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maskormenace2014-03-22 06:21 pm
deduce) wrote in maskormenace2014-03-22 06:21 pm
Entry tags:
- ruka | n/a,
- † alan wake | n/a,
- † christine stanford | n/a,
- † gabriel | trickster,
- † john mitchell | n/a,
- † john watson | n/a,
- † kate kane | batwoman,
- † madison montgomery | n/a,
- † miles edgeworth | n/a,
- † mitchell hundred | the great machine,
- † molly hooper | n/a,
- † mycroft holmes | n/a,
- † nill | n/a,
- † phoenix wright | feng,
- † sherlock holmes | n/a,
- † violet harmon | n/a
video | 001
[ Giving his identity away so early in the game seems like a mistake. Isn't that something comic book heroes like to hide away? He's not sure, he's never really been the type to invest in that sort of thing, but they wear masks and why wear a mask if they didn't want their identities kept a secret? Trusting the government here isn't an option, so Sherlock isn't going to give everyone his real name. No, he's going to use a persona on the network, at least until he can justify being himself, at least until he knows more about the situation he's found himself in.
After ruffling up his hair and unbuttoning his dress shirt down and past his chest, he turns his expression into one of bemused intrigue and then the camera's on him, recording his every movement as he shifts on the balls of his feet. When he speaks, his accent is cockney; central London through and through, it's a lovely 'oliday with Mary style, and he doesn't look too pleased with where he's found himself. ]
Cor blimey, it's hot, ain't it? You lot should do something about that, or we'll end up melting if we ain't careful. Take me back to rainy old England any day, at least there we know how to handle weather like this: complain and then complain some more, am I right? S'pose it's not all bad though - air conditionings a hell of a thing, but it wouldn't catch on back home. Doesn't get hot enough for it, I guess. It's getting hotter with that global warming though, or so they say.
Oh, right, my name's Tony, by the way. Yeah, Tony Kane; I'm from Poplar, London, if it weren't obvious.
[ He smiles a crooked little smile and offers a little wink down the lens. Ladies. ]
So this is normal, then. They're not having me on with all of this power lark. I didn't have a pot to piss in at home and what, now I've got the ability to speak to animals, or something?
[ He laughs in disbelief, the camera shaking as he moves aside. It's not long before he pulls it back, though, and when his smile fades a frown starts to take its place. ]
Look, mates, I'm gonna level with you: this is all bullshit, innit? And I'm mostly talking to the Brits here, because we don't have any of this patriotic shit, we're all about depreciative humour and a pint of larger down the local pub. And I don't mean no offence by that, it's just - we're of a different culture, ain't we? They can't really be expecting us to join in with their lot, can they? Swearing in and all that, I mean. I didn't fight for Queen and country to come over here and give my allegiance to a bunch of yanks.
[ He shifts his gaze beyond the camera at that, side-eyeing at the people passing him in the street. He's getting a few odd looks. ]
I don't mean anything bad by it, it's just a lot to take in, and... yeah. I'll take this opportunity to shut my big fat gob, I think. So, uh, yeah. Thanks.
After ruffling up his hair and unbuttoning his dress shirt down and past his chest, he turns his expression into one of bemused intrigue and then the camera's on him, recording his every movement as he shifts on the balls of his feet. When he speaks, his accent is cockney; central London through and through, it's a lovely 'oliday with Mary style, and he doesn't look too pleased with where he's found himself. ]
Cor blimey, it's hot, ain't it? You lot should do something about that, or we'll end up melting if we ain't careful. Take me back to rainy old England any day, at least there we know how to handle weather like this: complain and then complain some more, am I right? S'pose it's not all bad though - air conditionings a hell of a thing, but it wouldn't catch on back home. Doesn't get hot enough for it, I guess. It's getting hotter with that global warming though, or so they say.
Oh, right, my name's Tony, by the way. Yeah, Tony Kane; I'm from Poplar, London, if it weren't obvious.
[ He smiles a crooked little smile and offers a little wink down the lens. Ladies. ]
So this is normal, then. They're not having me on with all of this power lark. I didn't have a pot to piss in at home and what, now I've got the ability to speak to animals, or something?
[ He laughs in disbelief, the camera shaking as he moves aside. It's not long before he pulls it back, though, and when his smile fades a frown starts to take its place. ]
Look, mates, I'm gonna level with you: this is all bullshit, innit? And I'm mostly talking to the Brits here, because we don't have any of this patriotic shit, we're all about depreciative humour and a pint of larger down the local pub. And I don't mean no offence by that, it's just - we're of a different culture, ain't we? They can't really be expecting us to join in with their lot, can they? Swearing in and all that, I mean. I didn't fight for Queen and country to come over here and give my allegiance to a bunch of yanks.
[ He shifts his gaze beyond the camera at that, side-eyeing at the people passing him in the street. He's getting a few odd looks. ]
I don't mean anything bad by it, it's just a lot to take in, and... yeah. I'll take this opportunity to shut my big fat gob, I think. So, uh, yeah. Thanks.
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[maybe? or maybe insulting? but it sort of works as something of a joke, too, so whatever.]
This place has got its own store of crap TV, if that's what you're after. And if you can stand a lot of chintzy island decor, you can even get a decent beer. You have to drink it surrounded by Tikki statutes in coconut bras, but... small price to pay. Kind of.