[The face taking up almost all of the camera's focus looks remarkably like that of Tartarus when he was a kid. And despite not actually being related to him, has learned remarkably fast. He grins and shuffles backwards away from the computer, carefully climbing off the chair and away from the desk. As he clears the focus, Tartarus can be seen ( Read more... )

I was in the shower.

So guess who spent the night in a cell for indecent exposure?

Well, I thought it was funny.

Tiz, Alecto? Ladies. I need me some real clothes. Not this paper shit.

[Tartarus is bored. Which means you all get to listen to him enjoy the sound of his own voice for a while. He is nothing if not conversational. Mostly, he's just musing out loud.Y'all are so damn fast to condemn each other to me. Which is kinda outta line, actually--you're steppin' on Minos' toes over there. Boy's gotta coin to flip, don'tcha know ( Read more... )

this is like that movie.

the one where he plays chopsticks on that big-ass keyboard with that other guy.

with his feet.

in the toy store.

and they're jumping and shit.

someone get me a piano. i wanna play me some chopsticks.

EDIT; tiz. alecto. ladies of the complex. someone get the goddamn kid to his family. i ain't no goddamn toy.

[There's screaming in the background. Someone is shouting something about the voltage. Tartarus can be heard lighting up a cigarette. After exhaling, his tone of voice is nothing but casual.]

Can't say he wasn't warned.

[Off to one side, someone mentions something about the number of 'unfortunate' incidents with the fencing.]

Like I said. [ ( Read more... )

[Filter: PRIVATE]

This doesn't feel very private. It's not like you change the filter and then BAM everything becomes just that bit more secluded. Well, no, I guess it does if no one else can see it, but it don't feel that way. Hell, this just feels like I'm typing at a computer, and I don't think my computer cares very much ( Read more... )

[Let's face it--his tone of voice almost never changes. He just sounds distracted. Although, if you can hear the pages turning above the general noises in the lobby, he is leafing through the Apartment Manager's registry a book.]

An exercise in really fuckin' dumb ideas. Ain't stoppin' a good goddamn thang--just speedin' up the process of findin' ( Read more... )

[The scene is the aftermath of this. Dead woman, blood and general nastiness. And yet Tartarus has his videophone out.

The image blurs and jerks around as he returns to the open front door and focuses on the door number: 1A

He is, as usual, completely relaxed.]

See, this right here--[The focus returns to Clytemnestra.]--You gettin' that? Yeah, ( Read more... )

Well, shit.

Nyx ain't gonna be happy.

[The ambience of traffic and women chattering make it clear he is in the car and not alone. Tartarus is... being himself. Perfectly at ease in his surroundings and enjoying life in general. The phone, however, is on speakerphone--he'd rather not crash and burn--which leaves it open to being stolen by giggling female companions.]Oh, no you don-- ( Read more... )