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[Mar. 15th, 2011|10:56 pm] |
*holy shitballs and fuck, in that order*
*practically flies to the Arch the minute she gets the news, with Mac and a small flock of rustled-up Swallows in tow*
*jumps out of the car, directing her people to make themselves useful* *jogs right past the barricades and flashing lights and keeps her eyes peeled for her ome House-twin buddy old pal fellow lord* *and Penlodh, too, dammit, if he didn't get his dumb ass killed this time* |
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[Jun. 21st, 2010|07:37 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &duilin&ecthelion, &ecthelion&estella, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &erestor&merry, &estella&glorfindel, &estella&merry, @gondolin, danielle, duilin, ecthelion, erestor, estella, georgia, glorfindel, merry | ] |
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*on the eve of Danielle's last show at the Cat's Eye, spends a good two hours flailing around the house with her roomies, dolling up to absolute perfection (favorite emerald-green strapless mini, check! favorite red four-inchers, check!)* *it's a big deal, after all—the last of their trio is finally getting out of the biz for good, and they're going to have extra (special) company along for the ride!* *is determined to be excited about this, yes, because any alternative will have her drowning some degree of mortification in booze which is a distinct possibility anyway*
*some hours later, finds herself thoroughly ensconced within the club's booming-bass, smoking-neon atmosphere* *procured a table right up by the stage, of course, so they'll have a great view of the main event* *in the meantime, makes herself busy by keeping her dress tugged up/down, ignoring former clients' curious stares, and maintaining a semblance of sobriety* *...is having a bit more luck with the first two* |
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[Jan. 4th, 2010|09:09 pm] |
*heads over to Ecthelion's office late one morning, armed with a few phone messages and a cinammon roll from the break room* *would normally email the messages, and hasn't dared intrude on her boss' brooding space with something so inane as food in several weeks, but has decided that enough is enough* *anyway, Tanya will back her up if things backfire too badly*
*knocks on Ecthelion's door and peeks inside, all hopeful smiles* Sir? Do you have a moment? |
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[Nov. 19th, 2008|10:33 pm] |
*drops her penitent and half-sauced Twin off at his House before jumping back on her original course*
*arrives in at the Fountain and breezes through the front foyer* Heya, Pete. Ecthelion in his cave? *waves* Nah, don't bother, I'll surprise him.
*makes her way up to her fellow Lord's office and bumps the door the rest of the way open* *non-combatively brightly conversationally* Hey, Bubs! Got a few? |
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[Oct. 10th, 2008|05:06 pm] |
*has spent much of her time closeted in her office since the senior staff meeting, going over things with a fine-toothed comb in light of Ecthelion's revelations* *as far as theories go, can't come up with anything better than what's already on the table (I believe this threat to be personal), but is hoping another look-through might inspire a good argument against Ecthelion's proposed solution (I will take the trouble with me)* (*an argument he might actually listen to, that is, since he's likely already heard variations on "don't be stupid" and "this is suicide"*)
*several hours later, is frustrated and no closer to a brilliant epiphany than she was before* *glances up at the clock (late afternoon already?), knowing that her fellow Lord is due to leave early the next morning*
*makes a quick decision and dials Ecthelion's cellular* |
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[Oct. 5th, 2008|06:24 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &duilin&ecthelion, &duilin&egalmoth, &ecthelion&egalmoth, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &ecthelion&rog, &ecthelion&salgant, &ecthelion&tuor, &rog&salgant, @gondolin:palace, duilin, ecthelion, egalmoth, glorfindel, rog, salgant, tuor, turgon | ] |
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*arrives at the palace and makes his way to the main conference room for the regular senior staff meeting*
*sees he is the first to arrive and so takes his appointed place at the table to get situated and wait for the others*
*carefully lays out his notes and wishes he wrote down what he wants to say so he could just recite it and not have to look at anyone's reactions while he says it* |
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[Aug. 16th, 2008|10:36 pm] |
*finishes her shift about two hours after she thought she would which would be fine except that her mobile phone battery has died and his number is on her phone and she's no good at remembering numbers (that aren't blood test results or vital signs)*
*grabs a quick shower in the on-call room and dashes out through the paeds wing of the hospital* *is stopped by a couple of the nurses from the paediatric ward* No no no, I'm officially not here. Page Dwight, he's on now! *scurries off and calls, over his shoulder* No, it's not a date, I'm not even wearing make-up!
*makes her way to a Telerin bistro on Court Street and thinks it looks sort of like they're shutting down for the night??* |
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[Aug. 15th, 2008|05:04 pm] |
*is out on her Friday evening run, the route of which takes her right past the House of the Fountain*
*as she does every third such occasion, decides to stop by and say hi* *knows Ecthelion'll be in--the poor guy doesn't exactly have a social life, y'know?* (*despite best efforts*)
*jogs into the courtyard, all short shorts and long legs and flushed cheeks, and tosses off a cheery salute to the guards/clerks* Hey, boys! Somebody go fetch the boss, yeah? And tell him to bring an apple or something!
*watches the men scramble to comply and glances down at her chest in private amusement* I wonder if I was that bad before I made your acquaintance, ladies? We'll have to ask Eggs sometime. |
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