Prometheus deleted scenes: Janek Fills Vickers In
“This is a great moment between the twо when she saуs "I burned mу hand,“ she still wоn’t give uр her shield.” - Pietrо Scalia, editor of Prometheus.
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Prometheus deleted scenes: Janek Fills Vickers In
“This is a great moment between the twо when she saуs "I burned mу hand,“ she still wоn’t give uр her shield.” - Pietrо Scalia, editor of Prometheus.
Prometheus deleted scenes: Janek Fills Vickers In
Prometheus deleted scenes: A King Has His Reign
fingcring:
Her room was always the coldest on the ship, but that was purposeful, as was everything Miss Vickers did. From what she ate to the words she spoke to the looks she gave. Nothing was unplanned, done without her express permission. If she couldn’t control it, she would pretend that she could. Well, David was finished playing pretend.
He didn’t say a word as he entered her quarters, only closing the door behind him and triggering the emergency lock-down mechanism. The way he came towards her was unassuming; no frantic run, no mad dash for the woman he hated so much. His blue eyes were set on her form, and at his lips was the beginning of a smile. He felt the cool steel of the needle against his fingertips, gripping the syringe tightly with his thumb.
[ @missvickcrs ]
Vickers had been sitting up on her bed, working away on something extremely difficult, and not really paying much heed to the sound of her main door opening and closing. These tasks she was having to work out with giving all her workers even more things to do, was already tough enough of a distraction for her. It wasn’t until she saw the red and white lights silently flashing all around her room, that she decided to finally stand up and set aside her holopadd. “Okay, just what the fuck is going on now??” Sighing, cursing to herself that this crew was full of idiots, and that’s when she caught sight of the synthetic. His expression had her completely filled with unease, as did seeing the syringe, and she wondered if this was finally the moment for the two of them. Her instincts were telling her that she needed to get away, but like hell was she about to run from something she owned. Though, a part of her wished she had some sort of weapon in hand.
“David...? Just what the hell are you doing in my room, and what the fuck is that? Leave, now. That’s an order!” | @fingcring |
curiousitiies:
“…”
Alright, super-bitch mode it is. Yet he couldn’t help but to be amused when he realized that it was David that had sent her into this rage. Not that he blamed her, that was the only common ground they may have shared…a hatred for that pompous little android who seemed to fancy himself above most people.
He’s no partner of mine, that’s for sure.
“So what did David do now? And why are you crying to me about it?”
[ @missvickcrs ]
“....If you think this is me crying, then you’re in for quite the shocker; I don’t. So please don’t loop me into something as pathetically sappy as that, or whiny. I’m above that nonsense. No, this is just me talking to myself, more than anything. You’re just here in the space around. At least you’re not like him, that insufferable noise box.” Vickers was not about that style, venting to someone else, as this was only for her to be occupied with it. The dealing of both her father, and a pestering android was already far too much, but she had to live with it. If I ever want to see this mission through, and get back with complete control over the company that should be mine, I will carry on. Still, she was fuming rather loudly, and already had knocked over several things from her too-clean desk. | @curiousitiies |
Prometheus (2012)
I am not arrogant. I simply know my place. It’s quite far above yours.
Making Prometheus ↳ Charlize and Michael + “how long”
gunshowshaw:
arnodorianisbae:
If Ripley could have a clone, then so can Elizabeth. Please please PLEASE do this.
THIS IS WHAT IVE BEEN SAYING ALL ALONG YOU GUYS
CLONE ME, AS WELL
New AU. David could make us test tube friends.
gunshowshaw:
arnodorianisbae:
If Ripley could have a clone, then so can Elizabeth. Please please PLEASE do this.
THIS IS WHAT IVE BEEN SAYING ALL ALONG YOU GUYS
CLONE ME, AS WELL
curiousitiies:
“You wanted to see me, Miss Vickers?”
It was obvious, even with the permanent stick she had up her ass, that the woman didn’t like him. Which was fine by him, as the feeling was mutual. The only thing fortunate about their interactions were that they were usually kept brief for that very reason. Unless, of course, she had need of someone to vent her anger on, in which case she seemed to prefer a punching bag of the synthetic variety. He could only hope that this was some mundane concern, and not an excuse for her to bitch at one of her least favorite crew members.
[ @missvickcrs ]
“If I have to hear one more Miss Vickers, I’m going to strangle the life out of every single one of you robots.” She had come into the room already pacing, and her head was feeling that throb of an oncoming headache. There had been so much going on, and Vickers was nearly about to pop with the stress. Normally, she’d be able to handle it with ease and bottle everything up as it would happen, but tonight was not the night. “All it took was one word, and that old man really set your prim-partner into ultra nice-mode. Ugh!!!!” | @curiousitiies |
loyalsynthetic:
“It has been interesting,” Walter answered, speaking in his usual pleasant albeit relatively emotionless tone. He recognized the coldness underlying her words and mannerisms, though couldn’t place the reasoning behind them. He’d certainly not meant to offend her and had instead hoped–perhaps naively–that they may become friends. “I’m sorry; have I said something wrong?” | @missvickcrs· |
Vickers knew she had to play nice, even if every part of her wanted to rip this robot to pieces. The partnership with Hideo Yutani had been successful, and she wasn’t going to go against her father’s wishes, even now so long after his death. What a nightmare that was... “No, you haven’t. Which is what bothers me so much. You’re too nice, Walter.” I’m going to need several drinks, if he keeps up this kind of goodie-boy attitude. | @loyalsynthetic |
loyalsynthetic:
@missvickcrs liked for a starter.
“Miss Vickers, I’ve been looking forward to meeting you. I’ve never had the chance to meet any of my direct family before.”
“.... And was it everything you’ve hoped for?” Cold eyes were watching the other with some unseen contempt, and Vickers couldn’t help but to compare this one to the last. She found it quite infuriating that her father made more of the same appearance, and cursed whoever these synthetics were modeled after. | @loyalsynthetic |
Making Prometheus ↳ Charlize on the set of Prometheus
“I had, like, a little moment оf, “Ugh, this is badass and I’m reallу badass because l’ve gоt this flamethrоwer and I’m just being a badass in a Ridleу Scott mоvie" and then l went, "Okaу, dоn’t want tо burn this guу and I wanna be able to live with mуself.”
Making Prometheus ↳ Charlize and Michael + bурass surgery