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sirenspull2012-03-21 08:09 pm
dr_orpheus) wrote in sirenspull2012-03-21 08:09 pm
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[The video feed cuts in suddenly, and the network is treated to another accidental show. In this case, it's the downside to having a skull NV with a tendency to bounce when it's sitting on a table and you bang your fist against that table with great force because, well...]
WHAT is going on here?
Dude, nothin'! [If anyone could believe that someone yelling at Pickles could really be over “nothing,” the proof is in the visuals: a naked blonde tearing through the frame with her clothes while Pickles tries to cover himself up with a towel. Yeah, even he seems to know he doesn't have much to stand on in the innocence department.] ...S' fine. Dude, s' only water--s' not like we were in yer bed or nothin', relax--
It is not only water! It is a beaver habitat! Would you entertain a lady of the night IN FIDO'S BACKYARD HOME?
[A sound escapes his throat, almost like he was going to say something to that, but then...doesn't.] It's a fuckin' pool in yer house! How was I supposed to know beavers lived in there?!
I introduced you to them on your first day here!
...I thought they were stuffed animals. [He was high, okay?]
Stuffed-! [No, there are more important things to be enraged about at the moment.] Where are they now?
How the hell should I know? S' not like I was lookin' for a bunch of beavers to come out when I opened the fuckin' door.
[Orpheus sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. They most likely retreated to the bathroom after the intrusion. He will look for them later.] Well, the damage has been done. [He walks over to the edge of the whirlpool tub and peers inside.] I will have to give the pool a proper cleaning... [His voice trails off as he leans over the side of the tub and reaches for something. That something comes into view when he stands up, holding it pinched between thumb and forefinger and keeping it at a great distance. It is a well-used lady's thong. There are no words, just a look of utter disgust for Pickles.]
[While Pickles stares back at the thong without any noticeable reaction, adjusting his towel a bit.] ...Hey. I can throw that out for you if you want. I mean, she probably ain't comin' back for it now, y'know.
[He listens to the offer with no change in his expression, but then something snaps. Orpheus has had enough. His hand, still holding the thong, whips towards the door.] OUT!
[Pickles looks a little shocked for a second; then he settles on annoyed, rolling his eyes and heading back to where his own clothes were.] Fine. Jeeez. Don't have a fuckin' heart attack, dude.
[Both Pickles and Dr. Orpheus disappear off-screen, but the argument doesn't end there: it just becomes distant and harder to hear, as though the vitriol was coming from the other end of the apartment. About eight minutes later, Pickles’s voice comes closer, choice words like "douche bag" and "fuck" being uttered, and the last thing the NV sees is him slamming his key down on the table before the feed shuts off.]
WHAT is going on here?
Dude, nothin'! [If anyone could believe that someone yelling at Pickles could really be over “nothing,” the proof is in the visuals: a naked blonde tearing through the frame with her clothes while Pickles tries to cover himself up with a towel. Yeah, even he seems to know he doesn't have much to stand on in the innocence department.] ...S' fine. Dude, s' only water--s' not like we were in yer bed or nothin', relax--
It is not only water! It is a beaver habitat! Would you entertain a lady of the night IN FIDO'S BACKYARD HOME?
[A sound escapes his throat, almost like he was going to say something to that, but then...doesn't.] It's a fuckin' pool in yer house! How was I supposed to know beavers lived in there?!
I introduced you to them on your first day here!
...I thought they were stuffed animals. [He was high, okay?]
Stuffed-! [No, there are more important things to be enraged about at the moment.] Where are they now?
How the hell should I know? S' not like I was lookin' for a bunch of beavers to come out when I opened the fuckin' door.
[Orpheus sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. They most likely retreated to the bathroom after the intrusion. He will look for them later.] Well, the damage has been done. [He walks over to the edge of the whirlpool tub and peers inside.] I will have to give the pool a proper cleaning... [His voice trails off as he leans over the side of the tub and reaches for something. That something comes into view when he stands up, holding it pinched between thumb and forefinger and keeping it at a great distance. It is a well-used lady's thong. There are no words, just a look of utter disgust for Pickles.]
[While Pickles stares back at the thong without any noticeable reaction, adjusting his towel a bit.] ...Hey. I can throw that out for you if you want. I mean, she probably ain't comin' back for it now, y'know.
[He listens to the offer with no change in his expression, but then something snaps. Orpheus has had enough. His hand, still holding the thong, whips towards the door.] OUT!
[Pickles looks a little shocked for a second; then he settles on annoyed, rolling his eyes and heading back to where his own clothes were.] Fine. Jeeez. Don't have a fuckin' heart attack, dude.
[Both Pickles and Dr. Orpheus disappear off-screen, but the argument doesn't end there: it just becomes distant and harder to hear, as though the vitriol was coming from the other end of the apartment. About eight minutes later, Pickles’s voice comes closer, choice words like "douche bag" and "fuck" being uttered, and the last thing the NV sees is him slamming his key down on the table before the feed shuts off.]
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and just bursts out laughing.]
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