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☣1: ALEX WHAT THE FUCK!!!! (Video)

[The camera comes on, and a very PISSED OFF face comes onto the screen. Blonde hair barely distracting away from striking green eyes which seem to pierce through you like a bullet.]

[He opens his mouth, and I sure hope your device's volume is down low cause this is going to get LOOOOUD.]

ALEXANDER STURGESS!!!!!

I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD IF YOU'RE BEHIND THIS I'M GOING TO SNAP EVERY SINGLE GOD DAMN BONE IN YOUR BODY YOU DAMN MACHINE CRACK WHORE!!!

[He takes a deep breath and his voice becomes a lot lower, meaning you can uncover your ears now.]

This is what I get for dating a psychopathic genius bent on revenge.

[He doesn't know how he did it, but he's sure Alex had something to do with this. He was perfectly capable of pulling something like this off.]

[And then the device turns off.]

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[Hello, Quinn, this guy's going to give you this most amused of smirks, now.]

Nice to see they're continuing to bring in only the friendliest of kids, to this place. ♥

[No, really...he feels absolutely terrible for you.]

Aaaah. Ta be energetic and youthful. [How he missed those days.]

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[He...really...hates shit like this, first thing upon waking. So, YES. SOMEONE DID WAKE UP ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE BED. Basically, if looks could kill, this smile would have the blond's head exploding from his shoulders.]

Well, it's a good thing I woke up with the need for a goddamn headache. Otherwise I might have missed out on the burning desire to knock some presumptuous moron out.

[The smile fades.]

Whoever this Alexander is, I'm pretty damn sure he isn't here. So chill the fuck out.

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[Ugh he didn't want to talk to these people. All he wanted to know was where Alex was and if he was safe. Stop bothering him old guy.]

[He releases an annoyed sigh]

Are you trying to say something? Or are you just here to talk?

[Oh dear gods the yelling. This is not what he needed when he was trying to take a nap.

If this blond guy was hoping for a sensible or informative response? He wasn't going to be getting one from Zelos.]

Heeeeyyy, stop yelling like that! My poor sensitive ears!

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[His eyebrow quirks. Who are you suggesting is a kid?]

Tch, where is this place anyway?

[He states, ignoring the comment for now and getting straight to the point. Had he calm down? Hell no, but with the realization that others could reply to the message he was putting on a secure mask.]

And how the hell would you know that?

[Calling out your bullshit, Val. He doesn't like people threatening him, and he never backs down on a challenge.]

[He let's out a sigh, this really wasn't the time.]

It's important I know for sure, if he's on his own.... [He stops, imagining the worse case scenario.] He's reckless idiot.

I can't be sure what kind of trouble he could end up in. [Lie.]

[Nearly everyone is a 'kid', compared to him...kid.

His expression slowly shifts to a more serious one, glancing to the side. Lighting up a cigarette, he pauses to take a drag and exhale before answering.]

It's apparently called Genessia. None of us know how we wound up here.

[His expression doesn't change much, really. It fades into that of a less-than-amused one, before he finally shifts his eyes to the side. There's a long pause.]

Just because you don't believe me, doesn't make it not true. Check the place out, for yourself.

[Silver eyes slowly drift back to the camera at those last words.]

Well, if he's here, he's here. If he's not here, there's no point worrying about it, considering you won't be leaving- not until the one that brought us here's ready for you to.

Smoking will ruin your health.

Genessia... A female name meaning American. What a strange entitlement to give to a city. [He brings a finger to his chin.] Unless they meant to hint towards Genesis. [That sounds more likely.]

For all we know it could be that we have always been here, and our past lives are what is fictional, have you ever thought of that possibility? Or perhaps you never left your home, but your conciseness was transported instead.

Their are many other routes to explore then just the "I was taken from point A to point B" route.

[Now Zelos looks intrigued.]

Don't you think you're kinda overthinking this mess? I mean seriously, I think we'd notice if our lives weren't real.

... Been working with the theory that we all died and this is some sort of weird afterlife, personally.

[And he says that with about as much concern as one would use when talking about the weather forecast.]

[Not particularly unless that response was from a brunette and no, he wasn't looking for the brunettes that have replied above.]

[He gives him a look. Seriously? He could of felt bad about what he did if you didn't sound so whiny.]

Don't worry, I won't be yelling any further unless it proves necessary to get my point across.

[Smirks at the remark on smoking.]

I believe there are plenty of other things that could do a better job at that.

[Interesting theories, there, kiddo. Then, he blinks at the interruption. He very slowly takes a drag of the cigarette with one lifted brow.

...Well, then.]

