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maskormenace2015-12-13 02:29 pm
mantlepieces) wrote in maskormenace2015-12-13 02:29 pm
Entry tags:
- † april ludgate | janet snakehole,
- † billy kaplan | wiccan,
- † carl grimes | n/a,
- † clary fray | shadowhunter,
- † dorian gray | n/a,
- † flame princess | n/a,
- † grey | n/a,
- † hazel lockwood | n/a,
- † jang junseo | n/a,
- † klarion bleak | n/a,
- † mabel pines | n/a,
- † mewtwo | n/a,
- † reggie mantle | n/a,
- † sasha blouse | n/a,
- † will graham | wolf trap
( ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ )
[ The camera turns on to show what appears to be a kitchen -- or possibly a living room -- and is propped upright on a table, showing two people sitting at it with somewhat sour expressions: Reggie Mantle and Sasha Blouse.
Laid before Sasha is a blank piece of paper, a pencil in her hand that she idly drums against the surface of the table. ]
Hello! It’s Sasha again. I— [ She wrinkles her nose when she has to correct herself. ] —we have a few questions to ask other imPorts. It’s for a school assignment so if a few people could answer our survey and help us out I would be very grateful!
[ Reggie’s brow furrows slightly and he sits back in his chair, making it evidently clear he would rather not be there. Restlessly he taps a pen as well, against the edge of the table with a sort of frantic impatience. ]
Yeah. We’re supposed to represent the "imPort experience" for about a quarter of our grade -- not that there’s any way they could check if we just decided to make it all up.
[ At that, he shoots a pointed look in Sasha’s direction, the person forcing him not to cheat. ]
I’m not getting another Saturday detention for this. We could’ve done this earlier, but you were procrastinating on it.
Well, that’s only ‘cause unlike you I actually got a social life. This is a waste of time. [ He gestures at the camera, looking at it briefly before looking back over at her. ] It’s not like everyone out there's just sitting around waiting to answer questions so that we can get an “A” on some dumb project. I mean, maybe if they’re bored enough-- here, I’ll read 'em, what do you got so far?
[ See, he’s participating! He grabs the paper from her, then frowns at its relative emptiness.
Sasha frowns when he snatches the paper from her, reaching to take it back. ]
What social life? [ She mutters under her breath, glaring at him sharply. ] If you wanted to be doing something else we should have finished this earlier. Jeez, I should have asked for another partner...
Like anyone else would want you for a partner. You didn’t even write anything down -- if I’d known that I wouldn’t’ve started recording yet!
Nobody would want you for a partner because you’re a lazy jerk! And I was going to, but you took the paper away!
Okay, I’ll make one up. [ Reggie looks at the camera again, eyebrows raised. ] Which is worse: being lazy, or being stupid? Uh -- right: As an imPort.
Arrrgh, you...!
[ Sasha jolts in her seat, lifting an arm and throwing a sharp and surprisingly quick fist directly between Reggie’s eyes without as much as a second thought. Reggie barely has time to do anything, managing only a surprised noise of pain and an instinctive jerk backwards, which along with Sasha’s punch causes his chair to teeter precariously and almost spill him off it. Almost. ]
Hey, you’re welcome for doing all the work so far! [ His hands are over his face, clutching it in pain, and when he lowers them there’s already swelling around one eye. ] What was that f--
[ But he’s interrupted by a large dog galloping in from a different room, attracted by the sound of their voices; it jumps on Reggie, who screams and falls over as the dog tries to lick his face. It’s the friendliest dog but that doesn’t mean Reggie stops screaming from the floor. ]
Laid before Sasha is a blank piece of paper, a pencil in her hand that she idly drums against the surface of the table. ]
Hello! It’s Sasha again. I— [ She wrinkles her nose when she has to correct herself. ] —we have a few questions to ask other imPorts. It’s for a school assignment so if a few people could answer our survey and help us out I would be very grateful!
[ Reggie’s brow furrows slightly and he sits back in his chair, making it evidently clear he would rather not be there. Restlessly he taps a pen as well, against the edge of the table with a sort of frantic impatience. ]
Yeah. We’re supposed to represent the "imPort experience" for about a quarter of our grade -- not that there’s any way they could check if we just decided to make it all up.
[ At that, he shoots a pointed look in Sasha’s direction, the person forcing him not to cheat. ]
I’m not getting another Saturday detention for this. We could’ve done this earlier, but you were procrastinating on it.
Well, that’s only ‘cause unlike you I actually got a social life. This is a waste of time. [ He gestures at the camera, looking at it briefly before looking back over at her. ] It’s not like everyone out there's just sitting around waiting to answer questions so that we can get an “A” on some dumb project. I mean, maybe if they’re bored enough-- here, I’ll read 'em, what do you got so far?
[ See, he’s participating! He grabs the paper from her, then frowns at its relative emptiness.
Sasha frowns when he snatches the paper from her, reaching to take it back. ]
What social life? [ She mutters under her breath, glaring at him sharply. ] If you wanted to be doing something else we should have finished this earlier. Jeez, I should have asked for another partner...
Like anyone else would want you for a partner. You didn’t even write anything down -- if I’d known that I wouldn’t’ve started recording yet!
Nobody would want you for a partner because you’re a lazy jerk! And I was going to, but you took the paper away!
Okay, I’ll make one up. [ Reggie looks at the camera again, eyebrows raised. ] Which is worse: being lazy, or being stupid? Uh -- right: As an imPort.
Arrrgh, you...!
[ Sasha jolts in her seat, lifting an arm and throwing a sharp and surprisingly quick fist directly between Reggie’s eyes without as much as a second thought. Reggie barely has time to do anything, managing only a surprised noise of pain and an instinctive jerk backwards, which along with Sasha’s punch causes his chair to teeter precariously and almost spill him off it. Almost. ]
Hey, you’re welcome for doing all the work so far! [ His hands are over his face, clutching it in pain, and when he lowers them there’s already swelling around one eye. ] What was that f--
[ But he’s interrupted by a large dog galloping in from a different room, attracted by the sound of their voices; it jumps on Reggie, who screams and falls over as the dog tries to lick his face. It’s the friendliest dog but that doesn’t mean Reggie stops screaming from the floor. ]
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Don't put it on the roof!
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[ Wait... ]
No, uhm... listen to me right now, but not what I said before. So only partly don't listen to me?
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[ There's just a good several seconds of silence here until Sasha decides to speak again.
He didn't actually have another idea, he just wanted to sound like he did :( ]
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[ She waits nearly a minute for his response before it dawns on her he's got nothing. ]
... what?
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[ Thanks, Junseo. ]
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[ Though not all of that is off-putting. She likes the idea of having a furry companion as she never had one back home. ]
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Dogs are expensive?
[ So discouraging :( ]
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He's never going to be able to have a dog of his own. ]
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Uhh, because medicine for them is expensive, for example! The vets don't get it for free, I don't think...
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[ Because his country has universal health care. This does not extend to dogs, but that doesn't occur to him. ]
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Oh yeah... if things were free then I definitely wouldn't work.
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