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exsilium2014-02-03 10:05 am
whatyoumust) wrote in exsilium2014-02-03 10:05 am
video;
[The person on the screen strikes a surprisingly mundane figure. He's in his late 30's-- or his 40's, perhaps, as the beard hides some of the wrinkles.) Dark eyes and hair, the latter of which is beginning to recede; brown skin; simple clothing; kind eyes set amongst the lines and creases of approaching middle age.
This is Alberto Reyes. He is an average Texan, an ordinary father... and he wants to get the hell home already.]
I was under the impression that we weren't using the draft anymore. I don't remember signing up to participate in any [other] wars in outer space, either. [And yet he still sounds more or less collected. 'Berto cracks a tiny, slightly exasperated, smile.]
I have a wife; children at home. I can't simply leave them like this. As much as I sympathize, I won't be fighting here, and that is that.
[He hesitates. There's not really a reason for him to have been picked up for something this odd, is there? Ex-military reputation notwithstanding, there's nothing particularly stand-out about him. At least not anything that'd warrant being taken here. Unless...]
[Alberto sets down what he was holding-- a cane-- and starts rifling through his wallet. Finally, he pulls out what looks like a recent school photo and holds it up to the camera.] On the off chance that my son is here [because what else could it have been but his superhero son] please let him know that his father is looking for him. My name is Alberto, and my son is Jaime.
[He shouldn't ask for Bianca or Milagro, should he? That's impossible. At least, he hopes it is.]
Thank you.
[Berto reaches over to cut the feed.]
This is Alberto Reyes. He is an average Texan, an ordinary father... and he wants to get the hell home already.]
I was under the impression that we weren't using the draft anymore. I don't remember signing up to participate in any [other] wars in outer space, either. [And yet he still sounds more or less collected. 'Berto cracks a tiny, slightly exasperated, smile.]
I have a wife; children at home. I can't simply leave them like this. As much as I sympathize, I won't be fighting here, and that is that.
[He hesitates. There's not really a reason for him to have been picked up for something this odd, is there? Ex-military reputation notwithstanding, there's nothing particularly stand-out about him. At least not anything that'd warrant being taken here. Unless...]
[Alberto sets down what he was holding-- a cane-- and starts rifling through his wallet. Finally, he pulls out what looks like a recent school photo and holds it up to the camera.] On the off chance that my son is here [because what else could it have been but his superhero son] please let him know that his father is looking for him. My name is Alberto, and my son is Jaime.
[He shouldn't ask for Bianca or Milagro, should he? That's impossible. At least, he hopes it is.]
Thank you.
[Berto reaches over to cut the feed.]
video;
video;
There's always a catch, isn't there.
video;
[He'd say punk, but there's a level of asshole there he can't manage right now.]
Because I'm betting the answer is no.
video;
[His house blew up, he got attacked by aliens, and his son's a superhero-- and he hasn't gotten tragically killed off yet. That's about as lucky as he can imagine.]
Except for getting deployed in space, that is.