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thecapitol2014-05-09 09:24 am
silberfuchs) wrote in thecapitol2014-05-09 09:24 am
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[Closed] All we are is entertainment
WHO| Jet, Albert, Jet's parents
WHAT| Albert reacts poorly to his exposé and Jet's dad suffers for it.
WHEN| Immediately after Albert's exposé airs
WHERE| Jet's District 2 suite
WARNINGS| Bilingual swearing, homophobia, talk of death, violence, abuse, thoughts of patricide (patr-in-law-icide?)
The music fades out and some commercial for body wash or something comes on, the cheery colors playing across Albert's utterly unreadable expression. He's silent and stalk still, standing with a rigidity that he hasn't had since he'd been mostly mechanical. It's nearly unnatural; it would be completely if he wasn't practically crushing the remote in one hand.
A moment later and he's thrown the damn thing against the far wall, the abrupt impact popping off the battery casing and landing on the volume button so the common area is suddenly silent. He whirls and retreats into Jet's room, a ball of silent and cold fury.
They made a mockery of him, of his life. Nevermind the implications of how they came by any of the footage, they'd taken the most painful and difficult experiences he'd ever been through, spun them in the most disgustingly vulgar contrivances, and put them on display under the umbrella of entertainment. He had been kidnapped, experimented on, remodeled, killed, tortured, made to do unspeakable things, but this, this is the most violated he's ever felt.
They hadn't even gotten Hilda's name right.
With an explosive shout of German profanity, Albert sends his foot into the wall, drywall cracking and buckling under the sudden strike. The worst part is that those things had happened. Not in the way the narration had said, hardly, but he'd taught children to fight, he'd gotten his fiancee killed, he'd...
Had Jet really turned into a somnua? Was that something that had happened before Mocawa?
Feeling dizzy and sick with rage, Albert leans forward to rest his forehead against his arm on the wall, breathing raggedly. "Himmel, arsch und Zwirn..."
WHAT| Albert reacts poorly to his exposé and Jet's dad suffers for it.
WHEN| Immediately after Albert's exposé airs
WHERE| Jet's District 2 suite
WARNINGS| Bilingual swearing, homophobia, talk of death, violence, abuse, thoughts of patricide (patr-in-law-icide?)
The music fades out and some commercial for body wash or something comes on, the cheery colors playing across Albert's utterly unreadable expression. He's silent and stalk still, standing with a rigidity that he hasn't had since he'd been mostly mechanical. It's nearly unnatural; it would be completely if he wasn't practically crushing the remote in one hand.
A moment later and he's thrown the damn thing against the far wall, the abrupt impact popping off the battery casing and landing on the volume button so the common area is suddenly silent. He whirls and retreats into Jet's room, a ball of silent and cold fury.
They made a mockery of him, of his life. Nevermind the implications of how they came by any of the footage, they'd taken the most painful and difficult experiences he'd ever been through, spun them in the most disgustingly vulgar contrivances, and put them on display under the umbrella of entertainment. He had been kidnapped, experimented on, remodeled, killed, tortured, made to do unspeakable things, but this, this is the most violated he's ever felt.
They hadn't even gotten Hilda's name right.
With an explosive shout of German profanity, Albert sends his foot into the wall, drywall cracking and buckling under the sudden strike. The worst part is that those things had happened. Not in the way the narration had said, hardly, but he'd taught children to fight, he'd gotten his fiancee killed, he'd...
Had Jet really turned into a somnua? Was that something that had happened before Mocawa?
Feeling dizzy and sick with rage, Albert leans forward to rest his forehead against his arm on the wall, breathing raggedly. "Himmel, arsch und Zwirn..."