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[Mar. 28th, 2011|03:02 am] |
*Goes for a wander around town to get some air (Loves spring! Everything's so crisp! And fresh! And bursting with potential!)*
*Goes wherever her feet take her and winds up in some up-market shopping district and does a little window-shopping.*
*Stops outside a boutique displaying a full-length, sequined, red dress in its window.*
*Thinks it's very sparkly-pretty but definitely not for her (it's not grey, black, or navy blue. Or a trouser suit).* |
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[Feb. 20th, 2011|08:35 pm] |
*Has spent much of her weekend running around town, catching up on errands, which has not done wonders for her mood, especially given her latest attempt to give up smoking.* *Just finished doing battle with the queues in a supermarket, only to venture out into a sudden cloudburst.*
*Waits at the bus stop while she mentally swears at the weather forecasters for not forseeing this (cloudy with sunny intervals my arse).* *Waits and waits and waits* *Switches her wrath to the public transport network.*
*Decides to run for cover under a nearby shop-awning, a shop which just happens to be a traditional Tobacconist.* *Scans the window display and is suddenly overcome with the strangest desire to buy some snuff (hasn't had snuff in ages!).* *Purchases a box of camphor snuff, then goes back outside to wait for this damn bus. Without really thinking, reaches into the box, takes out a pinch and snorts it.*
*Very quickly realises that the pinch was rather larger than is advisable, then remembers that she's never, ever had snuff before so what the hell possessed her to -*
*Sneezes.* *And again.* *And again.* *Puts a hand up to her nose and it comes away red. Rummages in her bags to see if she bought any tissues and no, of course she didn't.* |
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[Feb. 11th, 2011|10:24 pm] |
*Is woken up by her alarm clock, which she promptly beats into submission (might possibly hate that thing even more than nicotine gum).*
*Reaches over for a pad and pen she's taken to keeping on her bedside cabinet and sits up so she can start noting down what she dreamt about that night.*
Let's see...I was at work...then I was at the mall, but I don't remember how I got there. Pete was there too...at least I think it was Pete, I bought a handbag...and then all my teeth fell out.
*Cocks her head as she reads what she's just written.* This is ridiculous.
*Chucks the notepad away and gets up, throwing on a robe.*
*Definitely needs coffee to deal with this bullcrap.* |
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[Jan. 30th, 2011|02:42 am] |
*Is glued to the front desk because the phones have been going mad all day (an unspecified crisis in another province will do that).*
*This is stressful enough but she wouldn't let it bother her under normal circumstances but circumstances are not normal because someone has stolen her cigarettes and replaced them with a pack of nicotine gum.*
*Unwraps a stick of gum and starts chewing while she cross-references phone messages by time-stamp and alphabetically (has already arranged her pens by size and colour).*
Urgh. This tastes like ass. |
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[Jan. 5th, 2011|07:28 pm] |
*following a leisurely Erumas, spent in Vinyamar, with very little done by way of work (just the merest bit of rum-running and the removal of some goods here and there)*
*bids his parents goodbye (and his mother gives him a packed lunch, d'awww) and makes his way to Gondolin* Eru, it's been a while.
