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?
TYTY
Hey there, Sully.
[ He almost beat her to the punch where hugging was concerned. Seeing him open his arms, she'd begun to do the same, ready for it. He stops and Elena only pauses briefly before laughing warmly and stepping forward to initiate the hug, giving him a big, firm one. ]
Yes! Of course. And if they didn't, I'm more than willing to ignore that rule right now.
[ The lingering smell of cigars, aftershave— it's good to have an extra bit of home with them again, familiarity. ]
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I almost felt like I was seeing some kind of mirage when I opened this door. Good to know I'm not just hallucinating here.
[He gives her shoulders a final squeeze before slowly pulling away and stepping aside so she can get in.]
Come on in. Just got here a few minutes ago so I haven't had time to settle in yet. How long ago did you get here?
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[ Inside she goes, smiling. She takes a look around his room, Moro deck looking like it's got a much different taste in decor than what her deck has. ]
I think it's been almost half a year? It's been a while.