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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. 9th, 2010|08:20 pm] |
*attends Ecthelion's almost-impromptu Friday night gig with Esther and is, as always, blown away by her big brother's talent* *couldn't help but notice that the character of his newest songs verged on the melancholy wrist-slittingly depressing soulful side*
*does, under Ecthelion's advice, keep an eye open for Salgant and Roxy just in case either of them get it into their heads to ruin Ecthelion's catharsis performance* *knows she's more than capable of taking them both* *also, and not under Ecthelion's advice, keeps an eye open for Glorfindel so that she can politely tell him to sling his hook, should he turn up*
*has a pint ready and waiting for him after the show (and is remarkably sober as she has been pacing herself - until Ecthelion can catch up)* |
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[Jul. 18th, 2009|09:02 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &ecthelion&erestor, &ecthelion&estella, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &ecthelion&salgant, &elemmakil&erestor, &erestor&estella, &erestor&glorfindel, &estella&salgant, &glorfindel&salgant, @gondolin:fountain, danielle, ecthelion, elemmakil, erestor, estella, georgia, glorfindel, salgant | ] |
*it's a bright and sunny Saturday afternoon, and the place to be is the House of the Fountain's annual barbecue!*
*per her roommates' specific instructions (girlfriend, you are not working today, today we party), has dolled up a bit for the occasion* *figures if nothing else, she and Danielle and Georgia will make damned good armcandy for their unsuspecting date*
*as such, finds herself carefully stepping across the House's beautiful green lawns in strappy four-inchers, one arm curled around Erestor's and a fruity drink balanced in the other hand* *pleasantly, to their little party at large* I don't know about the rest of you, but there's a coney dog with my name on it. Bets on whether I can keep the sauce off my skirt this time? |
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[Jun. 24th, 2009|06:59 pm] |
*spent the last two days in Vinyamar, of all places, avoiding the beach being led around by Salgant and generally being courted by executives from one of the biggest record labels on Órë*
*has basically been in a state of complete shock since the Big Meeting on Day Two, during which he agreed to accept a staggering sum of money in exchange for his forthcoming album (and the first offer, which he refused at Salgant's recommendation, was pretty mind-boggling in its own right)*
*has no sooner set foot on Gondolin soil again when he gets an email from Roxy, detailing his evening (read: post-real!job) schedule for the next week or so, which she obviously compiled in collaboration with Salgant*
*is feeling pretty overwhelmed at this point but figures all he can do is start at the top of the list (STYLIST) and work his way down (after calling the rehab clinic and asking them to relay the message to Glorfindel that he'll drop by the following day, on his lunch hour)*
*makes his way to the address designated next to this item (and yes, he guessed from the address that this is probably where he would end up) and pushes the door open a little warily* |
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| The Morning Show. |
[May. 17th, 2009|10:13 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &ilmare&ulmo, &salmar&ulmo, @gondolin:estella's, @ulmonan, @unknown, danielle, georgia, ilmare, manwe, salmar, ulmo | ] |
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...I don't know, I was just surprised that the winning region submitted a song for the Belerivision Song Contest. Was that a bit of an unfair advantage? I mean, this contest hasn't been about music for a long time. I expected insane, surreal dance routines involving mimes, breakdancers, sequined body-suits and burlesque dancers. I expected broken Sindarin sung in an appalling Noldorin accent. I expected the Telerin regions to vote for eachother, I expected the Noldorin regions to vote for eachother, I expected the mortal regions to get nul points. I expected tuneless wailing.
I didn't expect an actual song. It's a catchy to the point of irritation, insidious, brain worm of a song, but it's a song nevertheless. That just came out of left-field. Am I reading this wrong? Let me know what you think after I play the winning entry. Again. Because I'm contractually obliged to. |
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[May. 4th, 2009|07:35 pm] |
*gets in after another long, subdued day at the office*
*thought, at first, that the greyed-out atmosphere was all in her own mind (guilt has a way of clogging everything else)* *but no, everything's gone so quiet now, between the extra workload and Ecthelion's persistent silence* *would insist that he get out (sir), eat something (sir), smile (sir), but she's damaged the space between them and she doesn't know how to fix it*
*lets her things fall on the couch, and lets herself fall beside them, and doesn't even think about moving again* |
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| The morning show, with your host, the King of the Sea. |
[Mar. 26th, 2009|11:15 pm] |
It's that time of year again, the Virtuoso awards will soon be upon us, biggest event in the musical calendar and all that jazz. I know there are those who say it's just the music industry patting itself on the back, promoting business instead of music but honestly? I like them. They're fun, they celebrate talent, they're surpisingly inclusive annnnnd they give me a freebie bag every year.
So give us your thoughts on the virtuosos, who are you betting on this year? Was there anyone you think was overlooked this year? Who wuz robbed last year? Or just call in with your favourite recipes for soup, or whatever, I don't care, I'll still get my freebies.
So give us a call, hope to hear from some of you after this; this is The Kinslayers with When You Were Young.
*Turns off the mic and hums along.*
'Cause he doesn't look a thing like Manwë...doo do do dee do do dooo dooo... |
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[Mar. 18th, 2009|10:27 pm] |
*arrives home after work, all smiles (because really, who doesn't smile when the boss smiles?)* (*aside from the weasel, but he'll get his soon enough*)
*lets herself into the house she shares with her girlfriends and drapes her coat over one of the kitchen chairs, rifling through the mail on the table*
*calls out chipperly* Ho-onies! I'm ho-ome! |
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[Mar. 1st, 2009|09:58 pm] |
*is running scandalously late but is, at least, fairly sure that no matter how late she is, Becky will probably be a few minutes later (it's an Unwritten Law)* *is less sure about Esther and her friends' notions of punctuality*
*arrives at Fast Eddy's, dressed up to the nines, with high heels and a short dress, texting Becky to find out if she's here yet* |
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proud
indescribable
depressed
working