[Volk is corporate. Not like Rhys is. A little different. A little 'if you sound desperate, you're going to get taken advantage of.' The movie industry runs through pretty, young people like a sausage factory runs through pigs, because it's convinced them that sausage is immortality.
Volk thought he was different, because he cheated. Because he invested in his writing and directing, not his face, or voice, or tits.
The tone of voice has him turning immediately, eyes flashing.]
WE AREN'T FRIENDS. No one here is your friend, Rhys! Back the FUCK off.
[Volk recognizes him enough - enough - but the truth is that Volk is stressed enough that Rhys looks like a swarm of flies with fire inside of it. The wall behind him has psychedelic, nightmarish patterns on it that he's positive don't exist in real life.
He wants, very much, to just get his hands on someone and hit them until it's not funny any more. Until the amount of control he's been exerting on a daily basis, up to this point, becomes apparent and people stop PUSHING. It's prison, so why the fuck not. Why should he still keep managing his reputation? Hasn't the worst already happened?]
1/2 cw: unreality
Volk thought he was different, because he cheated. Because he invested in his writing and directing, not his face, or voice, or tits.
The tone of voice has him turning immediately, eyes flashing.]
WE AREN'T FRIENDS. No one here is your friend, Rhys! Back the FUCK off.
[Volk recognizes him enough - enough - but the truth is that Volk is stressed enough that Rhys looks like a swarm of flies with fire inside of it. The wall behind him has psychedelic, nightmarish patterns on it that he's positive don't exist in real life.
He wants, very much, to just get his hands on someone and hit them until it's not funny any more. Until the amount of control he's been exerting on a daily basis, up to this point, becomes apparent and people stop PUSHING. It's prison, so why the fuck not. Why should he still keep managing his reputation? Hasn't the worst already happened?]