ECHO DIARY ENTRY #7: EIGHTEEN WEEKS AFTER THE FALL OF HELIOS
[ this time, rhys is back at his desk but he doesn't look too terrible. he's sitting normally, dressed in pinstripe slacks, a blue shirt, a red tie. the tie is loose around his neck and the first few buttons of his shirt are undone. it's evening, the sun going down in the background and rhys' hair is falling over his face as the gel wears off, a glass of something pretty strong in his hand. he's just trying to decompress after a long day, it looks like. ]
I've been thinking about Fiona. I know, all my other videos so far -- Jack this, Jack that. But, fuck Jack. What did he ever do for me? Lie to me? Make me trust him? Try to kill me? Fucker. So, fuck him. King is dead, long live the king or what-fucking-ever.
[ rhys is also drunk. he takes a moment to knock back the rest of his drink before reaching down to the floor to pick up an almost empty bottle of pretty strong booze. maliwan brand whiskey, it looks like. ]
So, Fiiiiona. Let's talk about Fiona. Let me talk to me about Fiona.
[ he takes a sip of his drink then, considering where to start with this and continuing to sway back and forth. it's a hard topic for rhys and it's clear he doesn't exactly want to talk about it, but it's weighing on his mind so much that there's... not really anything else he can talk about. so, liquid courage helps. ]
She was hot. Hell, Jack said it -- girls and hats and oh my god, Fiona's hat was so hot. Her legs, her ass, that mouth, oh my godddddd. I wanted to make out with her soooo bad. I'm a good kisser, you know? Fuck, of course you know that, you're me. Still, tooootally wanted to make out with her. Like, all the time.
[ RHYS, YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO TALK ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS. ]
Anyway, she also made me feel safe, you know? Which seems kind of dumb, I guess, but when you work where I work -- with the people I worked with -- you learn not to really trust anyone. Even Vaughn, once we got to Hyperion, I knew that I couldn't trust him as much as I used to. Just the nature of the game. But Fiona? She was straightforward. She wanted to rob me, so she did. She wanted to kill me, so she... uh... tried. I'm glad we went to Hollow Point too? Hearing her call me her friend, it felt... good. Felt like suddenly I had someone else in my life who, like, mattered. I said it -- it's hard making friends, especially at Hyperion. I think that's Jack's legacy -- paranoid CEO, paranoid company. Gotta wonder how it was during Tassiter's days.
[ he takes a few swallows of his drink then, closing his eyes as he sinks back into his chair and gives it a moment before he keeps talking. he has to keep talking, put everything out there, record it and keep it. otherwise... he doesn't know. otherwise, he feels a bit empty. ]
Fiona though? She understood me, instinctively. I don't... really know how it happened but I understood her too? Fiona never lied to me, or at least, it felt like she didn't -- which again, sounds so stupid. She robbed me. She's a con artist. But the way she treated me... I don't know if it was pity or genuine care or whatever, but I like how she treated me. Probably in love with her, I think. That would make sense.
[ a hand lifts up to wipe at his eyes because yeah, now he's getting a little teary again. he looks crushed, completely forlorn as he puts his glass on his desk and crosses his arms over his chest. his head tilts back against his head and he looks off screen, pausing his swaying for now. ]
She left me though, on Helios. I was trying to deal with Jack and she just... left. Left me to Jack. It hurt, you know? She promised she wouldn't and then she did and now, I guess she's back in Hollow Point? I don't know. I don't want to see her again, I think. How I felt for her... how I feel -- it doesn't really matter if she doesn't feel the same. So, whatever.
[ he reaches out to grab his drink before pausing midway and shaking his head. ]
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Date: 2016-08-09 04:47 pm (UTC)[ this time, rhys is back at his desk but he doesn't look too terrible. he's sitting normally, dressed in pinstripe slacks, a blue shirt, a red tie. the tie is loose around his neck and the first few buttons of his shirt are undone. it's evening, the sun going down in the background and rhys' hair is falling over his face as the gel wears off, a glass of something pretty strong in his hand. he's just trying to decompress after a long day, it looks like. ]
I've been thinking about Fiona. I know, all my other videos so far -- Jack this, Jack that. But, fuck Jack. What did he ever do for me? Lie to me? Make me trust him? Try to kill me? Fucker. So, fuck him. King is dead, long live the king or what-fucking-ever.
[ rhys is also drunk. he takes a moment to knock back the rest of his drink before reaching down to the floor to pick up an almost empty bottle of pretty strong booze. maliwan brand whiskey, it looks like. ]
So, Fiiiiona. Let's talk about Fiona. Let me talk to me about Fiona.
[ he takes a sip of his drink then, considering where to start with this and continuing to sway back and forth. it's a hard topic for rhys and it's clear he doesn't exactly want to talk about it, but it's weighing on his mind so much that there's... not really anything else he can talk about. so, liquid courage helps. ]
She was hot. Hell, Jack said it -- girls and hats and oh my god, Fiona's hat was so hot. Her legs, her ass, that mouth, oh my godddddd. I wanted to make out with her soooo bad. I'm a good kisser, you know? Fuck, of course you know that, you're me. Still, tooootally wanted to make out with her. Like, all the time.
[ RHYS, YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO TALK ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS. ]
Anyway, she also made me feel safe, you know? Which seems kind of dumb, I guess, but when you work where I work -- with the people I worked with -- you learn not to really trust anyone. Even Vaughn, once we got to Hyperion, I knew that I couldn't trust him as much as I used to. Just the nature of the game. But Fiona? She was straightforward. She wanted to rob me, so she did. She wanted to kill me, so she... uh... tried. I'm glad we went to Hollow Point too? Hearing her call me her friend, it felt... good. Felt like suddenly I had someone else in my life who, like, mattered. I said it -- it's hard making friends, especially at Hyperion. I think that's Jack's legacy -- paranoid CEO, paranoid company. Gotta wonder how it was during Tassiter's days.
[ he takes a few swallows of his drink then, closing his eyes as he sinks back into his chair and gives it a moment before he keeps talking. he has to keep talking, put everything out there, record it and keep it. otherwise... he doesn't know. otherwise, he feels a bit empty. ]
Fiona though? She understood me, instinctively. I don't... really know how it happened but I understood her too? Fiona never lied to me, or at least, it felt like she didn't -- which again, sounds so stupid. She robbed me. She's a con artist. But the way she treated me... I don't know if it was pity or genuine care or whatever, but I like how she treated me. Probably in love with her, I think. That would make sense.
[ a hand lifts up to wipe at his eyes because yeah, now he's getting a little teary again. he looks crushed, completely forlorn as he puts his glass on his desk and crosses his arms over his chest. his head tilts back against his head and he looks off screen, pausing his swaying for now. ]
She left me though, on Helios. I was trying to deal with Jack and she just... left. Left me to Jack. It hurt, you know? She promised she wouldn't and then she did and now, I guess she's back in Hollow Point? I don't know. I don't want to see her again, I think. How I felt for her... how I feel -- it doesn't really matter if she doesn't feel the same. So, whatever.
[ he reaches out to grab his drink before pausing midway and shaking his head. ]
I'm done talking about Fiona.
[ and then he ends the video instead. ]