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exsilium2012-11-13 05:22 am
mr_wing_tip_shoes) wrote in exsilium2012-11-13 05:22 am
1st Shot | Accidental Video
-fucking small to be a computer. And it's a phone. I don't see a dial anywhere, dollface, an' I think you're pulling my leg.
[The feed first picks up black gloved hand, obviously with no real idea of what the hell it's doing on the tablet's screen. It pulls away to show a very bewildered and scowling male face. The more preceptive will notice his clothing seems a little dated -- waistcoat over a dress shirt and a fedora he removes from his head just then and sets aside.
A second voice pipes up, female and obviously barely holding in some serious frustration. ]
I said it works like a phone, Niall. I never said it was one.
How else do you expect me to act when you say it's like a phone?
Did you ask the Inititative anything at all? Or did you just ogle the woman greeting you.
[ Niall rolls his eyes and a lady comes into view -- and oh look it's Aileen, sporting an over-sized sun hat and looking the exact opposite of impressed with the guy in front of her. ]
I don't need to ask anyone anything. She was very forthcoming with the information.
Oh, I'm quite sure.
So much so I didn't even have to say a thing. [ In comes a slow, sly smirk after that. Hmm, how mysterious.
Apparently that mystery is wasted on Aileen, who's not batting an eyelash. There's a short pause where she just... stares, expression stern. But eventually she moves closer into view, sitting down next to Niall with a long-suffering sigh. ]
Here, I'll show you how to work the settings.
Damn. Still a frosty bitch even in The Jetsons, eh Turquoise?
About how many times have I told you not to call me that?
What? I told you it fits for a hooker. But as we were saying, this tablet doodad 'works like a phone'. So. You giving me your number or what?
[ What a charming guy. Aileen rolls her eyes and hikes an eyebrow at him, but forces a smile just long enough to lean in and tip his chin up with a finger. ]
Why? You still need a babysitter? [ Aaaand rejected! She stands up and moves out of view. Somehow he's probably not gonna be getting that help with the tablet now. Here, have a nice close-up of his exasperated glaring face. ]
[The feed first picks up black gloved hand, obviously with no real idea of what the hell it's doing on the tablet's screen. It pulls away to show a very bewildered and scowling male face. The more preceptive will notice his clothing seems a little dated -- waistcoat over a dress shirt and a fedora he removes from his head just then and sets aside.
A second voice pipes up, female and obviously barely holding in some serious frustration. ]
I said it works like a phone, Niall. I never said it was one.
How else do you expect me to act when you say it's like a phone?
Did you ask the Inititative anything at all? Or did you just ogle the woman greeting you.
[ Niall rolls his eyes and a lady comes into view -- and oh look it's Aileen, sporting an over-sized sun hat and looking the exact opposite of impressed with the guy in front of her. ]
I don't need to ask anyone anything. She was very forthcoming with the information.
Oh, I'm quite sure.
So much so I didn't even have to say a thing. [ In comes a slow, sly smirk after that. Hmm, how mysterious.
Apparently that mystery is wasted on Aileen, who's not batting an eyelash. There's a short pause where she just... stares, expression stern. But eventually she moves closer into view, sitting down next to Niall with a long-suffering sigh. ]
Here, I'll show you how to work the settings.
Damn. Still a frosty bitch even in The Jetsons, eh Turquoise?
About how many times have I told you not to call me that?
What? I told you it fits for a hooker. But as we were saying, this tablet doodad 'works like a phone'. So. You giving me your number or what?
[ What a charming guy. Aileen rolls her eyes and hikes an eyebrow at him, but forces a smile just long enough to lean in and tip his chin up with a finger. ]
Why? You still need a babysitter? [ Aaaand rejected! She stands up and moves out of view. Somehow he's probably not gonna be getting that help with the tablet now. Here, have a nice close-up of his exasperated glaring face. ]
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And you'd be right. We didn't exactly meet on good terms.
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Just because he's my friend doesn't mean I'm happy to see him.
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[ AN EMPATHIC CHAUVINISTIC GANGSTER FROM THE 60'S ]
--aggressive.
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