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[Mar. 21st, 2011|05:57 pm] |
*trudges back to her hotel (quite a swanky one; thanks, As Órë Turns!) after a long day of interviews*
*decides to relax for a bit at the hotel bar before she goes upstairs and settles in with room service and whatever porn movies they've got on tap*
*pours herself onto a barstool, sighing with relief to be off the four-and-a-half-inchers for a bit, and orders an appletini when the bartender promptly stops over (they always are so prompt, aren't they?)* |
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[Mar. 13th, 2011|03:52 pm] |
*during a break in filming, heads up to Gondolin for a week or so to fulfill some promotional duties on the road*
*doesn't really mind the trip, considering she doesn't get to see any of her family very often especially since she tends avoid her father like the plague* *with this aim, makes plans to meet her aunt for a girls' lunch out one afternoon* |
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[Jan. 24th, 2011|01:29 pm] |
*gets (brief) word from her father of the confusion in Menegroth* *is glad that Celebrimbor is with her, although they're both a little worried it will become difficult to maintain order, if the power situation isn't resolved quickly*
*ruefully thinks it sounds like all the hubbub would have made the perfect cover, had she been on her toes*
*resolves to start her latest mission in motion now, at least* *stretches out on her living room couch and calls Caranthir (a.k.a. possibly the least upstanding person she knows)* |
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[Jan. 18th, 2011|07:52 pm] |
*makes the quick trip from his father's uncle's cousin's? father's to his mother's place*
*knocks, sorry he doesn't have more to show for himself than a hastily-assembled duffle bag of spare clothes* |
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[Jan. 2nd, 2011|06:00 pm] |
*is a little bit exhausted by the holidays, which have been more tense than ever before, although Aredhel and Celegorm seem to be on good enough terms, Lily's mood and behaviour have been more than a little bit alarming*
*heads out to the town, just for a break (trusting his niece's parents are capable of not losing her in his absence) and buys some flowers (red roses, always red roses)* *goes to Finduilas' home and rings the doorbell (as ever, eyeing the fire escape as a likelier entrance)* |
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[Aug. 2nd, 2010|11:12 pm] |
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*is actually rather surprised at how much she misses her daughter and almost regrets letting her go to Ossiriand all alone until she hits upon the perfect solution*
*travels to Ossiriand with the express intention of surprising her daughter and accompanying her back to Gondolin, perhaps via Fingon in Hithlum*
*is in a rather brilliant mood when she arrives at her daughter's father's house and is even a bit amused at the servants' surprise at seeing her* *has no wish to see the master of the house (and is certain he is otherwise occupied with his tabloid edition of romance)*
*texts Lily (surprise! am in ossiriand at your father's house. dinner and a late flight tonight okay? mom xxx) and makes herself comfortable in the library, while she waits* |
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[Dec. 28th, 2009|07:56 pm] |
*has been keeping his distance from Finduilas as much as possible since his failed—or, as his helpful brother so kindly put it, eighteenth-floor splat!—proposal* *is obliged to interact with her on set, of course, but a) he's nothing if not a pro on camera, and b) Dare's character arc has him running cold-hot toward Colby, anyway*
*has needed the time to sort through a few other things, too, such as thousands and thousands of years of bright, sparkly memory* *yeah, it's still a lot weird*
*finally, though, decides it's time to buckle down and deal* *turns up at Finduilas' place some night after Erumas and knocks on the door, leaning against the jamb and running a hand through his hair* |
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[Dec. 21st, 2009|12:24 pm] |
*is actually kind of enjoying having a houseguest for a change, though the girl is obviously a bit clueless about the more important things in life (i.e. clothes, shoes, makeup, and men)* *it's okay, though! because she's the perfect person to offer instruction on such topics (and that's been kind of fun, too)*
*doesn't quite understand, however, just how she ended up in the home of the most annoying person alive, sitting cross-legged on Lily's bed in her old room and glancing nervously toward the door from time to time*
Can you hurry it up a little? Your dad will skin me alive if he catches me in his house. Unless Curufin's with him, in which case he'll probably kill me first, to be nice. |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2009|07:03 pm] |
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*for all her claims of acute independence, has been wishing there was someone she could tell about encounters with cute boys and maybe get some answers to a few burning questions* *isn't close enough to any of her girlfriends to gush with them, and she isn't sure whether her mother would be pleased or horrified (and she's not sure which reaction would be worse)*
*some things never change, however, which means another evening and another "family" dinner at her father's house (don't think for a second it belongs to her, too, or even her mother), which generally involves her parents talking to one another with occasional attempts to bring her into the conversation (which her father ignores) or similar attempts to bring her uncle into the conversation (which her mother ignores)*
*waits until her father isn't paying her any attention (it doesn't take long) and poises a pea atop her fork* *slingshots it across the table at Curufin and bites her lip hard to keep the giggles at bay* |
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[Oct. 7th, 2009|09:24 pm] |
