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dear_mun2014-12-21 12:01 pm
solo_patria) wrote in dear_mun2014-12-21 12:01 pm
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On Teleios events: Crossposted to dear_player
No, truthfully, I hate you. I hate you and I have every reason to do so. You continue to force me to remain in a place where my freedom is restricted beyond any reasonable levels, when every month since this trip to the worst hell I have ever known, I have begged you to remove me from that place of suffering beyond any I have ever personally known.
I am aware that it makes me lucky to have never have known worse tortures and persecutions, but when there is an easy solution towards removing myself from it, and you refuse to let me have it, I can very safely say, Madame, that you torment and oppress me beyond any stretch of reasonable behavior. I will contend, too, that even Malicant, at the worst points of my capture, would not have sought, or loved my misery, nor caused even half as much pain or suffering towards me personally. That you continue to drool at the concept of forcing me through such a disgusting display further proves your deep disturbances and your complete lack of regard for anyone, save for your own amusement.
There can be no regard for any, male or female, adult or child, countryman or one who hails from somewhere lesser, who seeks to ravage the soul and spirit as you do, and I refuse to pay it to you just the same.
You might make me suffer the agony of having every moment monitored, of having to beg permission from my captors for each unhindered breath I take, breaths that are allowed only in minute increments and of the most shallow sort, but there are things which neither you, nor any "agent", nor Combeferre, as brainwashed as he has become, and as biased as he is in his preference toward them, can force me into doing and being and I intend to see them out, no matter what the consequences.
They may chain me up in the temple now, and may restrict my movements and my speech beyond anything reasonable, but they cannot make me eat, or sleep, or carry on supporting their oppression by "working" for them. And truthfully, I should think they will be pleased that I plan to spend my days in starring at the walls of our disgusting cell, as I will be doing exactly what they intended with their idiotic decrees of dragging me into a prison I cannot escape, which is being restricted and tortured. I do not, however, have to gift any of them with any real response.
Had I known that such a fate awaited me when you determined you were going to place me in that world of suffering and pain, I would never have agreed, for there is nothing, anywhere, and no person anywhere to make any of this worthwhile. Instead, I shall be sitting here and loathing all of you complicit in my torture for the rest of my life, or rather, death, or whatever it is, with you.
-A. Enjolras
I am aware that it makes me lucky to have never have known worse tortures and persecutions, but when there is an easy solution towards removing myself from it, and you refuse to let me have it, I can very safely say, Madame, that you torment and oppress me beyond any stretch of reasonable behavior. I will contend, too, that even Malicant, at the worst points of my capture, would not have sought, or loved my misery, nor caused even half as much pain or suffering towards me personally. That you continue to drool at the concept of forcing me through such a disgusting display further proves your deep disturbances and your complete lack of regard for anyone, save for your own amusement.
There can be no regard for any, male or female, adult or child, countryman or one who hails from somewhere lesser, who seeks to ravage the soul and spirit as you do, and I refuse to pay it to you just the same.
You might make me suffer the agony of having every moment monitored, of having to beg permission from my captors for each unhindered breath I take, breaths that are allowed only in minute increments and of the most shallow sort, but there are things which neither you, nor any "agent", nor Combeferre, as brainwashed as he has become, and as biased as he is in his preference toward them, can force me into doing and being and I intend to see them out, no matter what the consequences.
They may chain me up in the temple now, and may restrict my movements and my speech beyond anything reasonable, but they cannot make me eat, or sleep, or carry on supporting their oppression by "working" for them. And truthfully, I should think they will be pleased that I plan to spend my days in starring at the walls of our disgusting cell, as I will be doing exactly what they intended with their idiotic decrees of dragging me into a prison I cannot escape, which is being restricted and tortured. I do not, however, have to gift any of them with any real response.
Had I known that such a fate awaited me when you determined you were going to place me in that world of suffering and pain, I would never have agreed, for there is nothing, anywhere, and no person anywhere to make any of this worthwhile. Instead, I shall be sitting here and loathing all of you complicit in my torture for the rest of my life, or rather, death, or whatever it is, with you.
-A. Enjolras
((i'm so sorry, but-- here, have a Grantaire Moderne... lol!))
((hahaha I have a lady enj who should come out to meet her sometime!))
Grantaire? This is rather the surprise.
Believe me when I say this place is a cesspool. Beyond the miscarriage of Justice at that. They seek to control what it is anyone says, and are moving us closer together, only it is under their eyes, where we might be spied upon at any given time. I do not think that you would find it so enchanting.
After all,
[There is a beat.]
The entire town is closing down for winter and that DOES involve the pubs as well.
[Let that one sink in there a bit, hmm?]
((aww, do you really? She's not Moderne flavour, too, is she? xD ❤))
[She then makes an effort to really think about what the man has actually said, in that smooth, velvety voice of his...]
Oh yes? Well, while I certainly do approve of being cooped up hibernating for the winter, well-- I don't know about the pubs being closed, as well... I mean, even the gastropubs!? I mean, how are we supposed to feed ourselves throughout the God-forsaken winter? [A laugh escapes her just then, as an epiphany comes to her!] AHA! I think I see this town's game, now! I mean, honestly, they're attempting to kill you all, aren't they? That has to be it, yes...!