Adam Jensen (
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exsilium2012-11-10 08:12 pm
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Entry tags:
- chloe frazer (uncharted),
- collette (animorphs),
- dr. gordon freeman (half-life),
- elissa cousland (dragon age),
- koltira deathweaver (world of warcraft),
- shelke rui (ffvii:doc),
- vanadi (original),
- ✝ adam jensen [deus ex],
- ✝ alexstrasza (world of warcraft),
- ✝ bariyan e kodhi (original),
- ✝ barnaby brooks jr [t&b],
- ✝ eddie riggs [brutal legend],
- ✝ edward elric (fullmetal alchemist),
- ✝ eridan ampora [homestuck],
- ✝ gray fox [metal gear solid],
- ✝ kinna nananea (original),
- ✝ loki laufeyson (marvel 616),
- ✝ meliantha (original),
- ✝ miles edgeworth [ace attorney],
- ✝ minato arisato [persona 3],
- ✝ priad (warhammer 40k),
- ✝ ranka lee [macross frontier],
- ✝ roxy lalonde (homestuck),
- ✝ samus aran (metroid),
- ✝ taicea [original],
- ✝ takegami teijirou (mr. brain),
- ✞ — dropped characters — ✞
06 △ VIDEO
[ Video--coming from Adam's tablet for once, and not his retinal enhancements. it shows him, obviously in his messy apartment, and obviously... different from what one might be used to. he's neither properly dressed nor his usual stoic, composed, monotone self.
but most notably, the lenses of his shades--which are mounted to his head--are retracted. his eyes are visibly artificial. here's the usual gravely voice: ]
...And they keep dragging more and more people here. Or is that the machine malfunctioning again? Can't be sure anymore.
Anyway, hello. My name's Adam Jensen and I'm -- [ insert vague, dismissive gesture here--his hand, too, is artificial and looks like it's made out of black metal. ] ... who the fuck even cares. I'm the local oversized can opener. Hi.
[ if it wasn't obvious before that he's drunk, it's sure as hell now. ]
Given the uh, premise under which you all arrived here as well as the popularity of thought-provoking surveys lately, let's talk about a topic each of you surely can contribute to with a story or two. Since I couldn't help but notice that we're quite a miserable bunch of misfits. Exceptions prove the rule by the way.
[ pause, during which he reaches off screen... for his smoke. ]
So, broken dreams. There's a pretty catchy song on them by Green Day which I can only recommend. But before you scurry off to find it, why don't we share with the class why we're all so damn bitter, and not only since we ended up in this shithole. Though I guess the shithole made it worse, in some cases. I don't know. Getting it off your chest might have a soothing effect, or something.
[ another pause, and he seems pensive for a moment.he might be able to offer alternative treatment methods for your troubles which may involve punching ahem. ]
Here, I'll start. I was planning to get married not too long ago, start a family. I had the perfect girl, a decent job I liked and paid well, and then--then science happened.
[ a dry, humorless chuckle. ]
Gotta love science. Your turn.
but most notably, the lenses of his shades--which are mounted to his head--are retracted. his eyes are visibly artificial. here's the usual gravely voice: ]
...And they keep dragging more and more people here. Or is that the machine malfunctioning again? Can't be sure anymore.
Anyway, hello. My name's Adam Jensen and I'm -- [ insert vague, dismissive gesture here--his hand, too, is artificial and looks like it's made out of black metal. ] ... who the fuck even cares. I'm the local oversized can opener. Hi.
[ if it wasn't obvious before that he's drunk, it's sure as hell now. ]
Given the uh, premise under which you all arrived here as well as the popularity of thought-provoking surveys lately, let's talk about a topic each of you surely can contribute to with a story or two. Since I couldn't help but notice that we're quite a miserable bunch of misfits. Exceptions prove the rule by the way.
[ pause, during which he reaches off screen... for his smoke. ]
So, broken dreams. There's a pretty catchy song on them by Green Day which I can only recommend. But before you scurry off to find it, why don't we share with the class why we're all so damn bitter, and not only since we ended up in this shithole. Though I guess the shithole made it worse, in some cases. I don't know. Getting it off your chest might have a soothing effect, or something.
[ another pause, and he seems pensive for a moment.
Here, I'll start. I was planning to get married not too long ago, start a family. I had the perfect girl, a decent job I liked and paid well, and then--then science happened.
[ a dry, humorless chuckle. ]
Gotta love science. Your turn.
[video]
Yeah, a lot of something, actually. Don't you?
[video]
[ just a watery grave and a bitch of an ex-girlfriend... ]
[video]
he knocks another back, then nods at the screen.]
So... what's your story?
: [video]
Aside from that --
[ frowns, and looks at something off screen ]
Well, look at me.
[video]
[it sounds so absurd when he says it out loud. he can't quite bring himself to laugh about it, though.]
S... sorry. I probably sound like such an asshole right now.
[video]
[ it is what it is. he shrugs. ]
Though most people would prefer the term augmentations. Or cybernetic enhancements.
[video] late tag is late, so sorry!
'S that what you prefer? I don't really know, I've never met anyone with anything more extreme than a few regular profs-- press-- Pluh!
[and a moment to get his tongue back under control...]
Prosthetics.
[video] np!
Anyway, that's my story.
[ talkative, isn't he. he just wanted to listen to other people's stories. ]
[video]
[video]
And before you try to get back to the US, you'd want to get back to your own time. If the guys in charge here are to be believed, there's nothing worthwhile out there right now, anyway.
[video]
It's all such a mess. There doesn't even seem to be a set time people are obligated to be here and help out, it's... I mean, how long have YOU been stuck here?
[video]
About three months, give or take. Others have been here for almost a year.