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[Mar. 13th, 2010|08:05 pm] |
*is not having a good day* *was having a good day until she shook off her minders and wandered through the biggest shopping mall in Delving* *saw the cutest sweater but definitely didn't have enough money on her to pay for it (and was parted from her credit card by her stupid parents who are in stupid Gondolin visiting her stupid nephew and she wasn't even allowed go to stupid Lindon to see her stupid father)*
*thought she could probably sneak the sweater out of the store and would have succeeded, too, except that she walked straight into that stupid pregnant woman*
*is currently sitting in a windowless room in the security department of the shopping mall, swinging her feet backward and forward* |
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[Oct. 21st, 2009|10:13 pm] |
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*has had an incredibly busy week, between proposing to his girlfriend, finding out she's already married, and oh yes, remembering another lifetime (in which he was not an actor) (in which he really did kick a lot of ass)* *actually, busy may not even be the word, but he doesn't have anything comparable to go on*
*in the days following his and Ethan's crash memory recall, stops in to see Amarië and informs her that he's taking an emergency leave of absence* *isn't really surprised when she seems unimpressed by the revelation that he's Elrond Peredhel's son, but thinks she might be a tiny bit impressed when he doesn't fidget or blush even once (she didn't fire him on the spot, anyway)* *also spends a day at his Órë-parents' house wow that's a strange way to think of them, explaining and re-explaining and reassuring the Burkholders that he's still their son, even if he remembers being someone else's, too*
*is in no way prepared for the next part when he and Ethan (and Jason the interpreter) step off the train in Delving, duffels hastily packed and Internet directions in hand* *waits until they're all packed into a taxi before wriggling around to sign to his brother* We're sure they aren't on vacation? |
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[Aug. 31st, 2009|06:10 pm] |
*arrives back at the apartment complex in Delving after a fulfilling-and-full day of work (or getting in fights with other driver's managers)*
*sits in the car for a few moments, finishing off a final, if rather restrained, argument with Clint's manager* *is good enough at her job to emerge victorious and with the promise of a public apology*
*swings her car open and is about to step out when she hears an unexpected oof* |
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[Aug. 10th, 2009|12:07 pm] |
*has had a restful few days of doing not much more than sleep (dream) or watch television or tapes of old races*
*despite this calm pleasantness, does have the rather odd impression that this is unusual for him, though he knows he hasn't given an archery lesson or done anything very different or exciting in a long time*
*goes out for a short drive and ends up wandering around a market not too far from his apartment complex, wondering if perhaps he ought to call Ossë or Amillo to see if they want to hang out, or maybe go home and say hello to that cute mortal girl who just moved in next door*
*idly looks over some melons and wishes Yavanna was about to tell him which ones are ripe* |
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[Apr. 18th, 2009|09:49 pm] |
*Decided to stay in middle earth for a little while to see the sights before going straight back to Ilmarin.*
*Got a train to Delving so she could have a nosey around there.*
*Wanders around the central business district with a distinct spring in her step as she gets a text.*
*Decides this calls for a celebration so chooses a suitably classy looking wine bar for a drink.* |
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[Apr. 13th, 2009|04:05 pm] |
*Figures he'd best stick to his word and get in touch with Varda, lest he face the Wrath of Ilmarë, or worse still, the Bottle Lip Quiver of Ilmarë.*
*Dials at least three times before pressing 'send,' before finally mustering up the courage to call.*
*Sort of hopes that there's shouting. Can deal with shouting far better than icy cold silences.* |
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[Mar. 16th, 2009|07:49 pm] |
*Walks back to his hotel late at night.*
*Shakes his head at a passing drunk and winces internally as he accepts that was him a week ago.*
*Walks backwards and takes a second look at him when he realises said drunk is singing boisterously in Valarin.* |
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[Mar. 14th, 2009|08:43 pm] |
*Takes a break from working in the lab and goes to the kitchen for a teabreak.*
*Takes out the milk to discover that the carton is empty.*
*mutters* Who puts the empty carton gack in the fridge and who uses it in the first place despite the fact that it CLEARLY has "Aulendil's milk" written on it black marker pen?
*Decides he's going into Delving for a pint.*
*He may even have two!* |
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[Mar. 5th, 2009|12:34 am] |
*Decides to give this affording guidance and wisdom to the kindreds thing a try so he heads into Menegroth and sets about people watching from a public bench.*
*Must confess, is far more used to overseeing from a distance in Ilmarin and sending agents to do the groundwork instead.*
*Were there as many happy couples wandering around back then?*
*Doesn't think so.*
*No. There's more.*
*Dammit.* |
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[Feb. 19th, 2009|11:38 pm] |
*Wakes up on the floor of a hotel room...somewhere.*
*Blinks at a chink of sunlight coming through the gap between the curtains as he slowly tries to piece together what's happened to him.*
Argument with the wife, got kicked out, stayed at Ulmo's for a while, decided to sort fucking life out, then...
*Frowns and scratches his head before noticing the significantly cleared-out minibar.*
Oh.
