VIDEO ✍ 008 --> Lari's Return from Hiatus

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[The video opens to a blank white with a dim shadow at the left corners. It is a moving shadow. There is a faint, muffled rustling sound, and a black, fluid shape - a bedsheet - flutters. Now the indecipherable, severe mutterings of a man's voice can be heard.

The video feed jerks sharply. A bare, hairy foot kicks at the screen, gnarled toes grasping. There is an odd scraping, clanging sound in the background.]

Wretched bitch will pay for this, I swear it!

[The speaker, whose face and body is not visible beyond that reaching foot, does not seem to be aware of any voyeurs this morning.]

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[video... sort of]

[chainsawofdeath.livejournal.com]

Sweetheart, nobody wants to see that... ♥



Speaking of your wretched bitch, what's her problem? Why has she been acting so peculiar as of late~??

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

I don't keep my wife on a leash, [The French-accented voice says curtly. It is a thoughtless, offhanded remark.

Then a beat passes. Silence reigns.

It's not as if Javert has a clear view of the Dreamberry, dear Grell. When the Inspector (after all, that foot must belong to a man) processed the unexpected tinny voice from his Dreamberry speakers, he froze. The hush descended. Though Grell cannot see a face, he might envision a narrowing of the eyes, a contraction of thinned dread in Javert's expression.]

You will tell me something now, [Javert commands, detached and cold.] Did this device make a public bulletin?

[chainsawofdeath.livejournal.com]

Oh, calm down!!



Sweetheart, do you really have to ask a question with such an obvious answer? I would not have contacted you, otherwise... ♥

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

[Javert hisses a muffled, distant-sounding curse. The foot jerks out of sight of the feed, and instead a hand drops down to the side of the bed with a telling chain-rattle. If Grell were to look closely at the video, he might see something that looks like leopard pelt wrapped around Javert's wrist.]

Oh! Sure! Very capital. It grants me a very capital opportunity to publicly announce my morning toilette, [is his deadpan remark. The truth is, the Inspector is rather humiliated that such a personal affair is on display for all to see. It simply isn't proper or decent for a man of his position.

There is a thoughtful silence, while Javert's quick head attempts to discern a way out of this fine dilemma.] You say my wife is acting peculiar? Send that woman to me. I will judge if it is true.

[chainsawofdeath.livejournal.com]

Love, what is that hideous thing around your wrist? Is that what I think it is?! I must know~!! I had no idea you and your wife were into such gaudy and vulgar things!!!

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

Ha! You are the pot calling the kettle black, as the English say. Very devil of a dandy, with that well-preened face of yours! It is painted up brighter than a China set!

--You are English, aren't you? I thought I heard it in your voice. Hm!--In any case...

[There a perceptible, purposeful pause.]

You evidently do not spend much time with my wife, [adds Javert in a tightening voice, like the verbal equivalent of a vice.] I do not think that is a tragedy.

[chainsawofdeath.livejournal.com]

I've known your wife for years!!!



She and I used to spend a lot of time together until something came in between us~ It's unfortunate, really. It's quite a tragedy, if you ask me!!