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hadriel2017-06-24 03:51 pm
telephoning) wrote in hadriel2017-06-24 03:51 pm
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#1 | Video | Forward-Dated to the 26th
[Sssssomeone is leaning a bit too close into the video feed that's just flicked on!
It's not Zoe. It's a man, though the resemblance is more than null, at least - scruffy, same huge, sunken blue eyes, wide over the kid-on-Christmas-morning smile ticking up ever more on his face as he holds the phone up 'n away a little bit, turns it horizontally, vertically, horizontally with two hands...
He snickers to himself, licking the inside of his cheek and bringing the phone down to a reasonable-ish position.
A high-pitched stage whisper.]
Hey!
[He gives the camera a poke and tap. Volume up a couple notches with a singsong and a side-to-side wave:]
Are we live?!
Damn it, Lucas, gimme that back...
Hee hee -- ! [Quick look over to Zoe offscreen!] Will when I'm done borrowin' it, just gimme a minute or two!
[There's Zoe's... side, as she comes up behind him, reaches in and over to catch 'im by surprise and yank it out of his hand, but...]
Mmmmwoop!
[There he goes, and there the video feed goes. It ain't aimed anymore; it'll be everywhere, up, down, waved.]
No, ya don't!
[And Zoe blows out a sigh and raggedly, wearily calls:] Daddy?!
Mama! Mama, look look look look! I can hold shit now, ha ha -- !
Zoe? Lucas, what's going on --
[Sharp:] He got my phone.
Ahhh, dear... [Binding exasperation.] -- Honey, would you please give your sister some rest now...?!
That's enough.
[And wope.
With the clamp of a hand around a wrist, the video feed fixes stable again. Aimed up at another fellow, a big guy in his fifties. He looks down at the phone. Swipes it up with his free hand, palm mostly-covering the camera, and passes it over to Zoe.
She mutters "thanks, Daddy", turns her back right on the scene of the two men startin' into an argument - "Don't you steal from your sister again." "She's gonna have to share for a while."]
That or I'm gonna have to nail this down...
[And with a lift, there Zoe herself is onscreen.
Looking like a woman who hasn't had anywhere near enough sleep for this.
She can't even fake a smile for the moment, or look into the camera; eyes are off to the side, listening to her parents and brother talk. About the revelation that kicked the little spat off, actually, trying to process the development.]
Sorry you all had to see that. [Tacking on an... obligatory explanatory note.] My... family, can be a handful.
[Not as bad as it could be. Alas.]
It's not Zoe. It's a man, though the resemblance is more than null, at least - scruffy, same huge, sunken blue eyes, wide over the kid-on-Christmas-morning smile ticking up ever more on his face as he holds the phone up 'n away a little bit, turns it horizontally, vertically, horizontally with two hands...
He snickers to himself, licking the inside of his cheek and bringing the phone down to a reasonable-ish position.
A high-pitched stage whisper.]
Hey!
[He gives the camera a poke and tap. Volume up a couple notches with a singsong and a side-to-side wave:]
Are we live?!
Damn it, Lucas, gimme that back...
Hee hee -- ! [Quick look over to Zoe offscreen!] Will when I'm done borrowin' it, just gimme a minute or two!
[There's Zoe's... side, as she comes up behind him, reaches in and over to catch 'im by surprise and yank it out of his hand, but...]
Mmmmwoop!
[There he goes, and there the video feed goes. It ain't aimed anymore; it'll be everywhere, up, down, waved.]
No, ya don't!
[And Zoe blows out a sigh and raggedly, wearily calls:] Daddy?!
Mama! Mama, look look look look! I can hold shit now, ha ha -- !
Zoe? Lucas, what's going on --
[Sharp:] He got my phone.
Ahhh, dear... [Binding exasperation.] -- Honey, would you please give your sister some rest now...?!
That's enough.
[And wope.
With the clamp of a hand around a wrist, the video feed fixes stable again. Aimed up at another fellow, a big guy in his fifties. He looks down at the phone. Swipes it up with his free hand, palm mostly-covering the camera, and passes it over to Zoe.
She mutters "thanks, Daddy", turns her back right on the scene of the two men startin' into an argument - "Don't you steal from your sister again." "She's gonna have to share for a while."]
That or I'm gonna have to nail this down...
[And with a lift, there Zoe herself is onscreen.
Looking like a woman who hasn't had anywhere near enough sleep for this.
She can't even fake a smile for the moment, or look into the camera; eyes are off to the side, listening to her parents and brother talk. About the revelation that kicked the little spat off, actually, trying to process the development.]
Sorry you all had to see that. [Tacking on an... obligatory explanatory note.] My... family, can be a handful.
[Not as bad as it could be. Alas.]
video
I tried. Was kind of boring a lot of the time. I didn't have a lot of friends. We moved around. I spent a lot of time taking piano lessons. Hardly exciting.
[Sure came in handy, though.]
video
[Not without a kind-of-sorry look in her eyes and trace of wry, tone-crackling humor at... herself, mostly. Thinking back on it, she would have looked back at growing up with a sibling with a distant fondness if it weren't for...
Well. How he'd turned out.]
Re: video
[She hopes that Zoe is at least getting some joy out of seeing them again.]