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poly_chromatic2012-03-20 08:02 pm
deathofdelilah) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-03-20 08:02 pm
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[The video opens in a formal-looking room in Alexis’ penthouse. Alexis is sitting in a chair near a writing desk, idly toying with his pipe while he speaks to Jezebel standing in front of him. Nothing seems all that unusual save for a strange expression on Jezebel’s face -- one that seems much more calm and maybe a little displeased than he usually looks near his father.]
You know what your duties are, Jezebel. I don’t want you being distracted by them.
[Alexis keeps his gaze focused on his son’s face, his customary smile not there. It’s like he knows there is something...off.]
I’m not distracted. [Jezebel’s tone is far more irritable than he’d ever dare to use with his father under usual circumstances -- and his expression only sours further.] You haven’t any reason not to trust me.
No? How fortunate. And here I was concerned that I might have to refocus your attentions to where they are meant to be.
No, you do not. Is that the only reason you’ve called me here?
[Alexis rises to his feet to go stand right before Jezebel.] Your attitude leaves something to be desired. Should I call in a friend of yours to help us to fix that? [A clear threat towards Cassian.]
[There isn’t a verbal response -- just a quick shift in Jezebel’s expression, from disdain to anger. And without warning, his arm swings out, and he backhands his father across the face without so much as flinching.
His father’s eyes widen just slightly in surprise before narrowing in a show of actual anger right before the recording comes to an end.]
((Normal text is Jezebel, italics is Alexis.))
You know what your duties are, Jezebel. I don’t want you being distracted by them.
[Alexis keeps his gaze focused on his son’s face, his customary smile not there. It’s like he knows there is something...off.]
I’m not distracted. [Jezebel’s tone is far more irritable than he’d ever dare to use with his father under usual circumstances -- and his expression only sours further.] You haven’t any reason not to trust me.
No? How fortunate. And here I was concerned that I might have to refocus your attentions to where they are meant to be.
No, you do not. Is that the only reason you’ve called me here?
[Alexis rises to his feet to go stand right before Jezebel.] Your attitude leaves something to be desired. Should I call in a friend of yours to help us to fix that? [A clear threat towards Cassian.]
[There isn’t a verbal response -- just a quick shift in Jezebel’s expression, from disdain to anger. And without warning, his arm swings out, and he backhands his father across the face without so much as flinching.
His father’s eyes widen just slightly in surprise before narrowing in a show of actual anger right before the recording comes to an end.]
((Normal text is Jezebel, italics is Alexis.))
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[His voice is a mixture of confusion and amusement. And he thought his family was screwed up.]
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Voice
Doctor? Talk to me.
Voice
Yes?
Voice
Where are you?
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You don't need to come find me.
Voice
I doubt that. Let me help you.
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