Jonas Dufaux (bronas) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2013-04-13 02:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! narrative, jonas dufaux |
WHO: Jonas Dufaux and familial guest.
WHAT: Skype date with his best friend whose name isn't Jesse Dean and who also happens to be related to him: his older sister, Leonie. Their loving sibling relationship, just like all things Jonas, is totally fucked up. We'll call this Exhibit A. It may also help explain Jonas's taste in women.
WHEN: Ehhhhhh sometime Saturday morning? What are timezones. It's evening(ish) in Switzerland.
WHERE: Jonas is in his room, Leonie is in Switzerland, the Internet is a bridge between two worlds.
WARNINGS: Really foul language, references to casual use of hard drugs, sodomy, sexual acts and STDs, and probably other things that I'm forgetting because it's 2am.
STATUS: Complete!
"You're a fucking idiot, do you know that?" The words poured out of the computer in haughty French, the blonde girl's face coming into focus a few seconds behind her words. Smirking, Jonas pulled his chair closer to the desk. He seemed unfazed by the angry greeting, and he returned it a matching dialect. "Leonie, my beautiful sister. You have obviously missed me, I can tell." "Putain," she swore at him, "what the fuck do you think you're doing? Do you want to get yourself killed? Or worse," she gestured wildly at the screen, her face dramatically wide, "cut off?" Jonas scoffed. The idea was ludicrous -- disowned? Him? The only male heir to the Dufaux family accounts? "Do not be ridiculous, they would not dare." "They might," she shot back without missing a beat, although Jonas noted in her voice a slight drop of conviction. "Anyway, you'd better hope that mother does not see your latest video. You should just take that shit down, Jonas. What are you thinking? Talking like you support terrorists, like you're some kind of Vol revolutionary. You're a cunt, that is what you are, an idiot boy who is forgetting that there is still a real world out here, one where you can still fuck yourself over by acting like a son of a whore on YouTube." She took a breath. Jonas raised his eyebrows. "Leonie, if they are going to disown one of us, it may be you, as punishment for that terrible mouth of yours. Or they will get rid of both of us, and then leave everything to Sylvianne, who would likely invest the family's money in a company that makes clothing and boots for small animals. Like gerbils and, I do not know, pet birds." He studied his sister's face on the screen. Her lips pursed together as she tried to suppress a smile, and Jonas grinned in triumph. "How is our beloved younger sister, anyway? Wait, don't tell me -- she is in her room inventing some new scientific device to more effectively bore the masses, I am guessing? Her plan for world domination: murdering everyone by forcing them to listen to her boring ideas." This did the trick. Despite herself, Leonie laughed, the affection she had for her younger brother winning out yet again. "Don't change the subject, Jo," she scolded him, although her tone had lost much of its bite. "I'm serious. You don't know how scared people are. Do not make things harder for yourself than they already are." A beat. "I want you to come home. Do not leave me here with the ogre forever, I cannot bear it." Jonas considered making a quip, considered pointing out how unlikely it was that Leonie ever had to see their little sister at all, considering the younger girl's tendency to fall asleep around the time that Leonie finished fighting of her hangover from the night before and began the process of readying herself for the next party. But still, he sympathized with her: any time spent with Sylvianne was too much, as s far as Jonas was concerned. "I will be back," he said instead, waving his hand dismissively. "The Swiss government, they cannot leave me here forever. It is only a matter of time before we pull out of the IVF, you know that." "I don't know," she answered darkly. "I told you, people are scared." Jonas looked at her, considering his words. "Perhaps they should be scared." "Goddamn you, stop that! This is what I mean, why must you say these things? You are not a gangster thug, Jonas, you are not a baller." She said the last word in English, causing Jonas's lips to sneak upwards at the corners. Seeing this, she let out an exasperated sigh. "Please, do not take that as an invitation to start rapping. You are not a good rapper and I will disconnect the call, I swear it." Jonas laughed, knowing that she did probably mean it. It was at these times that he truly realized how much he missed his sister. The two of them had always been close, allies in partying and pulling the wool over their parents' eyes. She was the one female Jonas had ever truly respected, before coming here. Now, he supposed, the number had grown. It was a strange thing to consider, and so he simply did not, whenever possible. Ignorance truly was bliss. "Fine. I will make my next video about something else." Jonas raised his eyebrows, allowing his sister this concession. "I will get Jesse and we will talk about, I don't know, which girl at IVI has the largest ass." She rolled her eyes. "I can't believe none of them have cut off your dick yet. Oh, and speaking of -- how is Devon?" "She is fine, I will tell her you say hello. Recovering nicely from our mutual time in solitary, I believe." "I still can't fucking believe you put that girl in a fucking duffle bag. You are one sick fuck." "Ah, but you laughed, so what does that make you?" "The sister of a sick fuck, I guess. What about Laurel? Has she gotten tired of your ugly face yet?" "No, somehow she is still tolerating me. Perhaps because of my very sexy biceps and abs. If I recall, that is also why, mm, what was her name? Marianne, was it? I believe that was why liked me, as well. Are the two of you still friends?" He had a devilish look in his eyes, one his sister knew all too well. "Yes, of course. Although I believe she is fucking your friend Geoff now. I hear he has a huge cock." "You hear? What, do you mean to say that you haven't had it in your mouth?" "Va te faire foutre," she said. Go fuck yourself. "I have someone under this desk right now, taking care of that for me as we speak. But thank you for your concern for my dick." "Oh, yes? Tell Jesse I say hello, I did not know that he was in the room." She sighed, already bored with their banter. Leonie rubbed at her eye, thick black eyeliner smudging beneath her fingertip. She reached for something on the desk, pulling a small baggie of white powder into view of the camera. Jonas eyed it with jealousy. She noticed this, and Leonie waved it in front of the screen with a wicked grin. "Wish you were here to join me, baby brother." Now it was Jonas's turn to roll his eyes, but this time he did not respond to her taunt, opting instead to cross his arms in front of him as his eyes remained on the screen, fixed on the tiny plastic bag that his sister was holding in her fingers. "Remember this, the next time you want to run your cocksucker mouth about Vol superiority. Remember what is waiting for you, yes?" The girl examined the bag for a moment, then pulled out a package of cigarettes as well. "I need a fucking smoke. Got anything else to say to me before I abandon you to your Australian wasteland of an existence?" Jonas did his best to look impassive. He hoped that his feelings could not be perceived through a computer screen on the other side of the world, but knew that if anyone could read his moods, it was his sister. Her thin fingers were now tapping on a cigarette that she'd pulled from its sheath. Jonas wondered whose party she would be attending that night. He decided, in the end, that he'd rather not know. "Try not go get Syphilis," he said. "Only if you stop letting Jesse fuck you in the ass." "Goodnight, Leonie." "Goodnight, Jo. Kisses." |