041 x 140 // video // 4th wall

[dignity_misery]

[ Carla Morir is quiet for a moment looking down into the camera, after that moment however she smiles wryly, lifting it to point at this gentleman. He gives her an irritated look, fiddling out a cigarette to blow the smoke at her.

All Carla has to say is this, ]

Someone come take this prick off my hands before I kill him.


[[ooc; I am weak. All of your 4th wall madness is welcome to me. Her brother Donovan (no_affection) may pipe up as well.]]

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[dignity_misery]

His judgments never meant anything. That's what irritates him.

[worldofourown]

So you could, in theory, ignore him to death?

[dignity_misery]

He's lived this long.

[worldofourown]

Change tactics.

What happens in the City, stays in the City, after all.

[dignity_misery]

That takes the fun out of it.

[She's imagining her mother crying over her dickhead brother's grave. She's sure his wife would spit on it.]

[worldofourown]

There's other sorts of fun that can be had as compensation.

[dignity_misery]

He's right, you know. I don't care that much. He's an irritation, not much more.

[worldofourown]

Care to discard said irritant and come pester newcomers with me, then?

[dignity_misery]

[Pause. Pause. And the only reason this comes out of her mouth is because it is Karl.]

I'm starting to dread who I'll find.

[worldofourown]

[ That, in part, is something he can understand. ]

If you see someone you'd rather not, point them out and I can deal with them. [ A half-playful offer. He doesn't expect her to take it. ] If not, we can always head Underground.

[dignity_misery]

[It's a split. Donovan was an unwelcome visitor. September deeply missed. The boy had asked after Barbet and she'd felt the tension hit her. He's been here before. Does that mean he won't come back again? Her dread is... her dread is how much she would crawl for him, if she saw him again. Try to prove to him that she's still a woman he could respect. Doubts that she is. She's scared. She's scared and she's extracted this promise twice now. Once from Saya and now from Karl: if he's here, he has to die.]

I think you'd know, if it was someone I couldn't deal with.

[There's only the one.]

[worldofourown]

I would.

[ He knows. Oh god, he knows. Hard to enjoy this weekend when it's riven by ghosts. But there's only so much harm ghosts can do. There's only so much harm he'll allow them to do. ]

[ No, not them. Him. ]

[dignity_misery]

Donovan can amuse himself.

[She's sure he will.]

[worldofourown]

He can try.

He's certainly amusing everyone else.

[ Poor little man. ]

[dignity_misery]

[Her smile is sharp.]

He always does.