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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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[Jan. 30th, 2011|12:09 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &duilin&egalmoth, &ecthelion&egalmoth, &ecthelion&elemmakil, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &glorfindel&qualme, @menegroth, @menegroth:palace, beleg, duilin, ecthelion, egalmoth, elemmakil, gandalf, glorfindel, melian, qualme | ] |
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*after a hurried conference with the king and queen, and even more hurried efforts to muster a task force made up of a number of Gondolin's best soldiers, travels to dark Menegroth to personally verify some of this crazy shit aid the marchwardens in their fight*
*coordinates with Beleg over the phone on the train and, once in the city, outlines a basic plan of attack with the other lords of Gondolin and their women and men, strictly emphasizing periodic check-ins and cooperation with the local authorities*
We're here at Lady Melian's request, people. I expect everyone to behave like any good guest despite Doriath's history of insane foreign policy, understood? *looking at each person in turn, his eyes lingering on Glorfindel for just a moment (it's dark/are you going to be okay?)* Any questions? |
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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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[Feb. 27th, 2010|11:20 pm] |
*feeling the need for House solidarity (or maybe just a change of scenery), rounded up a dozen Swallows and headed to one of the usual gymnasiums for an afternoon of volleyball*
*can always count on her Second and Third to show, of course, along with some of her best and brightest crazies* *doesn't necessarily have the top serve on the court (The Steve is a certifiable beast), but rare is the spike that actually makes it to the floor on her side*
*rolls up out of a hard dig just in time to see the ball blast over the net on a direct trajectory for the opposition's back corner* *whoops in triumph* Ha! That's right! Raises all around! No, not really! *trades high-fives and backslaps all around* Six five, babies. Time out, everybody hit the juice. The Steve! Switch with Lucille on the next go, maybe it'll even things up. |
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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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[Dec. 13th, 2009|01:10 pm] |
*two days later, is feeling a little more like himself (comparatively), but can't quite shake an odd sense of disconnect*
*ended up asking Elemmakil to take him to the hospital that evening, if only because visions of spending all night choking on old terror were nearly enough to send him back to the floor* *will admit that he welcomed the thick, sleepy calm contained in the magical chill-pill, though he hasn't touched the prescription anti-anxiety meds since (is not even going there)*
*would be perfectly content to avoid everyone involved in the whole episode for the rest of his natural life, really, but pragmatism dictates that isn't an option* *therefore, finds himself at the Swallow Sunday night, a DVD in one hand and a large bottle of whiskey in the other* |
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[Dec. 7th, 2009|06:55 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &duilin&erestor, &duilin&glorfindel, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &elemmakil&erestor, &elemmakil&glorfindel, &erestor&glorfindel, @gondolin, duilin, ecthelion, elemmakil, erestor, glorfindel | ] |
*is always surprised to find the gym deserted on a Friday night, but then, other people probably have social lives and shit (hi, still swingin' single here, ladies)*
*is just glad she can contribute to a certain lackey's lack of an in-town social life, anyway!*
*helpfully, as she brings another towel over* Think that'll bruise up pretty, soldier? |
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[Oct. 12th, 2009|06:19 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &argon&ecthelion, &argon&gil-galad, &beleg&turin, &earendil&idril, &ecthelion&gil-galad, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &gil-galad&glorfindel, &idril&tuor, @sirion, argon, beleg, duilin, earendil, ecthelion, gil-galad, glorfindel, idril, nimloth, salgant, tuor, turin | ] |
| [ | Mood |
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*as promised, hightails it inside immediately after seeing her niece wed to "that cute boy", as her mother might say*
*moves a couple of namecards around and parks herself at the table nearest the bar after finagling a couple of drinks for her and Gil-galad* Thank Eru. It was freezing out there, bless Itarillë's heart. She's wearing a strapless and I don't think she even noticed. At the risk of becoming a cliché, I fucking love open bars. |
