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badfic_manor2011-01-17 11:54 am
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{Tenth Robbery} Revelation [Video]
[The video feed turns on to reveal a very thoughtful looking John with several stacks of money and a notebook on his desk in the background. He leans back in his seat and gives a smirk with his fingertips pressed together.]
One by one people're leavin'. The butler's gone, an' don't think I didn't notice that. Th' li'l girl with blonde curls, she's gone an' my li'l brother Natsuo. He's gone. Now, ya gotta ask yerself, what's yer purpose in this chaotic place? Is it th' same as back home or did people adapt an' move on?
What about home? What about those people ya left behind? Are they forgotten? Now rumor has it that time freezes when we leave our worlds. I dunno if tha's true 'r not but there's some of us that don't wanna test that theory out. I'm one of 'em. I leave here, and as some of you already know, I'm dead. Simple as that.
[Leaning forward on the chair, the leather creaking from the shift.]
Now, ya gotta ask yerself, what's the one thing tha' keeps th' peace? I know what that answer is an' it's been on my mind since I came here. Answer that question, an' I'll give you a reason t' like me or hate me. There's no in between.
[John pauses for a moment before he continues. Something seems a bit rehearsed through the entire speech and those that know John knows he's a man of few words.]
Ya know, I got t' thinking about my home. About th' things I miss an' th' things I hated most. What struck me out most, yeah I robbed banks. That's common knowledge. Am I braggin' about it? I guess it's a matter of perspective. One thing I can say is that I'm American an' I believe in a democracy. We don't got that here. An' since no one's got the balls t' stand up....I will.
I challenge any man or woman t' stand up an' cast their name in a ballot for an election as leader. As I heard, that didn't happen before an' that was wrong. I challange th' Author to stop me. I challenge anyone tha' says otherwise t' present their claims an' ideas t' prove me wrong.
I. Dare. You.
[And the feed goes black.]
One by one people're leavin'. The butler's gone, an' don't think I didn't notice that. Th' li'l girl with blonde curls, she's gone an' my li'l brother Natsuo. He's gone. Now, ya gotta ask yerself, what's yer purpose in this chaotic place? Is it th' same as back home or did people adapt an' move on?
What about home? What about those people ya left behind? Are they forgotten? Now rumor has it that time freezes when we leave our worlds. I dunno if tha's true 'r not but there's some of us that don't wanna test that theory out. I'm one of 'em. I leave here, and as some of you already know, I'm dead. Simple as that.
[Leaning forward on the chair, the leather creaking from the shift.]
Now, ya gotta ask yerself, what's the one thing tha' keeps th' peace? I know what that answer is an' it's been on my mind since I came here. Answer that question, an' I'll give you a reason t' like me or hate me. There's no in between.
[John pauses for a moment before he continues. Something seems a bit rehearsed through the entire speech and those that know John knows he's a man of few words.]
Ya know, I got t' thinking about my home. About th' things I miss an' th' things I hated most. What struck me out most, yeah I robbed banks. That's common knowledge. Am I braggin' about it? I guess it's a matter of perspective. One thing I can say is that I'm American an' I believe in a democracy. We don't got that here. An' since no one's got the balls t' stand up....I will.
I challenge any man or woman t' stand up an' cast their name in a ballot for an election as leader. As I heard, that didn't happen before an' that was wrong. I challange th' Author to stop me. I challenge anyone tha' says otherwise t' present their claims an' ideas t' prove me wrong.
I. Dare. You.
[And the feed goes black.]
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Best I know about people goin' home- sometimes they come back, but their memories wiped or altered. Check the blonde girl, Misa, she left and she's back. This place took my niece away from me and my girlfriend's kid, so it just makes no damned sense.
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I heard about that Misa girl. She's only been gone a couple'a days but nothing too out'a order. Then again, I never talked to her neither. How ya been?
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I didn't either, but its still not to comfortin'. You're here one day, next you're back and you don't remember jack shit. [He waves a hand at the thought.] Good as I can be? My girlfriend is just losin' her shit, so I'm tryin' to keep that from happenin' while makin' a welcomin' packet for this place. So I'm tired, bout it.
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[A momentary pause.] [Private]
Oh yeah, the welcome pack. Never got one of them. Not that it's yer fault. Noticed that some people 'round here only stick t' their own. Which is why I ain't too keen on the Kiddie Brigade.
Been checkin' out that kid...Shinichi an' only saw him out once. Ain't talkin' t' him now. I've been watchin' th' li'l brat Conan too. Somethin' seems off. Like...he's not tellin' th' entire truth. The thinking process both have are very similar an' sorry t' say this but trainin' no matter how good still makes individuals. That kid is a drone.
[Private]
[That just earns a sigh from Eddie.] I've been tryin' to get to everyone, but fuck, I'm one guy and the people who are supposed to be helpin' are doing jack shit. So I can't begrudge you for not likin' the 'kidie brigade' any. I know one of the detectives pointed a fuckin' flame thrower at my girlfriend, so I'm not exactly happy with them myself.
I keep away from them, usually I'm all for helpin', but so far they've done little to actually make this place any better beyond collect information when we get an influx of new people and horde it to themselves.
[Private]
[The thought of the kiddie brigade hording information really gives him a sour face.]
Figures. Listen, ya ain't gotta put up with that. When push comes ta shove, ya do what'cha gotta do. An' really, it's all about who's on top of th' game. They ain't alphas. They only think they are. True alphas never advertise an' never brag. They don't have to.