*Fumbles for the phone on the bedside table and takes a good couple of minutes to work out that he needs to dial '0' for an outside line.* |
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[Oct. 26th, 2008|07:11 pm] |
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*thinks the nature of activity in Gondolin at the moment merits a visit to check out the "night life"*
*locks up the B&B and heads out from Delving*
*reincorporates in an alley just outside the main shopping district* |
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[Oct. 21st, 2008|02:27 pm] |
*while eating lunch (grilled cheese), leans over to grab her milk and inadvertantly presses against the remote, changing the channel from her favorite show (Drew's Clues) to the twelve o'clock news* *watches in horror as they play and replay the footage of the Gondolin attack, burning buildings and roaring water and a flying machine going down in flames*
*lets out and ear-piercing shriek and, when Hildie comes to see what the matter is, hits her upside the head with her lunch tray, knocking her unconscious*
*leaves the house quickly, walking far from home, constantly looking around her for the attack she knows is coming* |
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[Oct. 5th, 2008|09:15 pm] |
*loiters on a street corner in the heart of Delving, a pair of plain duffels (one olive-green, one cone-orange) piled at his feet, both hands casually tucked into his pockets*
*squints up at the street signs, and at the surrounding buildings, then finally grins at his two companions and their fold-out map*
So, this is definitely the beginning of a joke, right? "How many electricians does it take to find a hotel?" Oh, wait, I've got it-- "A master and two journeymen walk into a bar..." Except we'd need a bar for that one.
*off their looks (long-suffering and amused, respectively)* Okay! Who's volunteering to make like a tourist and ask for directions? Anyone? |
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[Sep. 25th, 2008|02:51 am] |
*stands in a stunned stupor for a long, long, long while, his phone lying forgotten on the tiny kitchenette countertop* *finally has to sit down, right there on the bare floor, because he really doesn't think his legs will support him much longer*
*runs his (shaking) hands through his hair and takes a few deep breaths* *calm, calm* *won't freak out* (*not yet, anyway*)
*reaches up to the counter and fumbles blindly for the phone* *( hits #1 on the speed dial )*
*that done, gets himself around and heads out to his mini-mart job, armed with a fresh two-week notice* *might be a bouncing just a little as he walks, is so excited now!* |
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[Sep. 22nd, 2008|11:15 am] |
*decides to sit in on the callbacks while she re-writes the last Alasdair/Colby scene* *has no idea what she's going to do with Colby's plotline, since the actor portraying Alasdair has decided not to move with the rest of the production, but is determined to come up with something before the end of the day*
*lends half an ear to the ongoing dialogue between her casting director and the auditioning hopefuls, only offering commentary when one particularly snags her attention (for better or worse)(mostly worse)*
*is in the middle of coming up with a halfway workable excuse for Alasdair's departure when the name "Finduilas" catches her ear* *doesn't look up from the script in her lap, but tunes in to the proceedings in time to learn that the young man about to read seems to know Finduilas-- at least, she gave his headshot to the director in the first place (a somewhat odd turn for her)*
*can't help but be curious (knows absolutely nothing about her actors' personal lives, and doesn't much care to know, but where there's one bit of relative competence, perhaps there might be more?)* *casually lifts her bottled water from its ice bucket and sips, watching the pretty face on the mini-screen* |
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[Sep. 7th, 2008|08:34 pm] |
*ventures around Lindon with Haleth a little more after Gil-Galad takes off for college again*
*stops in at a general store a ways east of there, gets lunch and some photos developed when he sees they have a 1-hour printing* (*particularly amused at a self-portrait that shows only the top of their heads with a pretty wide view of mountains behind them*)
*has a sudden wonder if his mother knows where he is* *...which is really sort of a new thing actually* *gets a calling card* *phones Finduilas from a payphone outside the store* |
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[Aug. 26th, 2008|08:00 pm] |
*reconsitutes herself in her apartment quite some time after race-day (aka the worst day of her Órë-bound life to date)* *seriously considered hiding out in a volcano for a week or a month or longer but hasn't fought tooth and nail to stay corporeal for so long just so she can wuss out now*
*puts on the kettle and walks over to check her answering machine* |
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[Aug. 24th, 2008|05:59 pm] |
*loiters around outside the Delving As Órë Turns on-location set, chewing on his pinky nail and glancing through the backlog of placed calls on his cell phone*
*glances at the red-circled newspaper ad in his other hand, then double-checks the number in his phone* *sighs* *was wondering if maybe he'd been dialing the wrong number or something--hasn't been able to get ahold of anyone about the casting call* *granted, it's a few weeks old, but the set's still up so maybe they could still use an extra somewhere...?*
*leans back against the building and watches traffic for a while, wondering if he could get away with just walking in and introducing himself to whatever head-honchos are inside* (*and wondering if he'd have the guts to do it without stammering and stumbling all over himself like a moron*) |
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[Aug. 11th, 2008|09:47 am] |
*has honestly enjoyed having her daughter and son-in-law at home, despite the occasional grumblings*
*can't wait to meet her new grandbaby, either, of course*
*takes a stroll through the city with Lúthien, because she likes to be seen out in public as much as possible, to reassure people that she's really there* *it's really quite touching how much people seem to have missed her* |
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[Aug. 10th, 2008|06:33 pm] |
*after a mad dash to the airport in Gondolin, two unscheduled layovers (flight #1 experienced engine trouble, flight #2 had a pilot go into anaphylactic shock--damned shellfish), no less than three implacably screaming children, and a nauseating round of Pretend The Passenger Next To Me Doesn't Smell Of Warm Mayonnaise, has finally made it to Menegroth*
*needless to say, will need a wind-down before he has to be civil to anyone*
*consults a pamphlet and heads to one of the recommended pubs* *plonks down on a barstool, stashing his suitcase and carry-on at his feet, and orders something nice and strong*
*a few swigs later, realizes how pathetic it is that his first stop in Menegroth is a drinking establishment* *okay, doesn't usually resort to alcohol, but the layovers. and the screaming. and the warm mayonnaise. DON'T JUDGE.*
*chuckles quietly to himself and pulls out his cell phone* *speed dial #2, plik-plikkity-plik, Send!*
Twenty minutes in Menegroth, already drinking. Time for rehab.
*clearly has no idea* |
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pissed off
bitchy
calm
scared
curious
uncomfortable
drunk
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frustrated
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