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[Oct. 11th, 2009|09:46 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &aredhel&idril, &aredhel&nimloth, &argon&gil-galad, &beleg&turin, &duilin&glorfindel, &earendil&ecthelion, &earendil&tuor, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &ecthelion&tuor, &glorfindel&salgant, @sirion, aredhel, argon, beleg, celebrian, duilin, earendil, ecthelion, elrond, gil-galad, glorfindel, idril, nimloth, salgant, tuor, turin | ] |
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*arrived yesterday in Sirion and was rather taken aback at how familiar it all seems, in spite of the fast food joints and supermarkets* *is very taken by the hotel on the seafront (though not as taken by it as Idril is) and is very satisfied with the security measures put in place by Rôg*
*wakes up (or is woken up by Ecthelion) good and early on the morning of the wedding, which is at noon* *indulges in a pint or two in the hotel bar to steady his nerves (and has no idea why Ecthelion is so nervous, seeing as he's not the one getting married today) (not that Tuor is nervous either, of course!)*
*finally, just before noon, is standing at the top of a makeshift aisle on the beach, enjoying the very end of the warm(-ish) autumn sunshine*
*murmuring* Now I'll allow that kilts probably weren't the best choice. Still, my skin hue must match my blue tartan, right? |
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[Aug. 2nd, 2009|09:26 pm] |
*Stashes a gym bag under the Flower's front desk (is NOT going to work the front desk in a t-shirt and sweat-pants, thank you very much).*
*Flicks through a book on self-defence during the day's quieter moments.*
*Begins to have second thoughts about this whole self-defence lesson-thing with Erestor and Duilien.*
*Reads, muttering to herself.* "Use the attacker's own momentum against him..." Or, you know, could just taser the fecker... |
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[Jun. 13th, 2009|08:33 pm] |
*thinks it's sort of poetic, a bright and sunny morning after* *or actually, a bright and sunny mid-morning after* *woke up at a reasonable hour, as usual, but then Jackie gave him a look and did that thing with his tongue and they were both so conveniently naked and yeah, this could get to be a habit*
*is now puttering around the kitchen, fulfilling his other duty as boyfriend and chatting away* ...anyway, this is the biscuit recipe the grandmas swear by, so if you no like, you might want to keep it to yourself when you meet them? *chipperly, adding a little more buttermilk to the mixing bowl* But you'll like it, no worries. Might not beat your aunt's, but I can guarantee you'll like it.
ETA: *following brunch (which turned out very well if he does say so himself), a somewhat... delayed interlude to get around for the day, and a careful stint on the doughnut, finds himself leaving the auto shop with Jackie*
*tucks his hands into his pockets and just enjoys the fresh after-rain air as they walk along* *conversationally* You know, there's a lot more green than I'd've expected in a big city. Sorta like old downtown Brighton? *squints* But a lot shinier. |
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[Jun. 7th, 2009|10:15 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &duilin&egalmoth, &ecthelion&elemmakil, &ecthelion&erestor, &egalmoth&elemmakil, &elemmakil&erestor, &elemmakil&hendor, @gondolin:elemmakil's, @gondolin:hendor's, duilin, ecthelion, egalmoth, elemmakil, erestor, hendor, mac, nico | ] |
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*having decided that everyone who has been working their arses off helping out at the Flower deserves a thank you, concocts a plan with her flatmate to have a small gathering at their flat*
*dispenses invitations by text to pretty much everyone in her phonebook (as Becky does the same) and comes to the conclusion that this will be less a small gathering and more an actual party*
*ensures that the fridge is well-stocked with booze and that she is dolled up to the nines on the evening of the party* *looks around the flat and looks at Becky* Well. We're long overdue a house-warming anyway. It may coincide with our eviction but at least it'll be a great party. |
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[May. 30th, 2009|09:08 pm] |
*Works late at the Flower, heading-off calls from media vultures types sniffing around for information on Glorfindel's latest stint at rehab.*
*Heads home, looking around for a take-out because being asked to cook after a day like this would clearly be cruel and unusual punishment.*
*Really isn't paying attention to her surroundings and shrieks in surprise when a passer-by makes a grab for her handbag.*
*Instinctively wrenches it back and staggers away a few steps, before realising that her attacker isn't going anywhere.*
