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[vendettaevey]

Evey still wasn't sure what to think about it all.  According to Grigg's very apologetic but apparently truthful explanation some months before, she was not only the subject of a comic book but also a film.   What's more, it was a film that he'd seen at the cinema.  The comics were really bad enough, but to discover she was also a film was

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[ranger_alone]

Marcus was sitting on the lounge, watching Evey as she set up the film. He was distracted in part by his own uneasiness, but he noticed her little fumbles and expressions all the same. It was important to him to be there for her, for the two of them to do this together. Although he wasn't entirely clear how it was that Evey could have appeared in a film without knowledge of it. The comic they had decided was Norsefire propaganda, and could have been released without her knowledge, but having someone film her? Evey had her own talents when it came to observation and blending into the background and Marcus found it difficult to wrap his mind around the idea that someone had managed to capture her on film, for a significant amount of time, without Evey noticing.

"No, I'm not sure, but we are going to do it anyway. It will be alright. No matter what it shows, it will be alright." he said, patting the cushion next to him as an invitation to join him.

[vendettaevey]

She hoped he was right. She might have even prayed so, had she believed in a god in any way except a rather nebulous literary figure. With a sigh, she pressed the correct button and watched the screen flicker to life.

She turned and came to sit by Marcus, snuggling into him fully as the opening titles began.

"Yes, it will," she said, not sure whether she was convincing herself or him. Possibly neither. Or both.

She heard her own voice reciting the famous rhyme as Guy Fawkes' history was related, heard her own voice declaring that she would never forget V.

Well, that was true enough.

[ranger_alone]

At first it was hard to settle into the story as it was unfolding. Evey's accent - slightly stronger, some minor inflections worn away by all this time on the island among so may Americans. The dark and ominous sense of foreboding the opening titles portrayed. The rather significant knot in him stomach as Marcus remembered the content of that book, really remembered everything Evey had told him about V.

It was far too late to turn back, and he would be there for Evey as she needed him, but no small part of Marcus was regretting that decision.

She even looked different. It was her, unmistakably, but there was something missing from her face, or maybe it was something that was there that Evey didn't have now. Lost innocence? It was hard to tell.

Evey, don't go walking alone at night. He was afraid he might have said it aloud, and startled by that thought back to the couch, the room, wrapped his arm around her.

V.

[vendettaevey]

Prothero. There was someone she'd rather have never seen again. She'd actually forgotten how slimy and horrible the man was. Still, it was actually rather interesting to see V get ready to go out, complete with the knives now hanging on their wall. She'd never known what the inside of the mask looked like. She'd rather liked that black dress as well, though she did mind how clean and smooth her skin was - and how smooth it wasn't now.

She wondered where the camera had been, how they'd filmed her.

She held her breath as she watched the encounter with the Fingermen, the ones Marcus would surely recognize since he'd killed them, then watched her first meeting with V and actually chuckled, if slightly weakly.

"I did think he was completely off his rocker. Wouldn't you, after a speech like that?" she asked rhetorically.