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[Dec. 11th, 2010|10:43 pm] |
*Takes a break from his work and heads round to a café round the corner from the OU library.*
*Settles down with the newspaper and and a coffee (decaff).*
*Shakes his head over the headlines; wanton violence, on his doorstep, perpetrated against children, and by their ruler no less.*
*Can't help thinking that this is what happens when you reject the values of Eru...just like home. |
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[Nov. 29th, 2010|10:28 pm] |
*has spent long, glorious months fulfilling her purpose (teach them to fear), and savoring more and more freedom as her Lady loosens her hold from afar (well done, little one)*
*is starting to feel the distinct itch of boredom, though; all of the dark alleys and dive-y bars are beginning to look alike, and there are only so many ways to frighten a mortal without damaging them* *so fucking boring*
*on a whim, creeps past the border of Ossiriand, all of her senses on high alert* *is even better with skulking in shadows than she was before, but still—her last experience in these parts taught her to be extra-cautious*
*drifts through the dark alleys and dive-y bars, finding them to be depressingly similar to those found in the other corners of the world* *finally decides to spice things up a little by heading somewhere a little less... dark and dive-y* *ooh, a college campus, should be plenty of self-absorbed young things in need of some (hee) education!* |
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[Nov. 8th, 2010|12:41 pm] |
*one morning, not too long before she has to head out to dance class, clicks around on the University of Ossiriand's website until she finds the right department and faculty pages*
*quickly scans the content until she comes across exactly what she's looking for—a listing of open office hours* *makes a mental note of the requisite time and location for later on*
*after dance class the same day, makes her way to the building housing the linguistics department, where she soon finds herself standing outside her grandfather's door* *raises her hand and knocks before she can lose her nerve completely* |
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[May. 10th, 2010|10:08 am] |
*isn't especially nervous the morning she is to defend her dissertation (it's not her way), but is definitely feeling drained afterward, when the post-presentation Q&A finally comes to an end and she is swarmed by other scientists wanting to grill her about some of the stunning revelations she's turned up in her research*
*gamely answers a few more questions as she tries to catch Ethan's eye (help), or Fániel's, but the former appears to be too busy trying to wake up the latter* |
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[Jan. 16th, 2010|07:05 pm] |
*usually doesn't like to make business trips so soon after Erumas but has absolutely no hesitation in flying out to Ossiriand to check up on a few of her business interests there*
*ensures that there's plenty of food in the Delving family home and leaves the usual in-depth instructions for Elrond and Arwen to look after each other*
*arrives early in the morning and goes straight to a meeting with her Ossiriand-based accountant and lawyer with a view to acquiring a bigger stake in one of the local hotels* *adjourns the meeting promptly at noon to go and meet her boys at the front gate of the university campus so she can spoil them rotten take them to lunch* |
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[Jan. 3rd, 2010|09:41 pm] |
*arrived back in Ossiriand to see in the New Year with her daughter, only to learn that she is once again resident at her father's house, and has now installed herself in a rather nice apartment which is, unbeknownst to her, in the same complex as Finduilas*
*had a very pleasant evening with Curufin (do not correct your sets) during which the details of a plan are discussed, in depth*
*in the middle of a delightfully sunny (but cold) morning, makes her way to the OU campus, expressly to intercept Ingil, somewhere nice, and public, and photogenic* |
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[Nov. 26th, 2009|06:12 pm] |
*Arrives in Ossiriand, using conventional transport (because he thinks he's starting to push his luck with the bathrooms thing).*
*Makes his way to the OU campus, sending a quick text to Telu to let him know that he's up for the student talent competition.*
*Has a wander around the campus.* Now, if I were an immortal rugby coach, where would I hang out? |
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[Nov. 1st, 2009|04:35 pm] |
*Goes to OU's carreers service after getting her fourth rejection letter.*
*Checks out firms she wouldn't have thought of before because they're either out of her league or too far away for her (Does not want to move to a practice in Balar).*
*Becomes completely overwhelmed when she realises how many of those firms' deadlines have either passed or are in the next few days.*
*Retreats to her usual, secluded hiding/freakout spot (back of the law library, corner with the microfiche readers. No one ever goes down there; microfiche is so last Age).* |
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[Oct. 30th, 2009|08:19 pm] |
*Realises that keeping her mouth shut is really, really not her strong point.*
*Decides that she needs to talk to someone.*
*Has no idea who though.*
*Dials her phone with a resigned sigh.* |
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[Oct. 25th, 2009|05:58 pm] |
