Angel Grove Net

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Audition: SMASHED

Enjolras: MINE

This being a fictional character in this universe, with fictional character friends gets weird sometimes.
So do I go method, which has hilarious potential, or do my own thing? Hmm.

W4VHIS ////

H8SJLLO///

DEAR LISTENERS.

THERE IS A STRANGE LIQUID FALLING FROM THE SKY! I am not entirely sure just what this liquid is, or if it is dangerous. But it is clear, transparent, substance that is cold to the touch. I was only out in it for a moment, and so far nothing has happened to me.

Just to be safe however, listeners, I would stay inside today. Until we discover what this strange sky liquid wants.

Also, on another note!I've been told that today is a holiday. Valentines day! Now, I wouldn't call it much of a holiday, as the hearts are made of chocolate and not actual hearts. And lets not forget the valentine aftermath, which is the true spirit of the holiday.

I will leave you now listeners, for I want to try these 'chocolate strawberries' that were given to me.

But...I do not understand at all. They lined me up and shot me, the lot of guardsmen, whilst I tried to gather information for our side, that if our barricade fell, at least I could have passed it to one of the others. And I could not get back and they seized me and it was terriying and dreadful and I had never felt so alive as...

Do you know how things have NEVER been so beautiful as when you are about to die?

Yet, it appears death has been transcended to a new place and plane and way of existence if I am willing to undertake it.

My name is Jean Prouvaire, but call me Jehan, most recently of Paris, only now....I've no idea where I've ended up actually. Someone care to explain?

So the twins are finally home.

I forgot how much I missed our own bed. But they're both so beautiful... and so tiny. Holding them kinda chokes me up. Because they are so dependent on 'Ponine and I.
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Typically, it seems that, given one's, (well, my, but let us say one because it seems so much less personal and thus I can ignore it from a greater distance) idiotic behavior and foibles and moments of less than totally heroic proportions and heartbreaks (though this is hardly a heartbreak and more of an embarrassing lapse in drunken judgement), one (self) might comfort himself in writing poetry of the experience.

Generally, these horrible experiences tend to right themselves when they can be placed in verse, arranged prettily in words upon a page for others to experience, and in the sharing of emotions and their appropriate conveyance.

Generally and typically, of course. The "Accidental Valentine Affair, as I've seen put to call it, should span thousands of thousands upon words, and rhymes and reasons. It is the perfect food for any romantic heart, as much as Duke Orsino and The Immortal Bard would have us look to music. Music has its roots in pain as well, and my flute and I have surely spent much time together in long and miserable dwindling hours at home, but again, this time, no inspiration from my horrible mistake, my drunk debauchery and the embarrassing results that I might channel into work.

It really IS most unfair that one may have a most unsatisfying night, and a full two weeks later, cannot even turn it into something useful. By the Gods, whatever Gods may be, can I not have something of a use for the awful sex? One ought to think my muses did approve of this by now.

...Okay, what the hell did I drink.

Say hello to Olivia Beth Dashing( 4lbs 2oz and 13in long), And Benjamin Elijah Dashing (4lbs 8oz, 15in long). Éponine is still exhausted, they were born 7:07am and 7:26am this morning (8 weeks early, the little things). Ben was born first. They have to stay in the hospital for like three weeks, so does Éponine. I can be contacted through text as I am not going to leave their side. They even have a larger bed we were moved to that we can share. I am so happy to be a dad.
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Valentines Day....the day for people to get flowers, candy and cards. Why is it that people express their love on one day. Shouldn't it be everyday?

I need to find something to pass my time, maybe a hobby. I could pick up reading, a good book is always nice.

I... Searching what they call youtube and I fell upon something that has brought me to tears... I never before thought they would see me. That I had people who longed for me and my night. For the coolness and the magic of the stars. How beautiful the lullaby of the slumbering ground and flora. Please if you so wish, look and listen.
Song of the Night
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Oy...that was one bloody hell of a New Years Party I went to.

Bonne année et bonne santé!

The Englsushf is: HppyNEw yaer of course and happys happie new yer to this commune!

We ares at the pub wish Barrel and Jehan and even Jolllllllllllly has declined to frown at me for drinking. Barrel did have to break up three fights and got a little bruised but remained victor in the end. So this is what his job cosigns of. So far it has been a very good evening. Lot's of dancing and kissing and the party bus will be taking us home in a few hours.

The new nw year is...

i really really like it, actually. If only we still had a few of the pope we miss most in this world but it IS a lot of fun regardless. Ian glad we went out after all, and my luck seems to be hlding firmly.

maybe, finally this YEar will be a change?

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So I'm going to regale you with a tale of someone who went out, was fed way to many shots, got super wasted and now has a date with one of the security guards from the building but has no idea what her name is. That someone is me

What.... what is this thing? I... everyone dresses so weird... and it took me a whole day to figure out how to... get the words on this.

So. What precisely IS this Thanksgiving thing, and did it not take place before all Hallows? According to Bahorel, it was in October? Any clearing up of this would be helpful.

In other topics vaguely relating to the upcoming holiday,I've found a recipe for authentic gingerbread from the 15th century. Would anyone be willing to taste that if I tried to make it? And is anywhere here selling holly as of yet?

Might there be any chance of getting a flute, cheaply enough and resuming some sort of music lessons here? I do miss playing more and more, particularly as my muse, when gifted with a burst of melancholy, seems to be producing some lovely stuff that would work better set to music than as a poem alone.

I...do not often share, but a lady in particular, who was wronged in this instance by me might very well be interested to see what she managed to inspire in me, particularly as I reflect upon the things I've learned from her and of myself and those bounds of society which managed to hold me back and ultimately proved our downfall.

Normally, I'd not intend to throw this out into the masses, as a product of her pain, but I DO intend for her to see it, and know my texts or emails won't be answered so here it is, really.

Please, do not be gentle.

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This has been, in fact, one of the more awkward evening/early mornings of my life.