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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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You have a cat? ( 8D ) I love cats. Animals, generally. Can't have a cat, but, 'cause they might try to eat Mendel— uh, my parrot.
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Mm. He's sort of mine, yeah. My wife got him for Sherlock but when they both got ported out, I got saddled with him. He's alright for the most part. Very low maintenance. I'm pretty sure he has a second home somewhere actually. Mendel's a cute name.
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( Still, her tone becomes a little more serious, as she scratches the side of her jaw. ) Your wife was here? That, um— sorry. Sucks that she left, mate.
From uh, home or did you meet her here?
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[ he's starting to notice the extreme similarity between sarissa and her sisters. ]
Yeah, she was. I met her back home. I was going through a hard time and she saved me. Turned my whole life around. [ he smiles sadly. ] I wish she was here.
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( Her smile is sympathetic. )
That sucks. I, um— have a fiancee. Sort of, I dunno. Ex, honestly, but we were sort of...
( Fixing it? But she shakes her head, dismissive. ) It was a big mess, but I miss her a lot.
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[ the venue choice still amuses him. ]
Feel free to stop me if you think I’m out of line, but... [ he presses his lips together and looks away from the camera for a moment. ] If you still love her, you should go after her. Sort things out. Because believe me, chances like this don't last forever. It's gone before you know it and you're just... always going to kick yourself about what could've been.
[ a moment passes before he snorts. ]
Not that any of us will remember this, but... yeah. I hope you can work it out.