life is hard and then you die
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Post by Comic on Aug 5, 2016 8:42:08 GMT
further comfort and reassurance in unspoken answers and questions as thalia occupies the area of futon beside her. its enough of a wave of positive reinforcement that she can deal with the subject matter on the television. marisa has no love for reality television,
so this will do. thalia isn't the only one to pick out the hero-celebrity on screen; though, for comic, its more a matter of knowing about the spotlight heroes than a personal issue. she wonders briefly if molotov is aware of the fact that her show also plays in the alliance headquarters, and makes her somewhat loved by some of the alliance elite.
marisa tilts her head at the screen after thalia's comments before turning slightly to her. "can't write dialogue that bad," she comments, waiting for one of the family members to finish shouting before speaking up. "... wouldn't they script you, too?" VALKYRIE
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Post by VALKYRIE on Aug 5, 2016 8:57:07 GMT
She leans back on her elbows and forces her body, muscle by muscle, to un-tense and relax. It's a process that takes considerable work, and she lets the inanity of the television show sweep over her, lets Marisa's voice go straight to her head like whiskey. It takes a moment for her to respond through the haze in her head, and she's not sure how much sense she makes when she does.
"I think they wish they had," she says. "Someone who I think was her agent yelled at me one time. I don't know what for." She lets her head tilt back, hair spilling over her shoulders and back, pooling on the futon in a silky puddle. It needs a trim. She's let it grow too long, but she's been busy. She's always been busy, but this, lately--life is stupidly absurd. She's grateful for this moment, small as it is, precious as it is.
Comic
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life is hard and then you die
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Post by Comic on Aug 5, 2016 9:18:35 GMT
thalia's movement catches her eye and tugs at her attention, and so marisa takes in the one woman waterfall before her, and inadverdently stares. she doesn't bother pulling away from this, tonight, and her eyes follow the hair up the back, up the shoulders, up the neck.
"reality tv seems silly," she comments, then smiles a bit, "but i feel like the script would be sillier. think they have, like, stage cues?" how much of reality tv was reality and how much of it was acting was something she wondered about. of course, marisa was busy tracing thalia's jawline with her eyes, also, but it still didn't stop her from entertaining thoughts of molotov and other heroes being forced to dance in front of the whims of camera men.
she briefly wondered if her neighbor, that danny fellow, was ever on this show. as pathetic as he was in her eyes, the glim libberick fellow technically was a registered hero. she also briefly wondered how thalia managed to deal with all that hair. VALKYRIE
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