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maskormenace2017-09-01 08:02 pm
magnitudes) wrote in maskormenace2017-09-01 08:02 pm
( video. ) cw: blood and a deeply useless human being
( The scene:
Sarissa, with what looks like twisted up kitchen roll shoved up each nostril, the paper bloody. Her nose is puffy, bruised, the skin across the bridge of it and around her eyes looking almost purple, but it hasn’t bowed to either side.
Underneath said tragedy, Sarissa’s mouth is tugged in a wide smile. )
Fuckin’ oath, mates. My sister clocked me good. Can you see this?
( The camera is waved around, to get different angles of her poor nose. ) Bloody legend. I was worried she’d be useless at self-defence, but I take back everything. And she’s driving me to A n’ E.
( She’s in a car, by the way. A nice one. The seats are a deep red leather, and in the driver's seat but considerably less jovial is Sarah. She turns the camera to actually get a shot of Sarah for a couple of seconds before twisting the camera away again. )
It was an accident, we’re good and golden. Lesson learned, but, don’t try to tickle attack Saroula when she’s groggy.
( A sniff, and she makes a little “ow” sort of face that is more comical than sincere. )
Anyway, just wanted to say we’re gonna have a big fuck off barbie at ours, soon. Last part of the summer— or uh, first part of the autumn? And if you happen to also have a homicidal ex-boyfriend who has been ported out for more than a month, then you get to receive a special prize. Like, I dunno. You can take home the bouncy castle, or something. Everyone’s invited, unless I don’t like you, but if you ain’t sure and you got a seal of approval from one of the girls, then you’re good. But everyone bring some food or something, ‘cause I ain’t cooking endless bloody mountains of food when I don’t know how many people are turning up. For one, I'm cheap, and for two, I'm lazy.
( Another little sniff, and Sarissa looks across at Sarah. Dramatically: ) Do you reckon I can still get away with serenadin’ myself in the mirror? You’re beeeeautiful—
( That might just be Sarah’s hand reaching over to try and knock Sarissa’s device out of her hand. )
No, Sarah, you broke my nose, you get to listen to me sing James bloody Blunt, that’s the rules. Maybe Snow Patrol, okay, or Shania, that’s my compromise.
Sarissa, with what looks like twisted up kitchen roll shoved up each nostril, the paper bloody. Her nose is puffy, bruised, the skin across the bridge of it and around her eyes looking almost purple, but it hasn’t bowed to either side.
Underneath said tragedy, Sarissa’s mouth is tugged in a wide smile. )
Fuckin’ oath, mates. My sister clocked me good. Can you see this?
( The camera is waved around, to get different angles of her poor nose. ) Bloody legend. I was worried she’d be useless at self-defence, but I take back everything. And she’s driving me to A n’ E.
( She’s in a car, by the way. A nice one. The seats are a deep red leather, and in the driver's seat but considerably less jovial is Sarah. She turns the camera to actually get a shot of Sarah for a couple of seconds before twisting the camera away again. )
It was an accident, we’re good and golden. Lesson learned, but, don’t try to tickle attack Saroula when she’s groggy.
( A sniff, and she makes a little “ow” sort of face that is more comical than sincere. )
Anyway, just wanted to say we’re gonna have a big fuck off barbie at ours, soon. Last part of the summer— or uh, first part of the autumn? And if you happen to also have a homicidal ex-boyfriend who has been ported out for more than a month, then you get to receive a special prize. Like, I dunno. You can take home the bouncy castle, or something. Everyone’s invited, unless I don’t like you, but if you ain’t sure and you got a seal of approval from one of the girls, then you’re good. But everyone bring some food or something, ‘cause I ain’t cooking endless bloody mountains of food when I don’t know how many people are turning up. For one, I'm cheap, and for two, I'm lazy.
( Another little sniff, and Sarissa looks across at Sarah. Dramatically: ) Do you reckon I can still get away with serenadin’ myself in the mirror? You’re beeeeautiful—
( That might just be Sarah’s hand reaching over to try and knock Sarissa’s device out of her hand. )
No, Sarah, you broke my nose, you get to listen to me sing James bloody Blunt, that’s the rules. Maybe Snow Patrol, okay, or Shania, that’s my compromise.
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stumbling through the door of their place. Sarissa's shirt, which was once light grey, has blood stains down the front of it, and her nose is strapped and taped, though she's spared anything too overbearing, and has been advised that it doesn't need to stay on long. The bone is intact, all is well, she just needs to sleep it off. Sarissa sniffs, and heads to the kitchen. ) Tea? Or bourbon?
( And: ) Thanks for driving me around, babe.
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[ She's already flopping onto the nearest sofa and closing her eyes. This day has been goddamn stressful and it's only early afternoon. ]
Bourbon. [ As if she was gonna say anything else. ]
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The Nice Stuff that she keeps on a secret shelf hidden away where Sarah isn't meant to but probably could find it, and some ice. She hesitates, and grabs a packet of bikkies from the cupboard, too, some fancy Canadian nonsense with maple cream in the shape of maple leaves.
The bourbon goes on the table, and biscuits are set down next to them, and Sarissa grabs pillow from the other sofa and holds it near Sarah's head. ) Here. You've earned a do-over on your nap.
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Yeah, and what are you doing today?
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( Self mocking, a little absurd, as she idly strokes Sarah's hair. )
I can ask her if she can grab a burger for you, too, if you want?
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[ What the hell, if Sarissa's dating Jess she might as well make an effort. If that effort involves food, all the better. ]
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( She leans over, geeently steadies Sarah with her hand to make sure she doesn't move, and carefully kisses her forehead. )
Need a blanket?
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[ She drinks some of the bourbon, confused about why Sarissa is being so nice to her. It's not unusual for Sarissa to be nice, of course, but a couple hours after Sarah broke her nose? Kind of weird. ]
Why are you bringing me bourbon and blankets and shit?
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( A deliberate absurdity, but still. ) And I'm sorry I'm a shit. I'm gonna work on being less of a shit.
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[ She sighs and tips her head back against the cushion, closes her eyes again. ]
You're not a shit. [ Actually, she's the one who feels like a shit right now. (And most days, let's be real.) ]
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Yeah. Fuckin' hurts, too. But, way I see it, you reacted because I acted. Part of it was reflex, and you know I don't take shit when it comes to people hurting me. I should've known better than to sneak up and bloody attack someone that I know has had to deal with some sudden, fucked up shit.
( She rests her head on Sarah's shoulder. )
And I can be. I meant it to be funny, but postin' that on the network was pretty shitty.
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[ For a second it looks like she's going to say something else, and then she changes her mind. ]
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( And she looks up at Sarah, from her place resting against her shoulder. )
You can say whatever you were gonna say.
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Nah, it's not important.
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Okay. You should get some rest, asteri.
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( And gently flicks Sarah's ear as she gets up. ) Do we have any rope? I gotta figure out how to stop myself from rolling over in my sleep until this is sorted.
( Eh, whatever, she's wandering towards the stairs. )
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Why don't you just prop up some pillows, nerd?
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( And she stops on the stairs. )
Ya boofhead.
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[ Right, of course she is. ]
Piss off.