Victor "Goddamn" Sullivan (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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thisavrou2016-10-23 12:04 pm
oldforthis) wrote in thisavrou2016-10-23 12:04 pm
001 Video
[The video opens to a view of hand poking unceremoniously and sporadically at the screen.]
Oh what the hell--this thing on?
[A little shake of the wrist before the user apparently realizes that yes, it is indeed on, and it abruptly stops to reveal one perplexed Victor Sullivan.]
Jesus Christ. [He sighs both out of frustration and a little relief, bringing his arm up a little closer to his face.] All right, look. I've been around a long time, seen a helluva lot of crazy things, but if you had told me I'd be alive long enough to see space, I would have told you you were losing your goddamn mind.
[He pauses, taking the time to reach into his breast pocket and pull out a cigar from a small cigar case. He puts it in between his teeth as he puts the case away again, his free hand rummaging through his pockets in search of something else.]
Don't get me wrong, this is all real flattering, but it doesn't take a goddamn genius to know that something hinky's going on around here. I mean what the hell kind of place is this that they take your shoes after kidnapping you? So, if anyone's got some real information, I think I'm well overdue for a good explanation. Name's Victor Sullivan by the way.
[He fumbles through his pockets a little more frantically before exasperatedly taking his cigar out of his mouth.]
Ah, shit--anyone on this ship got a cigar cutter around here? Or a goddamn knife?
Oh what the hell--this thing on?
[A little shake of the wrist before the user apparently realizes that yes, it is indeed on, and it abruptly stops to reveal one perplexed Victor Sullivan.]
Jesus Christ. [He sighs both out of frustration and a little relief, bringing his arm up a little closer to his face.] All right, look. I've been around a long time, seen a helluva lot of crazy things, but if you had told me I'd be alive long enough to see space, I would have told you you were losing your goddamn mind.
[He pauses, taking the time to reach into his breast pocket and pull out a cigar from a small cigar case. He puts it in between his teeth as he puts the case away again, his free hand rummaging through his pockets in search of something else.]
Don't get me wrong, this is all real flattering, but it doesn't take a goddamn genius to know that something hinky's going on around here. I mean what the hell kind of place is this that they take your shoes after kidnapping you? So, if anyone's got some real information, I think I'm well overdue for a good explanation. Name's Victor Sullivan by the way.
[He fumbles through his pockets a little more frantically before exasperatedly taking his cigar out of his mouth.]
Ah, shit--anyone on this ship got a cigar cutter around here? Or a goddamn knife?