*heads home after football practice, freshly-showered and lugging his gear in an oversized duffel, a wide smile practically tattooed to his face* *is positively glowing with the compliment his coach gave him earlier on the field—that he might be a wide receiver this season, but if he keeps up the way he is, he could make quarterback next year*
*is excited to get home and tell his parents (especially his dad), but decides to circle around the long way and take a look at the OU field on the way* *does that once in a while, especially before a big game* *gets a little psyched-up just thinking about playing at the college level (and now he'll dream of being the frosh QB)*
*about halfway across the campus, reaches into his bag for his water bottle, only to realize that he left it at school* *is pretty sure he'll die of thirst if he waits till he gets home, after the way the coach ran them today* *ducks into the closest building that looks open—Riverside Music Hall, according to the big letters on the side—and proceeds to wander in search of a drinking fountain* |
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[Oct. 5th, 2009|07:22 pm] |
*was planted squarely in front of his television on the night of the Cathys, you betcha* *kept a sharp eye out for his twin, and sure enough, got a good eyeful of Elliott on the red carpet, as slick and starry-eyed as any of the celebrities out there* *oh god can't possibly wait to tease him about it*
*had other reasons to tune in, though, and was a little surprised that he didn't get a text or an email afterward (something along the lines of SHE SAID YES or she said no, can I come over for Jell-O?)* *did note that Finduilas apparently wasn't present to receive her Best Actress award or whatever, and can only think that maybe she and Elliott snuck off to celebrate on their own (that dog)*
*texts his brother the following morning just to check in, and is pretty surprised when it goes completely unanswered* *spends most of the day catching up on labwork, checking his phone every half hour or so, becoming more confused the longer the radio-silence lasts*
*has just settled down in his favorite OU music room for the evening, fingers on the keys, when he feels his phone vibrating in his pocket (finally)* *blinks at the short, simple message (where are you?), but dutifully replies, knowing (perhaps instinctively) that Elliott won't be too far behind the text* |
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[Sep. 14th, 2009|06:18 pm] |
*has been pretty busy since school started up again, between class, lab sessions, his greenhouse job, and extracurricular studying* *also squeezes in time to hang out with Elliott, of course, although his twin's also been busy with AOT resuming its hectic shooting schedule* *and with his girlfriend-soon-to-be-fiancée-maybe*
*leaves class late in the afternoon with his interpreter and stops off with her at a park bench on the outskirts of campus proper, figuring they can go over the next week's schedule before they part ways* *folds a leg up on the bench comfortably to face her and is soon engrossed in a rapid-fire conversation (which, yes, has somewhat to do with the schedule)(but the prof made such hilarious faces during the lecture, he was having a hard time concentrating, and that third slide was so lame it was practically crippled...)* |
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[Aug. 30th, 2009|10:44 pm] |
*is just on her way out of the lab to grab some lunch when she gets a call from, of all people, her niece's nanny*
*listens patiently while Petra explains that she brought Lily into town to take her to her ballet lesson when her (Petra's) grandmother called with some dire emergency (something about a runaway vacuum? isn't quite sure she got all of that), and if she (Káni) is anywhere near campus, would she perhaps, possibly, pretty please with a cherry on top be able to meet them and see Lily to the dance studio?*
*says nothing of her personal vow never to aid or succor anyone who says "pretty please with a cherry on top" and instead arranges to meet her erudaughter and the harassed nanny just a few blocks down from the physics building*
*waves off Petra with her reassurances* It's fine, really, I'll look after her. You go stare down those appliances. *once she's gone, turns to Liltëas with a warm smile* How've you been, Lils? How's your dad? It's been a while. |
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[Jun. 2nd, 2009|01:32 pm] |
*pretties herself up and heads out to meet Káni and her friends, one of whom is apparently her great-aunt (is that weird? maybe a little weird)*
*arrives at Moonshine and can barely squeeze past the hordes of students celebrating passing their finals/flunking their finals/graduating/beer* *thinks she spots Káni talking to some people at one end of the bar (she's one of the tallest girls there) and pushes her way through* |
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[May. 25th, 2009|03:08 pm] |
*is rather used to keeping a bit of distance from people (and it's usually not difficult, where most of the world doesn't care to hear him), but after much thought, decides to let his brother and Káni in a little closer, so to speak*
*invites them both to meet him in his favorite piano room at the university early one afternoon, when they're all free* *arrives a little early with his interpreter (Eliza, this time), and if he's a little nervous, it's only because he hardly ever invites anyone to see him play (much less hear him)* |
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[Mar. 17th, 2009|08:28 pm] |
*Descends into Orë and slowly coalesces, getting used to the feeling of being apart from the Everlasting Halls again.*
I'd forgotten how much that tingles.
