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[Dec. 3rd, 2010|11:56 am] |
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*it's late in the fourth quarter, tied at 21, third and seven at the Groundhogs' 40, and so he's expertly patched up, bundled up warm and doing what any decent grandfather of a star QB should be doing—blocking the view standing and waving his makeshift Bobcats paraphernalia from halfway up on the 50-yard line, screaming (along with everyone else) at the top of his lungs*
YOU CALL THAT AN OFFENSIVE LINE? PROTECT YOUR QB, YOU PORKY SONS OF BITCHES! *looks down at the woman sitting on the bleacher seat directly below him, who whirls around with a ferocious glare and covers her young son's ears* WHAT. |
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[Nov. 3rd, 2010|06:54 pm] |
*contrary to Mablung's well-intentioned advice, has not played any field (except the hundred-twenty yards of turf) since returning home from Menegroth*
*has gotten back into the swing of school all right, what with homework and peeps and the crazy life of the starting QB (Bankside's own Meeerkat!!), but even with everything in the world going for him, still finds it comes up short at the end of the day (when her stupid ringtone never rings, and he doesn't know what she's mad at her dad about today, and he hasn't had to sneak or lie or do anything remotely criminal in weeks)*
*after trying to catch her out at her/their usual hangouts and completely failing (is she totally avoiding me or do I just really suck at timing??), decides he's got to do something... yeah, borderline criminal (what would Lily do?)* *rides his bike out to her father's place and finds his way back through the woods and along the river, right up to the stone wall* *digs his binoculars out of his backpack and carefully peers up at one window in particular yes he feels like a TOTAL CREEPER*
*breathes deeply, takes out his phone and wings a text to a number that's been dead-silent for longer than he can stand to think about* i'm going to climb the trellis again. see you in five. |
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[Aug. 27th, 2010|11:40 am] |
*manages to go about her day-to-day in Gondolin for a little while, but quickly comes to the conclusion that what she really needs is to talk to her boyfriend*
*makes sure that her mother is reasonably nearby before retreating to her room to make the call* |
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[Jul. 10th, 2010|09:34 pm] |
*on his second-to-last day in Gondolin with his father, is out for a walk around town with Lily* *has had a great trip, so far, between spending lots of quality (oh, the quality) time with his girlfriend, hanging out with his cousin and Galadriel, and generally enjoying the benefits of being tight with royalty*
*at the moment, strolling hand-in-hand with her, can almost imagine that he and Lily a normal pair of teenagers in love (omg), and not a pair of fugitives from their families* *...well, okay, so he's not a fugitive in the literal sense, but there's a real threat of nukes, anyway?*
*cranes his neck to look up at yet another tall, shining building* *only half-joking* So, like, if we ever have to seriously run away together, what's say we come here for a while? I'm pretty sure Finrod would put us up, she helped my parents and stuff. Or I could just never leave again, that would work, too. |
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[Jun. 10th, 2010|08:41 pm] |
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*is fairly pleased about having a potential new friend (mostly because she doesn't have all that many friends)* *is less than pleased that the one time she gets to come to Gondolin, her second cousin is also in town (what are the odds?)*
*gets all dolled up and supposes it would be polite to invite her second cousin and, apparently, the son of her sister's friend?* *not that she usually cares about being polite, of course, but should probably make some effort in the country where her sister is Queen*
*heads up to the quarters that were assigned to her (and pretty nice quarters they are too, with two bedrooms and a huge living room, with widescreen TV, etc)* *manages to extract a couple of bottle of vodka from one of the Palace staffers, through a combination of bribery and blackmail* *has a shot of vodka, in the name of experimentation, before the others arrive (and prepares to assume a bored expression if Celeborn arrives first)* |
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[Mar. 27th, 2010|08:32 am] |
*has been walking on air for the past couple weeks, not to mention going out with Domíran as often as possible* *hasn't had to explain her whole situation yet, which is a bit of a relief (Mír was way too close to missing his curfew to take her home)*
*curls up in the living room on a Saturday morning to do some reading* *rather loathes anything that feels so much like schoolwork but she's got to satisfy her curiosity*
*closes the book a half-hour later and, visibly shaken, book in hand, goes to look for the one person in this house she would trust with her life* |
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[Mar. 2nd, 2010|09:48 am] |