*checks into a boutique hotel in town and, after lunch, ventures into the city, to see how much or little it has changed since Arda (the fact that it's not just been razed to the ground helps with the first impression, certainly)* |
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[Sep. 12th, 2010|11:07 pm] |
*Arrives home early after an uncharacteristically quiet day at The Flower and flops onto the couch.*
*Looks around the flat's usual clutter and mess and is overcome with an equally unusual desire to tidy-up.*
*Sorts the magazines under the coffee table in order of size (Largest on the bottom, smallest on the top). Next, tackles the dishes in the sink, dries them, then stacks them (again, big plates on the bottom, small on top, bowls stacked on the shelf above, glasses in one cupboard, mugs in another, all with their handles turned to the right).*
*Organises the laundry, actually irons and folds it for a change and designates a particular drawer or section of the cupboards for each item of clothing.*
*Vacuums the carpets, then takes the nozzle off the end of the tube and runs it over the vacuum itself just in case it got a bit dirty during the process.*
*Sits back down, tapping her fingers on her knees restlessly, before deciding to re-organise the cutlery drawer. Maybe give it all a polish while she's at it; cutlery can never be too shiny.* |
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[Mar. 3rd, 2010|10:24 pm] |
*For future reference, marks this month down as a month from hell after the worst pants-to-mail ratio she's ever seen.*
*Decides she's earned a night on the town after all that lace and elastic.*
*Needs cocktails and needs them now.* |
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[Feb. 14th, 2010|05:56 pm] |
*Is enjoying another fun day of job (in)security.*
*Answers the phone and answers in the same way for the umpteenth time.*
Good morning, House of the Flower, Becky speaking, how can I help you? No, I'm sorry, he's indisposed. No. Can I take a message? No, indisposed. Mm-hm. Ye-es, indisposed. No, I can't, I'm sorry. No, you can't speak to my superior because I told you already, he's indisposed. thanks you, good-bye.
*Decides to stick on the radio to pass the time until-*
*sighs* Good morning House of the Flower Becky Speaking how can I help you sorry the lord of the house is indisposed can I take a message no all right then thank you good bye.
*Turns on the radio.* |
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[Nov. 28th, 2009|07:57 pm] |
*gets it into his head to stretch his legs, as it's coming into flu season (one of his busiest times of year!)*
*goes to Gondolin (it's been a while) and settles in a café, not really noticing that all of the other tables around him fill up, though the tables next to his are the last to fill up and the waitress really isn't being all that attentive to his continued caffeine needs*
*sits, stretching his legs out in front of him, and waits for someone of interest to pass by* |
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[Nov. 6th, 2009|08:41 pm] |
*Has another ordinary day on the front desk until she ends up puppy sitting.*
*Finds that this breaks up the monotony immensely but has the drawback of drastically reducing her working vocabulary to baby talk and assorted nonsense syllables.*
Who's a good widdle girl then? YOU are! Yesh you are! Oh thassa waggy tail! Whatchoo saying? Are you trying to talk? Rarroo. Rarroo? RARROO. Oh you're such a cutie. |
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[Sep. 23rd, 2009|10:14 pm] |
*Is indeed, not stupid and knows that something's up.*
*Hears that Glorfindel is back in town so takes a wander over to the Flower.*
*Shuffles through the lobby looking out for him, when he spots a sign on the front desk that says, "INFORMATION."*
*Stands on his tip-toes.* Excuse me? What's a good way to cheer up a lady? |
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[Aug. 2nd, 2009|09:26 pm] |
*Stashes a gym bag under the Flower's front desk (is NOT going to work the front desk in a t-shirt and sweat-pants, thank you very much).*
*Flicks through a book on self-defence during the day's quieter moments.*
*Begins to have second thoughts about this whole self-defence lesson-thing with Erestor and Duilien.*
*Reads, muttering to herself.* "Use the attacker's own momentum against him..." Or, you know, could just taser the fecker... |
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[Jun. 7th, 2009|10:15 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &duilin&egalmoth, &ecthelion&elemmakil, &ecthelion&erestor, &egalmoth&elemmakil, &elemmakil&erestor, &elemmakil&hendor, @gondolin:elemmakil's, @gondolin:hendor's, duilin, ecthelion, egalmoth, elemmakil, erestor, hendor, mac, nico | ] |
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*having decided that everyone who has been working their arses off helping out at the Flower deserves a thank you, concocts a plan with her flatmate to have a small gathering at their flat*
