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[Sep. 13th, 2010|08:34 pm] |
*is busily forwarding the last batch of pre-lunch emails, including several destined for the newly-appointed Fountain Second, when her cell phone goes off in her purse*
*fishes it out one-handed without taking her eyes from the screen (hmm, Tanya or Toby, Tanya or Toby?)*, figuring it's one of her housemates inquiring about her lunch plans* *ha, has wrangled a date today!*
*glances at the caller ID and nearly drops the phone in shock* *quickly answers before she can think better of it* Hello? |
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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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[Jun. 16th, 2010|09:01 pm] |
*is out walking the invisible cat, leaving his boyfriend to have a talk with Glorfindel* *can't help but be a little hurt, but is making a supreme effort to muscle that down right quick; Glorfindel's known Jackie a helluva lot longer, and it's not like he, Doc, is having any kind of luck* *which hurts, too*
*doesn't know where to go, really, but figures he might as well wander a circuit around the biggest landmark nearby—the House of the Fountain, looming large and pristine just a block or two away* *heads in that direction, nice and easy, enjoying the lazy, sunny-Saturday weather for all that it's a feeble distraction from his worry*
*eventually comes within view of the House's back end, where the green lawns and glittering fountains catch his eye* *smiles at the thought that this truly is such an Elvish city (a place past any simple Halfling's understanding, even if they're all a collection of plain janes these days, Elf and hobbit alike)*
*hears a loud, pitch-perfect whistle and, in answer, a dog's rambunctious barking* *follows the sounds curiously, if only because he has nothing else to do* |
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[Apr. 6th, 2010|10:24 pm] |
*somewhere around the eight-day mark, stops trying to fix every typo and transposition, and instead focuses on regulating traffic at a constant, relatively orderly pace* *keeps running post-it lists of Things To Do and People To Call, separating each heading into subheadings (Urgent, Standby, Backburner) and sticking the lists to Erestor's computer monitor every time she visits his office to make sure he's still conscious* *sends the stuff requiring a lot of higher thought processes to Tanya*
*has also started wearing her comfortable clogs to work instead of her pumps, since now her direct report isn't right next door and she's making a lot more trips around the House* (*keeps the good shoes under her desk just in case, though!*)
*slips into Erestor's office around lunchtime on day nine, post-its in one hand, her purse in the other* *without preamble* Gage called for you, I sent him to voicemail. Something about tomorrow's one-thirty. *leaning over to stick the fresh post-its to the monitor* So, where to today? Mafia? Which Sands? |
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[Mar. 26th, 2010|10:06 pm] |
*is carefully deposited on his couch, where he immediately slumps back into the people-eating cushions and blinks at the late afternoon sunlight streaming through the window* *mumbles* Feels weird bein' home so early. Like. Really weird.
*wrinkles his nose and forces a yawn, sighing grumpily* Ears're still ringing. *directs a woeful (if somewhat unfocused) look up at his transportation for the day* So much for the spotless record, huh? |
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[Feb. 22nd, 2010|01:21 pm] |
*sits alone at her dining room table, poking her half-eaten dinner-for-one and gently trying to prop up the last not-quite-wilted flower in her bouquet* *an effort which becomes moot when that final bloom gives up the fight and drops from its stem, flopping uselessly to the tabletop*
*sighs morosely (it's been a week since she placed yet another ad, trying to reconnect with her mystery man (if only to apologize and explain him away), but the paper's been dead silent)* *flicks the flower and addresses the empty air in a fit of pique* Fine. Be like that, you shy jerk. Forget it. *lipwobble* Forget it.
*starts when her mobile goes off* *doesn't feel like talking to anyone right now, but picks it up to check the ID anyway* *...and freezes* *...and for no reason she can rightly discern, presses Talk* |
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[Jan. 23rd, 2010|05:32 pm] |
*is in Buckleburgh for the weekend, visiting her brother and brother's girlfriend (who's actually turned out to be a cool chick to hang out with, good for Freddy!)* *left strict orders for her housemates to collect and scour the newspapers for an answering ad while she's gone, of course*
*Sunday afternoon, finds herself installed up at the counter at Freddy's flapjack joint right after the lunch rush* *is planning to kidnap her brother for a matinee film before she leaves town, as soon as Fred finishes up in the back*
*sips her milkshake and swings her feet bouncily, reading through the local paper's movie reviews and trying to decide which silly comedy the sibling would like more* (*is a good sister like that*) |
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[Oct. 27th, 2009|06:52 pm] |
*is loafing around the break room on her lunch break, fiddling with the contacts in her phone* *figures she can probably delete most of her Grand Fork contacts, since she doesn't plan to set foot in that city ever again* *methodically cuts the A and B lists down to size* *...after a few minutes' thought, deletes the Cat's Eye number*
*reaches the Ds and pauses as a particular name is highlighted* *glances at the clock (plenty of time left) and chews her lip on a small smirk* Should I, or shouldn't I...? |
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[Sep. 9th, 2009|09:30 pm] |
*having escaped the lunacy that is the Ecthelion-less Fountain (for the weekend, anyway), is in Buckleburgh for her brother's birthday*
*thought it might be a little strange, camping out on her brother's couch, but it's doubly weird considering her brother's girlfriend is also in residence half the time* *didn't even know Fred was cool enough to be dating anyone*
*Saturday morning, finds herself parked on a stool in her brother's diner (the name of which is hilarious to her—Fat Fred's, pfft, when Freddy's never been able to gain an ounce), helping herself to some of the best pancakes she's ever had* *damn, but that boy can cook* *...which might explain the girlfriend, at least!* |
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