*on the evening of the winter formal, barricades herself in her room to get dolled up in her blue dress and do her makeup and hair* *did consider asking her mother to help her, but was afraid she'd expect to meet her boyfriend? date (and she doesn't know if she's ready for that yet)*
*when her makeup is absolutely perfect, her hair a cascade of curls tumbling down her back, finds her coat and clutch and leaves the house as quickly as possible (doesn't think he's paying attention, but she'd like to avoid any difficult questions)* *spares a glance for the ancient (and likely incredibly boring) book she pulled out of her father's library, which she keeps meaning to skim through but hasn't gotten around to yet (well, now is definitely not the time)*
*takes a taxi to Bankside High, having arranged to meet Mír there (despite his hints that he'd really like to pick her up, she's not ready for that yet, either)* *follows the couples and groups of giggly teens toward what turns out to be the glammed-out gym (glammed-out in a cheesy high school-y way, at least)*
*takes her coat off and stands just inside the door, feeling awkward and unusually shy* *doesn't think she's imagining those girls staring and whispering by the punch table* |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2010|10:28 pm] |
*on the night of her date, starts getting ready hours in advance, even though she's just wearing jeans and a simple top and a teeny-tiny bit of makeup (it takes careful preparation to get carelessly windblown hair just right, okay?)*
*when she finally satisfies herself that she looks presentable, bundles up, grabs her pocketbook (double-checking that she's got the crappy tickets), and is driven into town*
*gets out of the car some distance from Patsy's so she can walk the rest of the way* *has already grabbed a table by the time she realizes that she is disastrously early (but ugh, it's freezing outside...I'll just have to wait)* *settles in and tries not to look overeager (which is sort of difficult considering she is)* |
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[Jan. 25th, 2010|07:15 pm] |
*has a date for his school's winter dance, and she's basically the coolest, most gorgeous girl ever* *is vaguely aware that most a few of the girls at his school are heartbroken a little disappointed that he's taken—which, okay, is kinda nice, he supposes?*
*as the day of the dance approaches and the initial excitement (she said yes!) wears off, begins to experience a brand of panic he's not entirely sure how to handle, panic to the tune of what the hell do I do now? and what if I step on her feet? and kiss or no kiss?* *does ask his dad whether it's hard to dance, at which point he's subjected to an embarrassing but overall hilarious attempt at a lesson god his parents are such dorks sometimes*
*finally remembers a few important details, such as the fact that he has no idea where or when he's acquiring his date* *brings up her number in his phone at least four times in the space of an afternoon, practicing his opening line very quietly to himself* Hi. Hiya. Hey. This is Mír? It's Domíran. Hi, Lily, it's me, Mír. Hey, how're you? HI. *oh god why can't he sound even a little bit cool??*
*eventually just presses Send before he can rethink it, resigning himself to the fact that he's going to sound stupid, so he might as well try to be cute-stupid* |
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[Nov. 30th, 2009|11:36 am] |
*after a couple nights spent shacked up in the Savoy, being a fully funded self-sufficient woman (i.e. buying movies and raiding the minibar with abandon), came to the conclusion that living on her own totally sucks*
*considers calling her uncle (but he already checks on her constantly and she doesn't want to give him the satisfaction) or her mother (she misses her, but she needs to think about what—or who—she's done) or even Finduilas (she's a television star, so her life must be exciting, and maybe she has some good advice for the wild and crazy single girl who misses her mommy and her bed and her horses)*
*sighs and shoves her phone in her handbag and just goes out into town to see what there is to see* |
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[Oct. 25th, 2009|05:58 pm] |
*heads home after football practice, freshly-showered and lugging his gear in an oversized duffel, a wide smile practically tattooed to his face* *is positively glowing with the compliment his coach gave him earlier on the field—that he might be a wide receiver this season, but if he keeps up the way he is, he could make quarterback next year*
*is excited to get home and tell his parents (especially his dad), but decides to circle around the long way and take a look at the OU field on the way* *does that once in a while, especially before a big game* *gets a little psyched-up just thinking about playing at the college level (and now he'll dream of being the frosh QB)*
*about halfway across the campus, reaches into his bag for his water bottle, only to realize that he left it at school* *is pretty sure he'll die of thirst if he waits till he gets home, after the way the coach ran them today* *ducks into the closest building that looks open—Riverside Music Hall, according to the big letters on the side—and proceeds to wander in search of a drinking fountain* |
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