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sirenspull2012-07-11 10:39 am
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Third Morph - Video - Backdated two hours before the morning sirens
[ It is too damn early for a post. This young kid, maybe fourteen, fifteen years of age, is looking at NV like Jon Stewart does when doing a show: self-deprecating and a wit clearly evident. Like most kids his age, he doesn't look a bit tired at all, the ass. No, seriously, he is giving you the most shit-eating grin you ever lay eyes on.
He's in a room that the most seasoned traveler can recognize as a flea-bitten motel. Of course, he isn't actually living there, his real hotel room is somewhere else. No, he just snuck in and stole a room for a minute. He sits down on the rickety table. ]
Hi, guys. You know, I've been thinking. I've been thinking a lot, actually. About what has happened to us Newcomers in the past, what, week? Two weeks? That guy, what's his face, the one with the accent all British or Scottish or whatever. I forget his name. Anyway, he said something around the likes of "understanding you aren't free." Wise words, and it's the kind that Keanu Reeves get the sunglasses on and dodge bullets in slo-mo.
[ Oh yeah, Marco's been quick on catching up his pop culture from the past decade and he fucking loves it.
He reaches over and grabs a can of Pepsi, his breakfast of the day. The familiar hiss and click of the can opening is very loud at the silence Marco is making, his face a little closed off, thoughtful. ]
Some of you people have been here for a year, maybe two or three. That hunt wasn't the first hunt to be started. We get to be blamed for natural disasters for and we are still running around with our heads cut off. We got superheroes and aliens and gods and dragons and we haven't done a civil rights parade or anything? Man, Martin Luther King Jr will be super disappointed. Che Guevara would have think of us as lost causes.
Mr. UK is right. I'm starting to think we don't even think ourselves as equal in the first place, and these natives know it. Except in maybe in soccer, if that's what that guy is actually serious of making those neutral games.
[ Another pause. Then: Kanyeshrug! ]
Oh well. We'll just wait for the next awful thing to happen and we'll bitch about it. That always works. And I am really good at complaining. It's my day job and one day, I will actually be paid for it. Or maybe I'll be paid for simply being good looking. That's definitely a possibility.
[ He takes a sip out of the Pepsi. ]
Oh, and to anyone who just arrived: Welcome to Canada. Watch out for the moose people. They tend to get a little hysterical and blame you for the sour milk. …and speaking of which, why are the milk in bags? If that's not a walk-in boob joke, then I don't know what is.
He's in a room that the most seasoned traveler can recognize as a flea-bitten motel. Of course, he isn't actually living there, his real hotel room is somewhere else. No, he just snuck in and stole a room for a minute. He sits down on the rickety table. ]
Hi, guys. You know, I've been thinking. I've been thinking a lot, actually. About what has happened to us Newcomers in the past, what, week? Two weeks? That guy, what's his face, the one with the accent all British or Scottish or whatever. I forget his name. Anyway, he said something around the likes of "understanding you aren't free." Wise words, and it's the kind that Keanu Reeves get the sunglasses on and dodge bullets in slo-mo.
[ Oh yeah, Marco's been quick on catching up his pop culture from the past decade and he fucking loves it.
He reaches over and grabs a can of Pepsi, his breakfast of the day. The familiar hiss and click of the can opening is very loud at the silence Marco is making, his face a little closed off, thoughtful. ]
Some of you people have been here for a year, maybe two or three. That hunt wasn't the first hunt to be started. We get to be blamed for natural disasters for and we are still running around with our heads cut off. We got superheroes and aliens and gods and dragons and we haven't done a civil rights parade or anything? Man, Martin Luther King Jr will be super disappointed. Che Guevara would have think of us as lost causes.
Mr. UK is right. I'm starting to think we don't even think ourselves as equal in the first place, and these natives know it. Except in maybe in soccer, if that's what that guy is actually serious of making those neutral games.
[ Another pause. Then: Kanyeshrug! ]
Oh well. We'll just wait for the next awful thing to happen and we'll bitch about it. That always works. And I am really good at complaining. It's my day job and one day, I will actually be paid for it. Or maybe I'll be paid for simply being good looking. That's definitely a possibility.
[ He takes a sip out of the Pepsi. ]
Oh, and to anyone who just arrived: Welcome to Canada. Watch out for the moose people. They tend to get a little hysterical and blame you for the sour milk. …and speaking of which, why are the milk in bags? If that's not a walk-in boob joke, then I don't know what is.
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We are going to wear actual costumes?
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[If he could, he'd raise an eyebrow.] Costumes are required.
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[ It was the first emotional outburst Marco has ever made. It even included dramatic arm waving. ]
You have no idea how many times I told the others when we were about fighting the Yeerks. We are literally superheroes, costumes are a basic necessity!
[ Getting back a little bit of his swagger, he crosses his arms. ]
So first thing you should know I can't morph clothes or shoes. It's gotta be skin tight. If you help me find something that's can cover my head, that will be fantastic.
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