*would like it to be known that he didn't actually watch the Cathys live, instead TiVoing them (and avoiding spoilers)*
*is suitably proud of his wife when she is announced as winner but is rather confused when Amarië accepts the award on her behalf* *had heard of owners and pets growing in resemblance, and perhaps it holds for bitches too, though it doesn't explain why there aren't dozens of Turcoesque dogs and horses around Celegorm's estate*
*picks up a bouquet of red roses the following day and makes his way to Finduilas' apartment* *rings on the buzzer and contemplates the fire escape (in case he needs to break in now, or break out later)* |
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[Sep. 29th, 2009|07:29 pm] |
*has never been more grateful for his camera-face than he is tonight, at the glitzy and glamorous Cathy awards* *is all dashingly sweet smiles on the red carpet, with Finduilas at her stunning best on his arm and the paparazzi's glare at every turn, but inwardly is the worst jittering mess he's been since... ever, probably*
*aside from the overall excitement of As Órë Turns' five nominations, has personal reasons to be almost nauseatingly nervous* *has to force himself not to check his pocket for the ring box every five seconds or so, for fear of drawing anyone's attention*
*waits until he and Finduilas have been settled at their table to let a little of his fretting show* Oh my God, Finduilas, can you even believe we're here? Do you think we'll win? I mean, I'm sure you will, you're amazing, but you know, for best show and best director and will we still have jobs if Amarië loses and everything? *breathes* You really do look amazing. |
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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. 8th, 2009|09:21 am] |
*has been feeling a bit guilty that she hasn't had much time or any time, really to check up on her erudaughter lately*
*sneaks out of the lab early one afternoon and takes a taxi out to Celegorm's* |
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[May. 5th, 2009|10:07 am] |
*looks over the pictures splashed across the pages of three separate magazines with something akin to approval—they really are being choosy about the quality of their photos these days, ever since she slapped the In-Speak with a pricey libel suit for that grainy image of a blonde woman (not her) cavorting with some greasy nightclub owner in Grand Fork East*
*can't even bring herself to be too annoyed with the possibility that there might've been sticky handprints left in her limousine after the outing to the ice cream parlor (it was worth it, and she's having the vehicle detailed inside and out, after all)*
*tucks the zines into one of her desk drawers, glances at the clock (two sharp) and pages her assistant du jour* *with utter confidence that her next appointment is already here and waiting* Send him in. |
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[Apr. 6th, 2009|09:15 am] |
*travels to Ossiriand to attend a three-day conference full of very dry talks by very scholarly psychiatrists who are about as animated as textbooks when they speak*
*(in other words, is really looking forward to it)*
*spends the morning of his arrival settling in at the hotel and networking a bit but finds he's unable to really concentrate when he sits down to have a look at the organizational material in his conference packet*
*very hesitantly digs up his phone to call in a favor, even though he promised himself he wouldn't* |
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[Jan. 10th, 2009|11:15 am] |
*thinks the new year is off to not a bad start, given he spent part of it with his father's family? compared to the last year*
*feels a little odd to be back in Delving and to normal again, to be honest*
*has two numbers so far in his new phone*
*tries it out again and gives his mother a call* |
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[Jan. 1st, 2009|07:25 pm] |
*ventures into town on the morning of New Year's Eve, armed only with his niece and the vague idea of buying some new clothes* (*yes, is Celegorm's brother but still buys off-the-rack*)
*goes into a clothes shop and selects jeans and t-shirts and pays for them without trying them on* *with that done, takes Lily to a café for a mid-morning snack*
*is not entirely oblivious to the openly admiring looks he is receiving from most of the women in the vicinity, and is more than a little amused* |
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[Dec. 2nd, 2008|12:27 am] |
*wanders into one of his favourite bars (mostly because he misses his brother and has no idea that he has returned to Ossiriand) and sees a familiar shape at the bar*
*sits up next to her and orders a bottle of champagne* *as though musing out loud* You see, I see these reports on the entertainment news of an offscreen romance between co-stars and I think to myself ... my wife would never be so cliché. Am I wrong? |
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[Nov. 24th, 2008|11:33 am] |
*was fairly upset by the latest instance of mistaken? identity* *so much so, in fact, that he actually went and did a little research on this "Elrohir" person* *not too much, though* *just enough to reassure himself that Elliott Burkholder absolutely isn't anything like Elrohir Elrondion except that Elliott might possibly have a twin, too*
*has never been so glad for his on-set on/off switch; despite his overall gloom, can still pull it together for the camera* (*good thing, because Amarië's been in rare form over the past week or so*)
*heads to the deli on break, texting Finduilas to ask her if she wants to run a few lines before their next scene* *buys lunch for the both of them (signing a few autographs along the way, as has become the routine) and settles at the usual table* *hopes and prays they don't turn up—doesn't think he could handle that 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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