V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.
Justice: Good evening, V.
V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...
Justice: The poor boy has a crush on me...an adolescent fatuation.
V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."
V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.
Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!
V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!
V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.
Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...
V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!
V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.
V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.
Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?
V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.
*KABOOM!*
-"V for Vendetta"
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Date: 2008-11-04 08:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-04 10:26 pm (UTC)#1 She'd force me to exercise.
#2 She'd force me to carry a weapon at all times.
#3 She believes that might is right... so there are a few ideological differences there.
#4 Not into the leather.
#5 She's a bit too much of a dom for my tastes.
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Date: 2008-11-04 10:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-05 07:12 am (UTC)#1 She'd want to experiment with food that I'll probably not like.
#2 We'd probably argue about Materialism Vs Spiritualism.
#3 She'd compare me to Willow, if only because of the Jewish thing.
#4 We would never be able to share each others' clothes. She's much to femme in her style for my tastes.
#5 She lived on the Hellmouth, I live in the Hell Hole... not sure what would be worse.
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Date: 2008-11-05 11:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-05 12:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-05 07:05 am (UTC)#1 Too religious for my taste.
#2 He drinks tea!
#3 He smells of brine stone, which sorry, never gets out of anything.
#4 I dunno if I could handle him hanging from places all over the house.
#5 He's a priest... so no sex... which I'd kind of what in a relationship.
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Date: 2008-11-05 07:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-05 07:23 am (UTC)#1 He's evil
#2 He prefers his sentient gadgets to actual conversation.
#3 Conversation can be cumbersome with some who has no actual tone of voice.
#4 His loyalty shifts as the wing blows, not sure I could handle a cheater.
#5 He turns into a boom box! He's have to ask for a ride every time we wanted to go out!