for a long while, like she maybe forgot she even had the comms running, all of the anger and energy drained out of her again.]
Tommy's gone. Gone last jump. Told him he would, cause everyone goes. [A thin smile, strained, sad, and then gone again.] Guess I didn't wanna be right.
video;
Though he does use video, Gardens in the background, thinned, worried lips and curious eyes peering back as he answers one thing, quiet:]
Never worn anyone else's. Mask.
video;
[But she hasn't, yet.]
Guess I'm worried nothing'll happen.
[Like it's the last place she's got left to look, and she'd rather not know then find out it's empty.]
video;
[Time for a cigarette break? Time for a cigarette break.]
Might be worse if somethin' did happen.
video;
There gonna be something worse?
[Than how she's feeling right now, she means.]
video;
Yeah. Could always be worse.
[A moment to smoke, and if he could do any sort of encryption he would because then he actually is talking about her.]
Tomorrow's gonna suck.
video;
Could just keep drinking.
video;
[He huffs and taps his cigarette, twists his mouth as he debates on saying anything else. Not like it's his place to say anything.]
Rather ya didn't.
video;
Don't really fit with people's rathers.
video;
[And so is he. No reason to hide it - well, there probably is, and he definitely isn't - because he's also not a liar. He'd rather she didn't, not out of of any concern for her, but because he'd like for her to still be capable of running her department. So he shrugs, one shouldered.]
Not gonna take it back though.
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Why?
video;
Not gonna take it back because it's true. Don't care why rathers are selfish. Rather y'didn't because you're the only department head that isn't obnoxious.
video;
Don't think that's gonna matter anymore.
[Whether she drinks more or not: after this, she doesn't know if she'll still be head of security or not.]
video; disconnect
Might not. Not the only one of us who fucked up, though.
[And he's not just talking about himself. But that's all he wants to bother with over the network, so he shrugs and clears his throat as he ashes, says the next in a tone that makes it obvious he's hanging up afterward.]
Don't give yourself alcohol poisoning.