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sirenspull2012-08-04 09:22 pm
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Fourth Morph - Video - Backdated slightly after sirens
[ Here is Marco again, but unlike his previous post when he was a smirking, shit-eating smartass, this time he's a little different. A little hard, a little rough, but still mostly the same. He's sitting in a chair, the cheap hotel kind. Looks like the boy still hasn't found a steady place to live in regularly, but he doesn't seem to be too bothered by it.
When he speaks, he lacks nearly all the swagger and a hundred times more of his acidic sarcasm. ]
Hello again.
I did had this whole speech about the attacks and all, but at the end of the day, I just don't care. It's too stupid for me to bother.
[ He moves his eyes upward, in a gesture of thoughtfulness. But his face shows nothing but a calm serenity, but it is the false serenity, the kind that brings about a terrible, despairing rage, the kind that only those who experienced it can recognize it for what it is. ]
I just want to say my mom, Eva, died. Some of you might know her as Edriss.
[ Another pause, as though he searched for words. His brows furrowed slightly, his eyes darken. ]
She was murdered by some crazy psycho redhead. I could call her a hot crazy psycho redhead, except she murdered my mom. That killed the sex appeal right there.
I already destroyed the body, since I heard about people becoming Darkness monsters after death.
[ Edriss was bad enough on her own. Marco is certain he can't handle seeing a monstrous version of Mom walking down the streets of Siren's Port after nightfall. ]
I'm going to make a small memorial tomorrow, nearby the Newcomer Tribute. Funny that when she died back home, there wasn't any body to bury her in, so there was only a memorial service and a really lame funeral. But I can always appreciate a good, twisted irony.
Those who know her, come. Those who don't, shove off.
[ With those words, he reached over and turned off the feed, so he can wait and see who has been making friends with a mass-murdering slave master. ]
When he speaks, he lacks nearly all the swagger and a hundred times more of his acidic sarcasm. ]
Hello again.
I did had this whole speech about the attacks and all, but at the end of the day, I just don't care. It's too stupid for me to bother.
[ He moves his eyes upward, in a gesture of thoughtfulness. But his face shows nothing but a calm serenity, but it is the false serenity, the kind that brings about a terrible, despairing rage, the kind that only those who experienced it can recognize it for what it is. ]
I just want to say my mom, Eva, died. Some of you might know her as Edriss.
[ Another pause, as though he searched for words. His brows furrowed slightly, his eyes darken. ]
She was murdered by some crazy psycho redhead. I could call her a hot crazy psycho redhead, except she murdered my mom. That killed the sex appeal right there.
I already destroyed the body, since I heard about people becoming Darkness monsters after death.
[ Edriss was bad enough on her own. Marco is certain he can't handle seeing a monstrous version of Mom walking down the streets of Siren's Port after nightfall. ]
I'm going to make a small memorial tomorrow, nearby the Newcomer Tribute. Funny that when she died back home, there wasn't any body to bury her in, so there was only a memorial service and a really lame funeral. But I can always appreciate a good, twisted irony.
Those who know her, come. Those who don't, shove off.
[ With those words, he reached over and turned off the feed, so he can wait and see who has been making friends with a mass-murdering slave master. ]
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[ Marco is feeling a little merciless tonight. ]
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...I never met her.
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Okay, 'nough with the names. Not who you wanted to hear from, I goddid.
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[ His voice is like a live wire, sharp and wicked. ]
But it's okay, let's give yourself a pat on a back, don't worry, you tried, everybody goes home happy.
[ Except Marco, he's never happy.
Story of his life.
He turns off the feed. He's can't take talking to people anymore. He's done. ]
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