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thisavrou2017-03-11 06:03 pm
tearmeanewone) wrote in thisavrou2017-03-11 06:03 pm
[Video]
[A]
So, listen--
[Anybody who pays attention to any of Elizabeth's network activity probably notices something odd about this: it's a video. She uses audio only almost as a rule. But maybe she's not really thinking. It sure looks like she's not up for much deep thinking, if the unfocused way she keeps looking around the bar she's in is any indication. There's a glass in front of her, but who knows how much she's actually had.]
Who here... knows a thing or two 'bout 'attachment'? Because God, I could talk about it for days. About how great it is at first, but then in the end, it utterly destroys whoever it manages to get in its steely little claws. [This is accompanied by a very appropriate 'claw gesture' with all nine and a half of her fingers.]
Because the only thing that's ever constant... [She has an amused little laugh at the word, like it's a private joke.] ...is change? Who wrote that... Hey! [She snaps her fingers over at someone behind her.] Who wrote 'the only change is--' No, 'the only constant is change'? Who wrote that when you're from? ...ah nevermind, you probably couldn't read your own name. [She turns back to the camera, disgruntled noises coming from the insulted party. But Elizabeth doesn't seem concerned.]
What I'm saying is-- nobody warned me, so now... [She points into the camera.] I'm warning you. You start liking somebody, start thinking you have a home someplace, and someday, somehow--
[The camera jerks as Elizabeth takes a punch to her temple. Somebody didn't like being called an idiot by someone half their size. Something close to the camera glows blue and then Elizabeth's got a beer bottle in her hand and she's screaming bloody murder. The feed swings wildly with her hand and cuts out with the sound of breaking glass.]
[B]
[An indeterminate amount of time later...]
[Elizabeth is back at her apartment with a split lip and a bruise under her eye, but she hardly looks embarrassed.]
I meant what I said. Nobody warns you until you're in pain. Consider yourself warned.
[She looks like she could say more, but apparently decides it would just be a rehash. So she turns the feed off.]
((OOC: Feel free to action-ify the first prompt, bar brawl for all. Otherwise Elizabeth will reply to any immediate reactions/messages/jeering the next day!))
So, listen--
[Anybody who pays attention to any of Elizabeth's network activity probably notices something odd about this: it's a video. She uses audio only almost as a rule. But maybe she's not really thinking. It sure looks like she's not up for much deep thinking, if the unfocused way she keeps looking around the bar she's in is any indication. There's a glass in front of her, but who knows how much she's actually had.]
Who here... knows a thing or two 'bout 'attachment'? Because God, I could talk about it for days. About how great it is at first, but then in the end, it utterly destroys whoever it manages to get in its steely little claws. [This is accompanied by a very appropriate 'claw gesture' with all nine and a half of her fingers.]
Because the only thing that's ever constant... [She has an amused little laugh at the word, like it's a private joke.] ...is change? Who wrote that... Hey! [She snaps her fingers over at someone behind her.] Who wrote 'the only change is--' No, 'the only constant is change'? Who wrote that when you're from? ...ah nevermind, you probably couldn't read your own name. [She turns back to the camera, disgruntled noises coming from the insulted party. But Elizabeth doesn't seem concerned.]
What I'm saying is-- nobody warned me, so now... [She points into the camera.] I'm warning you. You start liking somebody, start thinking you have a home someplace, and someday, somehow--
[The camera jerks as Elizabeth takes a punch to her temple. Somebody didn't like being called an idiot by someone half their size. Something close to the camera glows blue and then Elizabeth's got a beer bottle in her hand and she's screaming bloody murder. The feed swings wildly with her hand and cuts out with the sound of breaking glass.]
[B]
[An indeterminate amount of time later...]
[Elizabeth is back at her apartment with a split lip and a bruise under her eye, but she hardly looks embarrassed.]
I meant what I said. Nobody warns you until you're in pain. Consider yourself warned.
[She looks like she could say more, but apparently decides it would just be a rehash. So she turns the feed off.]
((OOC: Feel free to action-ify the first prompt, bar brawl for all. Otherwise Elizabeth will reply to any immediate reactions/messages/jeering the next day!))
video;
Unfortunately I don't think there's much to be done for my face. At least I didn't split my lip enough to need a stitch.
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I'm assuming the pain you meant earlier isn't the physical kind.
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[Elizabeth's expression goes a little more neutral.]
Glad that was clear.
video;
The first lesson in not forming attachments is always the hardest.
video;
Try the third. Just can't learn, can I?
video;
Is being alone an unbearable state of mind for you?
video;
From the age of about two years old until I was twenty, I didn't see or speak to another person. Period. No one at all, ever. And after I escaped, naturally it seemed like being outside of captivity was a better thing than being held in a tower.
This wouldn't be nearly as difficult if I'd continued to not know what it was like to have conversations, or friends, or what it's like to live in a place you don't resent. But I can't say I'm worse off now-- or better off either. I'm just... here.
video;
the use of words is curious, and Graves pays special attention to a particular line. ]
Do you still think it's better? Being outside instead of inside. [ Because sometimes fucked up things happen. Sometimes people can surprise you. ]
video;
...Maybe if I was inside again, but I still had the option to leave, that wouldn't be so terrible. But it's better being here than where I was before-- that's an easy enough comparison.
It's better to know everything you've ever been told and given was a lie, isn't it? Instead of just continuing on in ignorance? No matter how painful the reality is.
video;
[ Graves has seen quite a few things in his time -- strange and terrible and wonderful and bittersweet; but sometimes things can still surprise him. ]
Who locked you in your tower?
video;
[She laughs, short and sardonic.] Short answer: a man who wanted me to be his daughter. He harassed and badgered my actual, twenty-two year old father until he just gave me to him.
But, you know, his wife wasn't too happy when her husband suddenly appeared with a baby-- "Pretend it's yours, we have a child now so what does it matter where she's from?" ...no she didn't like me at all.
[So Lady Comstock was conveniently murdered, but Elizabeth was never let out of her tower until she forced her way out.]
I suppose after she died, he figured it was easier to control what I learned and how I saw the world if he just... controlled everything I knew and saw every day. Convenient, right? Groom your own heir.