V: Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.

Evey: Are you like a crazy person?

V: I'm quite sure they will say so


I tried to make it look like a painting ^_^

but i'm tired of feeling sorry for what I said.

Can we even last through the night?

I'll find the reference later

from an old b&w photo from which the caption reads: A marine covered with dirt, grime and coral dust boards a coast guard assault transport in February of 1944 after two days and nights of fighting on Eniwetok in the Marshall Islands.

More than anything else, I wanted to capture his expression... that "thousand mile stare". Think I got it.

lots do do on this!!!!!