*Looks down on the world's surface with a growing amount of consternation.*
*Stares at the multitude of points of light emanating from street lights, buildings and traffic.*
It's brighter down there than it is up here. That's just not right!
*Huddles close to her poor, neglected stars and wonders how her lady stands for it.* |
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[Mar. 5th, 2009|10:18 pm] |
*Following that rather uncomfortable exchange, decides to scope out what's happening in the live music scene.*
*Heads to Ossiriand and wanders between various venues, looking for something that strikes his fancy.*
*Happens upon a studenty-looking joint and reads the sign outside.*
"Open mic night." That's always good for a laugh.
*Goes inside, gets himself a beer and takes a seat.* |
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[Jan. 19th, 2009|08:12 pm] |
No, but can you call it a business meeting when it's being held in a university coffee shop? *strolls through the main quad at OU, bookbag slung over his shoulder* Yes but no but I know I'm paying but I'm not-
*sighs and scuffs his toe* -hang on but- *pauses, laughing* Do you kiss Elrond with that-? Fine but- *shifts his bag* Yes, yes. No. No one will- oh, you'll see-
*pulls open the door of the coffee shop and flashes a smile at the group of girls who are coming out* *still talking on his phone* I am not flirting wi- *lowers the hand holding the phone and looks around the coffee shop* *speaks into his phone* That wasn't flirting. That was smiling. *hangs up and walks over to a corner table* |
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[Nov. 14th, 2008|02:06 pm] |
*meets up with some of the other deaf students on campus for lunch, still rather preoccupied two days after the fact*
*soon finds himself asking whether anyone knows a Káni (Celegorm's cousin? student here? might be a heavy drinker?), and is surprised when one of the girls replies that oh yeah, Káni was in a couple of her classes a year back—she seemed like a wild card, but she was definitely the smartest person in that class (might have been smarter than the prof, even)*
*chews over that all the way to the lab, finally deciding that at the very least, he owes her a proper explanation and possibly an apology*
*sets up his laptop on an unoccupied table, finds Káni's email address (having written it down on paper almost immediately after leaving Celegorm's grounds), and sends her a short, simple message:*
Hi. It's Ethan, the deaf plant guy from the other day. I think there might have been a little miscommunication somewhere. Try again? |
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[Nov. 3rd, 2008|12:10 pm] |
*is out by the OU Studen Union again, having obtained permission from the grounds crew to treat the affected trees as part of his labwork*
*takes a break around noon and stops into the campus deli for a sandwich* *is almost immediately accosted by two girls he doesn't recognize, who are chattering far too quickly and excitably for him to make out anything they're saying*
*ascertains that their excitement has to do with the magazine one of them is waving around?* *catches a glimpse of the cover: a promotional photo of some ensemble cast or other, and a big "IV" header planted among the various article splashes*
*finally steps back and shakes his head, signing more choppily than normal to get the girls' attention* I don't know what you're talking about. Either slow down or leave me alone.
*isn't surprised when the girls trade stymied looks (he's deaf?) and apologetically withdraw, but is a little confused when they continue to watch him, gabbling amongst themselves and gesturing to their magazine*
*purchases his lunch and settles down at a corner table to eat, studiously ignoring the rest of the patrons* |
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disappointed
predatory
curious
tired
cheerful
scared
contemplative