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sirenspull2012-02-08 10:45 pm
paysdelamour) wrote in sirenspull2012-02-08 10:45 pm
014 ⚜ Video ⚜ One year
[Francis appears on the screen, a look of uncharacteristic solemnity plastered all over his face. He looks as if he wants to say something, and after a moment, his hand twitches, as if he wants to simply turn it off. But, he decides against it, and clears his throat.]
Tonight is not what many of you have been expecting, I am sure. Not with this... time... craziness that has been happening, non? This is not what I had expected either. Mais, all for a different reason.
[Francis takes another moment of silence, using the opportunity to whip out a cigarette and lighter from his front pocket as he mulls over what he's going to say. Almost as if he's afraid to say it, as if it will curse him. Soon, he's letting out a lungful of smoke into the air above him, watching it dissipate before it continues, and finally comes out with it.]
Some of you may not remember, or even care, really - mais, Rochelle, Pino, Michael, Franz... one year ago this night, all of you helped me through one of the most terrifying nights of my entire life. [For those of you on the Network that know his secret, this is certainly saying something.]
Doing the math, I suppose this marks one year since I have arrived in Siren's Port.
[He leans forward a little with his elbows on the table, a hand nonchalantly combing through his hair for a moment. It's a gesture that he rarely shows, indicating how foolish he fools. Then, he places the cigarette back between his fingers instead of held between his lips.]
I am not sure why I have told you all this, to be quite honest, mesdames et messieurs. I am not sure what more there is to say. I suppose this is simply what I wanted to say. You may shut it off here, if you wish... I am sorry for bothering everyone with something so trivial.
[He doesn't bother turning off the feed, yet, just watching the smoke twirl off the tip and dance into the air. Because he still has more to say and get off his chest. Anyone who's willing to listen gets another little speech.]
For a man who has lived as long as I have... let it be know that it means something when I say... a lot has happened in a year. I have met many friends. I have a job, which I love. I have a home which I love. I have spent Valentine's, my son's birthday, my birthday, and Christmas here.
Mais, there have been some rather... [He draws his hand in a circle as he tries to come up with the right word.] ... unpleasant times in the Port. I have lost many friends. I have lost a lover. I have lost a comrade, dear to my heart... I think he would refuse to accept anything other than "comrade", were he still here. I still am not allowed into the Underground Mall, not for another three months. I doubt I will fully be accepted, even after that.
But in the end, things have all evened out, oui? I have Matthieu here, my son. It only took him eleven months to arrive, but he is here. I have ma chatonne, Liliane. [Just as he speaks about her, the little eight-month old kitten leaps into his lap, purring. He smiles a bit as he scratches behind his ears with his free hand.] I have my many friends who have supported me in this past year. All of you, I thank you.
... still... I cannot help but wish to see home. Just once, just for one... brief moment... I would like to see Paris again, other than in my dreams. I know I should simply make the most of it, mais... it has been hard, being away from Paris. Away from France. Away from Europe. [He draws another drag from his cigarette, placing it in an ashtray off-camera.] Any of you who have been here as long as I have, or longer... do you perhaps feel the same way?
... well, pardonnez-moi. This has gone on far enough. Bonne nuit, mes amis. [And he quickly cuts off the feed, his face turning somber again in the split second it takes to shut off the feed.]
(( ooc: Anyone who is at the HoA (including Helen, it's movie night remember? :P) is more than welcome to notice that Francis has not really been talking much all day, and has been even more somber than he's been showing on the video. ))
Tonight is not what many of you have been expecting, I am sure. Not with this... time... craziness that has been happening, non? This is not what I had expected either. Mais, all for a different reason.
[Francis takes another moment of silence, using the opportunity to whip out a cigarette and lighter from his front pocket as he mulls over what he's going to say. Almost as if he's afraid to say it, as if it will curse him. Soon, he's letting out a lungful of smoke into the air above him, watching it dissipate before it continues, and finally comes out with it.]
Some of you may not remember, or even care, really - mais, Rochelle, Pino, Michael, Franz... one year ago this night, all of you helped me through one of the most terrifying nights of my entire life. [For those of you on the Network that know his secret, this is certainly saying something.]
Doing the math, I suppose this marks one year since I have arrived in Siren's Port.
[He leans forward a little with his elbows on the table, a hand nonchalantly combing through his hair for a moment. It's a gesture that he rarely shows, indicating how foolish he fools. Then, he places the cigarette back between his fingers instead of held between his lips.]
I am not sure why I have told you all this, to be quite honest, mesdames et messieurs. I am not sure what more there is to say. I suppose this is simply what I wanted to say. You may shut it off here, if you wish... I am sorry for bothering everyone with something so trivial.
[He doesn't bother turning off the feed, yet, just watching the smoke twirl off the tip and dance into the air. Because he still has more to say and get off his chest. Anyone who's willing to listen gets another little speech.]
For a man who has lived as long as I have... let it be know that it means something when I say... a lot has happened in a year. I have met many friends. I have a job, which I love. I have a home which I love. I have spent Valentine's, my son's birthday, my birthday, and Christmas here.
Mais, there have been some rather... [He draws his hand in a circle as he tries to come up with the right word.] ... unpleasant times in the Port. I have lost many friends. I have lost a lover. I have lost a comrade, dear to my heart... I think he would refuse to accept anything other than "comrade", were he still here. I still am not allowed into the Underground Mall, not for another three months. I doubt I will fully be accepted, even after that.
But in the end, things have all evened out, oui? I have Matthieu here, my son. It only took him eleven months to arrive, but he is here. I have ma chatonne, Liliane. [Just as he speaks about her, the little eight-month old kitten leaps into his lap, purring. He smiles a bit as he scratches behind his ears with his free hand.] I have my many friends who have supported me in this past year. All of you, I thank you.
... still... I cannot help but wish to see home. Just once, just for one... brief moment... I would like to see Paris again, other than in my dreams. I know I should simply make the most of it, mais... it has been hard, being away from Paris. Away from France. Away from Europe. [He draws another drag from his cigarette, placing it in an ashtray off-camera.] Any of you who have been here as long as I have, or longer... do you perhaps feel the same way?
... well, pardonnez-moi. This has gone on far enough. Bonne nuit, mes amis. [And he quickly cuts off the feed, his face turning somber again in the split second it takes to shut off the feed.]
(( ooc: Anyone who is at the HoA (including Helen, it's movie night remember? :P) is more than welcome to notice that Francis has not really been talking much all day, and has been even more somber than he's been showing on the video. ))