Frankly, I doubt we'll ever know. I've actually been wondering if the people that randomly vanished from this place, somehow wandered up on information they shouldn't have. Maybe they came close to hitting the nail on the head, as to why or how we're here.

[Point being, they should be careful where they tread, until they know the possibilities of what could happen, should they figure out "too much".]

Or not. [A shrug.] Either way, we're here. Either way, we have to work to keep a roof over our heads, or food in our bellies. More importantly, I know some of us have more going for us here, than back home.

[Zelos could be the master of 'whiny' when he wanted to be.]

I hope not... I'm not sure how much more abuse my poor ears could take!

Heeey, you don't have to give me such a serious look~! It was just a thought, you know?

[He gave a shrug.]

That'd imply there was someone around killing off people who knew too much. Whoever brought us here, I'm guessing.

[His expression faltered slightly at the last part, not quite meeting the feed with his eyes. He was certainly one of those, not that he would ever admit to it.]

I guess so. With all the people complaining about there being no way out...Kinda makes me wonder if there are some people here who'd rather not go home. Or don't have much to go back to, I guess.

Then perhaps you can insist me in locating the man I wish to speak too.

[Quinn is quickly figuring this out, and his bitch tolerance is low.]

[Where the hell did you come from? Well this was a public broadcast, but the proof that others could hear and join in on their conversations has him a bit more aware.]

[...More concerning then that was Zelos's suggestion. Could he be telling the truth? Was this some kind of after life?]

If you have control over the brain, you can make anything seem real enough.

I'm not sure about your theory, the only way I could have died would be by Alex's hands and if he wanted me gone he would never go through the pain of saving me... I don't think anyway.

[He had been as good as dead, his very own heart set to blow all because he over reached his authorization in an attempt to help out the man he loved and figure things out for himself.]

[Sadafumi knocks him out of his darker thinking, green eyes glancing up at the older man, and then to the red head.]

...Vanishing doesn't always lead to killing. He seems to have some purpose in our being here, it could be that he has them holed up somewhere. Or perhaps he really has sent them home, to satisfy their desires until next time, make them more manageable.

[Green eyes shoot back straight into amber, and then into a darker hue of his own color, look darkening with feelings of irritation and disgust.]

Then they're just running away from whatever truth awaits them. It's pathetic.

[He hated people who spent their lives wishing for an escape rather than facing the reality before them. When it comes to those who have only death to expect, well…didn’t they all?]

Alexander, right? See if this was a hunny, I might've paid more attention, buuuuuut nope. Haven't seen him.

[Sighs, one of these types of guys huh?]

I see, then I guess this conversation is over.

I plan too.

[He really didn't like the thought of being away from him, sorry Val. So have the same look reflected back at you.]

[Quinn folds his arms at that, green eyes shifting to look over to the side. If he ever gets his hands on their kidnapper he is going to suffer for this.]

I'm more worried about what I'll come back too if this little trip of ours lasts too long.

[You could say Quinn was a bit of a balancing stick, aiding the tightrope walker across the line of life over the void of utter destruction. Rip that stick from the walker’s hands and theirs a good chance they're going to fall.]

Guess so, huh?

[A pause.]

Good luck~

[Zelos was well aware he was butting in, but right now did not particularly care for manners. After all, public broadcast was fair game, right?

His tone was still that of a bored guy commenting on the weather.]

Wow. Pretty creepy thought, huh?

...Soooo...think he'd have no reason to kill you? Sounds like you trust that guy a lot.

[He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.]

But people change. Just because they save you once, doesn't mean they're obliged to trust you, or that they'll never want you killed.

[Zelos laughed a bit, taking on a lighthearted tone.]

I mean seriously, however nice I am to my loving hunnies, they still turn around and slap me, can you believe it?

[He did notice that change in eye colour, and although he only showed a brief falter in his expression in response, it had unnerved him a bit. He remembered when he first met Colette, eyes a dead shade of red, before they had found a way to bring her back.]

Huh. Guess he could be just sending them home for a bit, assuming they've got something to go back to.

[Zelos' expression darkened a little at the last comment, but this flicker was soon replaced by a bored smile.

He spent his whole life trying to run away - trying to escape - and in the end, he got himself killed in order to achieve that end.

Not that he planned to tell anyone this, here. Instead, he settled for joking around. As he always did: ]

Aw, you're still giving me that serious look~! You really think everyone here wants to go looking for the truth? There's gotta be at least a couple of lazy bums around.

[Too bad. He gets to talk to them anyway. He was kind enough to address everyone without so much as a filter.]

Lil' ol' me? Naaaah.

But friend of yers probably wasn't the one behind this heist.

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