*Thinks right now would be a really good moment for deployment of pepper-spray.*
*If she had pepper-spray that is.*
*shit* |
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[Apr. 7th, 2009|08:25 pm] |
*finds Tanya? Pete? Tanya's at the viewing party, so figures on catching up with her after?*
(*not that he goes in for awards shows any how, unless he'd be required to show up, or if it's just a Fountain thing, or maybe he's overthinking it*)
*really has not crowed about his love life had a good man-to-man with Duilien lately, so swings by the Swallow* |
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[Feb. 14th, 2009|03:32 pm] |
*is having a pretty swell first day in Gondolin, so far!*
*tours around till dark with Jackie, hitting a little Italian place for dinner between sight-hopping (and damn, he wasn't kidding about the chef's terrible beer special, but the food was worth it!)* *the Flower site was pretty neat, too, especially considering the Before pictures posted up in one of the admin trailers*
*eventually finds himself and his stalkee tour guide in tow for beer and poker with Mac (another House's Second) and Edrahil (introduced as "the Queen's lackey"), which turns out to be the most informative entertaining part of the day* *is almost sorry to finally pack it in (whoa, it's already one AM?), but on the plus side, has the car ride to his hotel to look forward to*
*turns to Jackie as soon as they're both in the car, grinning broadly* Okay, I have to ask—exactly how true is that hornet-turkey story? |
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[Feb. 10th, 2009|08:06 pm] |
*is having a little bit of an off night*
*needs some space to live in denial digest*
*goes to the place where he usually likes to do his thinking, a.k.a. the local cabaret club, the Cat's Eye* (*isn't that where everyone goes to think?*) |
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[Jan. 21st, 2009|07:01 pm] |
*is in need of diversion and catching on up on goings-on about town*
*hasn't been short on diversions lately though, natch*
* swings by the Swallow to see what sort of extra-curricular violence Duilien will want to coerce him into* |
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[Jan. 15th, 2009|11:52 am] |
*can't think of too many things she likes more than a good recreational beatdown, to be honest* *unless it's a useful recreational beatdown, in which case it's even better!*
*conversationally, as though she doesn't have her partner pinned facedown on the mat, one arm cranked up at an awkward vertical angle to keep him in place* So you're officially off the hook for bailing the other day, in case you wondered. *glancing at the pet carrier tucked under a nearby bench* Still can't believe you brought your cat in, though. |
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[Dec. 15th, 2008|06:35 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &anaire&erestor, &argon&gil-galad, &argon&glorfindel, &duilin&glorfindel, &ecthelion&elemmakil, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &ecthelion&meleth, &edrahil&erestor, &egalmoth&elemmakil, &erestor&glorfindel, &glorfindel&idril, &glorfindel&salgant, &idril&salgant, @gondolin:flower, anaire, argon, duilin, ecthelion, edrahil, egalmoth, elemmakil, erestor, gil-galad, glorfindel, idril, mac, meleth, salgant | ] |
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*leaves (home?) the House of the Fountain, dressed smartly in a suit (designer) and open-necked shirt (designer)*
*makes his way (home?) to the Flower, a good hour before the official start time of the party to make sure that everything is in place: lights throughout the tent, Erumas trees in each corner of the tent, mistletoe, long trestle-tables with food and drink, an area for the DJ, a stage for the band, a dancefloor and very comfortable couches lining the wall of the tent*
*really has to hand it to Pete for putting so much work into this evening and gives her a wrapped present to thank her for all her hard work*
*is promptly rewarded with a glass of orange juice and an exhortation to stay virgin (when it comes to drink, at least) tonight* |
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[Dec. 2nd, 2008|06:54 pm] |
*has landed up in Gondolin in response to the brief email message and subsequent phone conversation*
*exits the House of the Hammer of Wrath (good Lord, what a name) with quite a lot to think about* *has some time to consider before a definite answer will be required, thankfully, and so figures he can at least take a look around the city while he's here*
*hails a cab and, after a moment's consideration, asks the driver to take him to the nearest detention center* (*might as well start with what he knows, after all?*) |
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uncomfortable
thoughtful