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maskormenace2014-09-01 11:27 pm
bittersweeter) wrote in maskormenace2014-09-01 11:27 pm
один ♔ video
[ the screen pops up on a pretty girl with wooly blonde curls, one blue eye and one green, looking kind of pissed and seemingly sitting inside a small cafe if the iced coffee in front of her is any indication. she is not actually pissed, not incredibly, this is just her resting bitch face. she's already divested herself of her winter wool coat and knitted hat and instead is wearing a tank top to accommodate the heat, but she also, contrarily, has a pair of black leather gloves on and a thin silk scarf, light blue, draped delicately around her throat, covering up the scar that marks her as a member of her family. ]
Two things: I'm looking for a Sharpe, a specific one named Cassel, but he is physically incapable of not being involved in the most dramatic trouble so I know he is here. [ she sounds... vaguely affectionate? maybe? it's possible she's not looking for him to hunt him down and murder him. or maybe she is. that could just be how they show affection, you don't know their life.
but in any case, she moves on swiftly, not entertaining the idea that cassel isn't here. he has to be, they were in the car together. and it's probably all his fault somehow because that's just how it happens in lila's life. ]
Secondly, does the government really expect me to help fight Soviets? I'm a Zacharov. We're Russian. [ not to mention the hateboner lila has against the government (all of them!) for the anti-worker legislation and the camps of old with makes her derisive tone all the more contemptuous. she grew up on the stories of how her family fought back against that bullshit, she's not about to suddenly change her tune and start frolicking off against the ussr because uncle sam said jump. uncle sam can go fuck a bald eagle. ] That's like asking me to fight against my own cousin.
[ ..hahhahahhahahahah. BAD ANALOGY. whatever, she's keeping it. no one else will understand why she is smirking anyway. ]
Okay, maybe three things. I'm living at... [ she looks at something on the table, nose wrinkling slightly in distaste. ] Number 22. That's happening.
That's all. Dosvedanya.
[ and with a little wave, she cuts the feed. ]
Two things: I'm looking for a Sharpe, a specific one named Cassel, but he is physically incapable of not being involved in the most dramatic trouble so I know he is here. [ she sounds... vaguely affectionate? maybe? it's possible she's not looking for him to hunt him down and murder him. or maybe she is. that could just be how they show affection, you don't know their life.
but in any case, she moves on swiftly, not entertaining the idea that cassel isn't here. he has to be, they were in the car together. and it's probably all his fault somehow because that's just how it happens in lila's life. ]
Secondly, does the government really expect me to help fight Soviets? I'm a Zacharov. We're Russian. [ not to mention the hateboner lila has against the government (all of them!) for the anti-worker legislation and the camps of old with makes her derisive tone all the more contemptuous. she grew up on the stories of how her family fought back against that bullshit, she's not about to suddenly change her tune and start frolicking off against the ussr because uncle sam said jump. uncle sam can go fuck a bald eagle. ] That's like asking me to fight against my own cousin.
[ ..hahhahahhahahahah. BAD ANALOGY. whatever, she's keeping it. no one else will understand why she is smirking anyway. ]
Okay, maybe three things. I'm living at... [ she looks at something on the table, nose wrinkling slightly in distaste. ] Number 22. That's happening.
That's all. Dosvedanya.
[ and with a little wave, she cuts the feed. ]