*dispenses invitations by text to pretty much everyone in her phonebook (as Becky does the same) and comes to the conclusion that this will be less a small gathering and more an actual party*
*ensures that the fridge is well-stocked with booze and that she is dolled up to the nines on the evening of the party* *looks around the flat and looks at Becky* Well. We're long overdue a house-warming anyway. It may coincide with our eviction but at least it'll be a great party. |
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[May. 30th, 2009|09:08 pm] |
*Works late at the Flower, heading-off calls from media vultures types sniffing around for information on Glorfindel's latest stint at rehab.*
*Heads home, looking around for a take-out because being asked to cook after a day like this would clearly be cruel and unusual punishment.*
*Really isn't paying attention to her surroundings and shrieks in surprise when a passer-by makes a grab for her handbag.*
*Instinctively wrenches it back and staggers away a few steps, before realising that her attacker isn't going anywhere.*
*Thinks right now would be a really good moment for deployment of pepper-spray.*
*If she had pepper-spray that is.*
*shit* |
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[May. 11th, 2009|09:10 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &ecthelion&elemmakil, &ecthelion&erestor, &elemmakil&erestor, &elemmakil&hendor, @gondolin, @gondolin:flower, @gondolin:fountain, ecthelion, elemmakil, erestor, hendor, john smith, vaire | ] |
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*Is having a rather slow day on the Flower front deak.*
*Thinks that on the minus side, the job can get a little dull what with the phone answering, mechanical smiling and light filing...plus she still hasn't met the boss.*
*But on the plus side her skills in solitaire, tetris and tea-making have come on leaps and bounds.* |
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[May. 4th, 2009|11:46 pm] |
*early in the morning, manages to work up the courage to leave his apartment (aided by a shot of whiskey and a stern talking-to from his mother)* *clutches his bag against his chest as she shepherds him through the Flower and does not make eye-contact with a single one of his employees (and so he cannot see their shocked or not-shocked expressions)*
*sits quietly in the back of the taxi, trembling very minutely, and worrying at his thumbnail (ignoring his mother's sharp reprimand that there will be nothing left) and is surprised when the taxi pulls up at the station* *climbs out of the car, legs wobbling slightly, and is utterly disoriented as he looks up at the station* |
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[May. 4th, 2009|11:04 pm] |
*Through the wonders of feminine intuition, divines that her erstwhile flatmate has had a bad day.*
*Ensures that Bad Day At The Office contingencies are in place:
Ice Cream in the freezer: Check.
Wide selection of take out menus on display: Check.
Dirty dancing DVD: In the player, ready to go.* |
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[May. 3rd, 2009|03:02 pm] |
*after another few days of scrambling to get through the House's work (Glorfindel would have to have a relapse or the flu or whatever the Mandos is wrong with him just at the start of the tourist season), finally turns her attention to Ecthelion's request*
*after a very short time, trawling through online searches and a couple of phone calls to contacts in the Cape region, realises that Vairë is very elusive or doesn't exist* *blows air out through her teeth with irritation and picks up the phone to place a call to one of the guys who worked on the Flower construction*
*thinks nothing more of it until another day has passed (and still no sign of the Lord of the House) and a package lands on her desk* *opens it and slides out a set of keys*
*bites her lip and, having gathered up some files, makes her way up to Glorfindel's apartment and ... lets herself in* (*almost feels that she should be armed*) |
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[Apr. 26th, 2009|03:07 pm] |
*decides there is a definite upside of Boyfriend status the current relationship situation is continued and regular contact* (*and it's so much better than those weeks when he was an idiot lacked said contact*)
*as such, swings by the Flower at the end of the work day to pick up Tanya for dinner* |
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[Mar. 31st, 2009|11:36 pm] |
*arrives home from work, with a bottle of wine and takeaway pizza* *places both on the kitchen table and sits at the table, arms crossed, staring at the tribute she has brought while she waits for Becky to come home*
*inwardly rehearses what she is going to say* (So the strangest thing happened today) (So, when I said I never wanted to see Egalmoth again after the way he talked to Dylan)*
*sighs and rests her chin on the table* |
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