8 mph || accidental video post
[The video opens to the warehouse. There's a table on which you can see what would be a nice Honda Valkyrie but at the moment is just pieces of metal. It's obviously work in progress. In the background there's a plane, also a work in progress. And there's Anthony, unusually angry. Fighting with somebody else. Only there's nobody in sight.]
--are not my father! I want nothing to do with you! I don't want your name and I don't want your money!
Ian--
[There's silence and Anthony gets even more angry. He makes few steps towards the invisible person, as if getting in his face.]
This isn't any of my business and it's as hell isn't yours! He can live his life any way he pleases. You will not judge any of the people in my life.
At least he never had a ten year old son who was waiting for him at home; while he sleeps with people that aren't...
It isn't about him. It's about you! About you not being there! About Mom crying herself to sleep everytime she thought I didn't see! About you thinking you can buy your way back into my life! About everything!
[Anthony grabs the invisible person and with some difficulty pushes him outside of the warehouse. Yes, into the freezing outside.]
Get out. Get out! GET OUT!
[His voice is strained, and the whole body tensed while he shuts the door and locks it. he turns around and leans against the door, trying to calm down. With a quick gensture, he wipes away what might be tears, but the picture isn't clear enough to tell. Finally he moves away and walks up to the laptop, turning the music up, as if he wanted to tune out some other noise. He goes back to his work space and picks up a wrench, obviously intent on going back to working on the motorcycle.
He stands there for a few seconds, his hand tight around the wrench, looking at the motorcycle. Suddenly, with full strenght, he throws the wrench against the wall, before the wrench even hits the wall, he grabs the motorcycle's frame and shoves it off the table. He starts kicking the hell out of the motorcycle. After a minute or two, he finally calms down and sits resigned on the floor, next to what's left of his motorcycle.]
[ooc: Anthony got snowed in in the warehouse while he was working on the motorcycle. Which he obviously didn't mind. Untill today when his father showed up. Which also brought some issues Anthony has, as well as his inner conflict regarding what he thinks is Ianto/Jack and Ianto/Kyle. Have at him.]
--are not my father! I want nothing to do with you! I don't want your name and I don't want your money!
Ian--
[There's silence and Anthony gets even more angry. He makes few steps towards the invisible person, as if getting in his face.]
This isn't any of my business and it's as hell isn't yours! He can live his life any way he pleases. You will not judge any of the people in my life.
At least he never had a ten year old son who was waiting for him at home; while he sleeps with people that aren't...
It isn't about him. It's about you! About you not being there! About Mom crying herself to sleep everytime she thought I didn't see! About you thinking you can buy your way back into my life! About everything!
[Anthony grabs the invisible person and with some difficulty pushes him outside of the warehouse. Yes, into the freezing outside.]
Get out. Get out! GET OUT!
[His voice is strained, and the whole body tensed while he shuts the door and locks it. he turns around and leans against the door, trying to calm down. With a quick gensture, he wipes away what might be tears, but the picture isn't clear enough to tell. Finally he moves away and walks up to the laptop, turning the music up, as if he wanted to tune out some other noise. He goes back to his work space and picks up a wrench, obviously intent on going back to working on the motorcycle.
He stands there for a few seconds, his hand tight around the wrench, looking at the motorcycle. Suddenly, with full strenght, he throws the wrench against the wall, before the wrench even hits the wall, he grabs the motorcycle's frame and shoves it off the table. He starts kicking the hell out of the motorcycle. After a minute or two, he finally calms down and sits resigned on the floor, next to what's left of his motorcycle.]
[ooc: Anthony got snowed in in the warehouse while he was working on the motorcycle. Which he obviously didn't mind. Untill today when his father showed up. Which also brought some issues Anthony has, as well as his inner conflict regarding what he thinks is Ianto/Jack and Ianto/Kyle. Have at him.]