( 15 ) video ♧ let us sing like the doves then decide if it's done with purpose or lack thereof
[ here's the thing: sleep deprivation makes idle whims seem like fantastic ideas-- and neal's not full up on self-control as it is, so two weeks of barely any sleep just raises great idea to best idea on his personal scale.
as such he's leaning against the wall behind his bed, pupils slightly blown. what is an intro he can't even. ]
Not we, my dear, you. I'm leaving you here.
You're what? Rhett, where are you going?
I'm going, my dear, to join the army.
[ his posture changes between; other than a few flat vowels slipping in as rhett, pushing for the accent seems a little too much and posture is good enough to convey the suggestion of gender, if you're careful. ]
Oh, you're joking. I could kill you for scaring me so.
I'm very serious, Scarlett. I'm going to join up with our brave lads in gray.
But they're running away.
Oh, no, they'll turn and make a last stand, if I know anything about them. And when they do, I'll be with them. I'm a little late, but better late than--
[ it's tricky to overlap your own voice, and his grimaces a little and shrugs as if apologizing for the lack of actual interruption in the scene. ( sleep deprivation or pretentiousness: the world may never know. ) ]
Rhett, you must be joking.
Selfish to the end, aren't you? Thinking of your own precious hide with never a thought for the noble cause. [ he yawns widely, skipping scarlett's line in the process. ] Why? Maybe it's because I've always had a weakness for lost causes, once they're really lost. Or maybe, maybe I'm ashamed of myself. Who knows?
[ he pauses, body language returning abruptly to his usual. ] I missed something, there. Anyway-- [ and back to the show. ]
You should die of shame to leave me here alone and helpless.
You, helpless? Heaven help the Yankees if they capture you. Now climb down here. I want to say goodbye.
[ that makes him pause, one that extends out into another jaw-cracking yawn and neal slumps down even more, almost prone now. ]
There's more, but it's really better with someone else.
[ and he's out. ]
as such he's leaning against the wall behind his bed, pupils slightly blown. what is an intro he can't even. ]
Not we, my dear, you. I'm leaving you here.
You're what? Rhett, where are you going?
I'm going, my dear, to join the army.
[ his posture changes between; other than a few flat vowels slipping in as rhett, pushing for the accent seems a little too much and posture is good enough to convey the suggestion of gender, if you're careful. ]
Oh, you're joking. I could kill you for scaring me so.
I'm very serious, Scarlett. I'm going to join up with our brave lads in gray.
But they're running away.
Oh, no, they'll turn and make a last stand, if I know anything about them. And when they do, I'll be with them. I'm a little late, but better late than--
[ it's tricky to overlap your own voice, and his grimaces a little and shrugs as if apologizing for the lack of actual interruption in the scene. ( sleep deprivation or pretentiousness: the world may never know. ) ]
Rhett, you must be joking.
Selfish to the end, aren't you? Thinking of your own precious hide with never a thought for the noble cause. [ he yawns widely, skipping scarlett's line in the process. ] Why? Maybe it's because I've always had a weakness for lost causes, once they're really lost. Or maybe, maybe I'm ashamed of myself. Who knows?
[ he pauses, body language returning abruptly to his usual. ] I missed something, there. Anyway-- [ and back to the show. ]
You should die of shame to leave me here alone and helpless.
You, helpless? Heaven help the Yankees if they capture you. Now climb down here. I want to say goodbye.
[ that makes him pause, one that extends out into another jaw-cracking yawn and neal slumps down even more, almost prone now. ]
There's more, but it's really better with someone else.
[ and he's out. ]
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[ smartass. ]
And the second part is self-explanatory.
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Shut up. [It's more exasperated complaint than order.] Like that's anything t' judge by. You really want to cite the opinion of the masses on this one?
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[ normal people don't say things like that
jesus this fuckin' guy. ]
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[this. fucking. guy.]
Actually, I take it all back. Keep Gone with the Wind. Saves us from hearing anything decent done as a one-man show. I miss movies, I don't miss movies that much.
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[ that's actually approval though, neal is just cracked enough to find that hilarious. ]
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Right. Yeah. Well, if you've got any gift cards....
[also just going to check around and see how you know about the great George and Mitchell vs. University Students quiz debate so there's just
another pause here as things begin to click into place]
And your recitation of old movie scripts has helped you hustle for... better things than gift cards.
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[ at least peter's habit of blowing up his spot means he can brag all he wants, now. ]
But you'd be surprised what a good grasp on classic cinema can get you.
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Oh, yeah? What's it get you?
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Mitchell. I think - I think he might, might be - I think he might be for real, Mitchell.
voice, private; don't ruin sarah's post i said to myself
[He hisses that back in return, like... they're possibly going to be overheard...]
He might be. But he might be taking the piss, too--we have t' make sure.
voice, private; my cruelty knows no bounds
[A beat.]
Though if he is taking the piss, then he's conning us about being a con. Which would be pretty brilliant in its own right.
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[Trying to stay cool and aloof about this but man, that would be awesome and clever...]
We'll just keep after him, until we know for sure. Yeah? I mean, he's a bit of a twat, so his brilliance could be just-- misinterpreted twatishness. Got t' be careful about these things.
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[Cheerfully:]
We'll keep investigating his con.
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I know. We'll be brilliant at it, though.
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[ his tone of voice somehow manages to suggest excessive casual cuticle examining is going on. ]
But having a broad base of knowledge is important.
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[He's pretty successful in sounding aloof but also interested. Like, oh, if you wanted to talk about these cons... that would be okay.
Maybe there's a tiny undercurrent of more excitable interest to it, but-- it's tiny.]
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like a shark to blood neal can sense people who will give him attention i guess ]
Been listening in?
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[still casual...]
Loudly and obviously, actually, for a con man. Shouldn't you be more about keepin' secrets?
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[ his cover done got blown, in other words ]
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[just casually inquiring if you're scamming people here, if this is a thing they should look for....]
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[ so there's a lot to do for a thief, basically ]
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