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capeandcowl2010-08-26 12:40 pm
latexspectre) wrote in capeandcowl2010-08-26 12:40 pm
01 → [voice]
[Cue the lovely noise of traffic in the background, along with the sound of a woman cursing bitterly.]
Where in the hell is my lighter? Jesus. I had it a minute ago... oh finally. Wait. Is this thing--? Shit, it's recording? Is this thing on? Hello? Can anyone hear me? Jesus, worthless piece of--!
[The camera abruptly turns on to show an obviously disgruntled woman stomping down the sidewalk, holding the communicator in one hand and trying to light a cigarette with the other. After about ten seconds of her muttering profanity around the cigarette in her mouth, dodging other pedestrians and the lighter flickering on and off, she finally steps into an alley, gets the damn thing lit and takes a drag. Slowly, the scowl lessens slightly, though she still looks pretty pissed off.]
This is some kind of joke, isn't it? An optical illusion maybe? Or a dream? That's it, right? I'm asleep, or I'm drunk. This is a drunken hallucination. This is my cue to quit drinking. My--what's it called?--moment of clarity?
[She takes another drag, blowing out a perfect ring before sighing heavily.]
I'd much rather find out that this is some trick than have someone dump some kind of sciencey bullshit on me right now. I've had a rough day.
Where in the hell is my lighter? Jesus. I had it a minute ago... oh finally. Wait. Is this thing--? Shit, it's recording? Is this thing on? Hello? Can anyone hear me? Jesus, worthless piece of--!
[The camera abruptly turns on to show an obviously disgruntled woman stomping down the sidewalk, holding the communicator in one hand and trying to light a cigarette with the other. After about ten seconds of her muttering profanity around the cigarette in her mouth, dodging other pedestrians and the lighter flickering on and off, she finally steps into an alley, gets the damn thing lit and takes a drag. Slowly, the scowl lessens slightly, though she still looks pretty pissed off.]
This is some kind of joke, isn't it? An optical illusion maybe? Or a dream? That's it, right? I'm asleep, or I'm drunk. This is a drunken hallucination. This is my cue to quit drinking. My--what's it called?--moment of clarity?
[She takes another drag, blowing out a perfect ring before sighing heavily.]
I'd much rather find out that this is some trick than have someone dump some kind of sciencey bullshit on me right now. I've had a rough day.
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