hadriel | Dirty Laundry [video]

[Seel's at the speakeasy, a glass of something very alcohol next to him, having run out of booze at home. It's obvious he's been there for a while as the mound of ash and spent cigarette butts is piled high. There's nothing quite like having to kill your best friend to really hammer home just how much your life sucks. This time at least, Seel's spreading the wealth. Be thankful he doesn't have dirt on the rest of you.

His words aren't exactly properly enunciated after that much alcohol, but at least cloud of smoke around him was dissipating into the rest of the speakeasy.]

I hear Pell's been here a while. You all probably think of him as a nice, upstanding member of your delinquent little society you've built here. I'm here to set the record straight. Nice people don't knock up their one night stands and then try to hide and pay off their dirty little secret. Your marriage is the most disgusting affront I've ever seen and your consort is a manipulative, conniving bitch. Cause that's what happens when you knock up gold digging rock stars. You marry them and they make your life hell and glue diamonds to their nails.

And then to top it all off you invite Cal to become Tigron with you? That's right, ladies and gentlemen. Pell's King of the World. And apparently Calanthe too--because all you need to do to get promoted is to become a lunatic, and a murderer. That's exactly who I would want to be in charge of things.

Oh, and Pell? While he thought you were dead, your beloved was knocking boots with Terzian. You know, the stone hard killer who liked to eat people and collected vats of blood? Their child looks exactly like him.

The rest of you? Pell has a fetish for blondes. Anyone thinking about bleaching their hair? Don't.

Anyone have any more cigarettes?

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Half way right. I failed math. I failed everything actually, I dropped out when I was thirteen.

Hollywood.

[Seel scoffs.] I can't remember when I last saw a movie. Probably before I dropped out. Fourty-five years ago.

Yeah, well, you haven't missed much. America's pretty much churning out all the same ol' junk. Which I guess is good or bad depending on how you look at it.

I guess this means the gods run the school? Rage is the PE teacher, Delight is that one teacher that lets everyone watch movies during class, and Sorrow is that one that everyone thinks is sooo dreamy.

Great. That sounds thrilling. I didn't intend to repeat high school when I got here.

[And what do you know? That's what he's been doing!]

Is Sorrow really that good looking?

[Prussia wrinkles his nose and waves off the whole idea.]

I mean, not too long ago someone had a poll about what god people thought was the hottest or the most doable or whatever, and I think he was winning.

That's what occupies peoples attention here?

I've been sucked out of my home into a society of idiots.

That really shouldn't surprise you. It seems that no matter what world or time or universe, people are always the same! I'm surprised we don't have a god of vanity yet.

[He says this like Rose didn't twist his arm into casting a vote.]

[Despite his drunkenness, Seel regarded Prussia.]

Vanity is a cultural concept. There's nothing inherently wrong with acknowledging beauty. I'd say it's more wrong to deny it exists or label it as vanity and shallowness.

W-Well, I'm not concerned with that kinda stuff anyway. I'm not denying it, I'm just not involved.

[He's lying. He's lying so hard.]

You were the one who brought up how 'dreamy' Sorrow is. And now you're saying you're not concerned with that?

Don't bullshit me. I'm drunk, not stupid.

[He sputters angrily at that for a moment.]

I was being facetious! That's the word, right? It was everyone else that voted for him, not me.

Uh huh. Sure you were. People who were being facetious--that is the correct word by the way-- don't usually respond with such anger and irritation.

I'm not angry! I just don't like--

[Wait, why was he yelling anyway? Oh right. Manly man covering up feelings. Right.

He clears his throat and folds his arms.]

It doesn't matter. What's important is--

[He stops there, looking confused, because he's forgotten what they were originally talking about.]

[Seel arched an eyebrow at him. Wasn't he the drunk one? Why was this guy screaming?]

Why don't you figure it out, and call me back when I'm more sober.

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