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

[inseine]

[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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[assworthsaving]

[Quite frankly until she comes at him with a knife or gun Drake was going to continue thinking of her as an angel. Hell, even then he'd probably still think of her as one. He would just admire from afar at that point.

And curiosity would be an understatement when it came to him wondering how Javert landed such a beauty like Naomi, but he assumed he simply wasn't seeing the whole picture. He didn't really dwell on it that much, only when faced with the reminder that she was, indeed, married.

And upon hearing Javert's rhetorical question Drake flashed a contemptuous look briefly before dismissing the slight all together. He had nothing to be ashamed of.]

Thankfully nothing as boring as a nine to five job or whatever hours some demand from people. I don't know how you do it; I couldn't stand to be on a leash like that.

[He had the luxury of getting to do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. He didn't have to listen to his clients either. Rarely did.

But hearing the clanking sounds and being reminded of broken furniture made something even more apparent to him. Possibly disturbing.]

I can, ah, tell you are tied or chained to your bed though. Not sure I wanna know the reason, or if I could stomach hearing it, but if I happen to see her before you do I will gladly deliver the message.

[chose-death.livejournal.com]

I am an old soldier, [states Javert sententiously.] It is not in my nature to buck the command. Men in authority are, in fact, in authority with good reason. For the most part.

[Not that Inspector Javert holds a boring nine to five job in the least. His schedule is unpredictable at best, and when he is on a particularly thrilling hunt after a criminal, he will voluntarily stay on the job until dawn to ensure an arrest.]

Ah! Then that spares me the indignity of explaining this farce. You do have some respect after all!

Now, I do appreciate your word for both matters, but you must excuse me, [he says through his teeth, clearly distracted. The clinking and rattling sound again returns.] There is a bedpost I must splinter.

[assworthsaving]

'For the most part.' [He repeats it silently, but is not in total agreement.] Guess it depends on your line of work.

[Because there were plenty with authority that were just assholes. Thankfully, most of them were gullible assholes.]

Well I'll let you get back to breaking furniture. Sounds like you got everything under control.

[Because, seriously, the thought of Javert chained to bed, possibly unclothed, was not settling well with his stomach. But despite the old man's appearance he seemed quite capable of handling himself.]