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I've Just Seen A Face; RP #2
Topic Started: Sep 25 2010, 03:32 AM (236 Views)
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Friday, September 24th, 2010

The warm and plainly decorated kitchen of Vic Connor's modest apartment. Something about it just reeks of elderly couple, but the area is quiet and uneventful; just what Vic likes. He's sitting at his table now, a newspaper haphazardly folded in front of him.

“You know, a couple of weeks ago, I was sitting in this very same chair, thinking about some shit I saw back when I was stationed in Iraq.”

Vic, now staring at the pale orange wall in front of him, speaks in a hushed tone. He scratches his beard...

“I was on a patrol...hadn't seen action in months; something about my health. Instead of me, they would ship out these youngsters; they were inexperienced, naïve, and completely unprepared. Some were so insecure they'd jump out of their skin at the sight of their own shadow. Others were so full of themselves they were convinced nothing could touch them. Most of them didn't make it home, through some freak accident, ran ambush planned by some radical terrorists. Either way, as far as we know; they died heroes.”

Vic reaches into his pocket and lights himself a cigarette...

“I stopped smoking years ago.”

Vic laughs to himself as he takes a drag and eases himself further into his chair.

“So, imagine the feeling of anxiousness I had that day. After being shelved in some shitty camp, teaching the rooks how to handle a grenade, I was going to get back in the swing of things. Routine patrol or not, I was completely determined and ready for everything and anything that could possibly happen. I stepped out into the streets I'd missed, as fucked up as that sounds, and the first thing I see...the FIRST thing I have to hear after being away from everything for so long, was that there was some idiot motherfucker having sex with a chicken.”

Vic shakes his head in disbelief.

“Can you believe that? It damn near traumatized me. And he wasn't just experimenting, he looked like he was taking that chicken to places it'd never been before, and on top of that, he looked like he knew exactly what the fuck he was doing. I think he might have smiled at me as I passed him. And you know what; that's not even the funny part. The funny part is how I've made it relative to all of this...”

Vic returns to his proper sitting position, and leans over the table, concentrating intently on what he is going to say next.

“You see, this entire company, is the chicken. Miniscule, helpless, and getting torn to shreds. And who's it getting torn to shreds by, you're wondering? None other than motherfucking Troy Turner, the man who has dick shoved so far up all of your asses you're going numb from the pain. Everybody knows this, and yet, almost nobody has bothered to REALLY do anything about. That's where you come in, Big Phil.”

Vic, now growing visibly frustrated, crassly shoves his cigarette into the ashtray.

“Big Daddy US Soldier, the knight in shining armor, ready to rid the world of Troy Turner's evil and wrongdoings.”

Vic utters these words with pure mockery, smoke blowing freely from his mouth and nostrils.

"I can sympathize with you, I really can. I'm in no way an advocate for Troy Turner and his actions; he's simply a means to be a much bigger end. I've got my reasons for doing what I'm doing, and I'm sure you have yours, muddled and convoluted as they may be.”

“This is a dog eat dog world, Phil. I'm sure you're well aware of that, but I don't think you want to accept it. You want to keep fighting, you want a level playing field. My question is; why? Why do you care? Hell, if some unstoppable being was burning a city to the ground, I'd let him. I'd let him do whatever he pleased as long as it didn't affect me, and when he finished, I'd help him rebuild it. But Troy did do something to affect you, didn't he Phil?”

Vic turns himself around, and stares straight into the camera.

“It's been argued that Hannibal Caine isn't apart of your grand scheme, but come on, that most have set off some kind of emotional spark. Caine was a respected co-worker, a decent man, and most of all, a friend. It must have been difficult to process what had happened; a man cut down during his gloriously unnecessary goodbye from a career that consisted of absolutely nothing, besides maybe bleeding a lot. It made you angry, and you desperately needed something to take it out on. And what better a target than the man responsible for it? It was useless though. Utterly fucking useless. Hannibal Caine had a gun to his head for a long, long time; Troy Turner just had enough balls to pull the trigger.”

Vic looks at his hands, and then back up to the camera again.

“By now, you're more than likely wondering; what does Vic Connor have to do with all of this? Why would he stick his nose where it doesn't belong? Simply put; I'm Troy Turner's friend. I'm Generic Terrorist #1 coming at you with a bomb strapped to his chest, and I know you're ready for what's about to happen. I wouldn't expect anything less of you. See you on Sunday."

Vic gets up from the table and exits our field of view. Fade to black.
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