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[Feb. 25th, 2020|07:24 am] |
Hello. This is a post for all comments, critique or questions regarding the character of Waverly Raine. As always element pieces and other scraps of the story are kept at ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) sanguinesanity. Please refer there first.
I'll be adding a viewing list for her character as well as other things as I have been informed that I need to for various reasons.
All comments will be screened for the benefit of not causing issues. Please be civil and not attempt an attack - I'll do the same of course. Thank you.
Salix~♥ |
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[Nov. 4th, 2008|11:28 pm] |
[There's horrible coughing. She's been hiding this for a few days now. Her voice is horse and strained and really, she shouldn't be talking. The click that starts the post seems as if it were done more by accident then anything else.
She's mumbling in a whisper, admonishing Toulouse for being in the way and then admonishing herself for not being able to stand right. This is followed by another fit of horrible coughing and mumbling about tea and tylinal.
There's a clatter and a thud as she exits the room, and then more, further away sounds as the recorder picks up the sounds from another room. A loud squeaky curse is heard before the computer finally shuts itself off.]] |
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| Working |
[Oct. 21st, 2008|01:27 am] |
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Things have been going well. I still need to find more people to display their art. Finding artists is strangely harder then I expected it to be.
Clow, you wouldn't happen to be interested in displaying your work would you? I believe he mentioned being artistic.
It seems I'm under the same compulsion as others. Truth or dare? |
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| Wasn't there a Stephen King movie about this? |
[Oct. 8th, 2008|04:14 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | a little fog never hurt anyone, a new sort of job, aleera, amanda, dude, i kinda miss my friends, i should stop being a recluse, mitsuhide, out and about during the curse, sarah, work | ] |
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| | Outside the cafe with a chi and a cake | ] |
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| |  bouncy | ] |
I can't say I understand what is exactly disturbing about the fog, although it does make shopping easier when most of the populous is indoors. I may have found a good building for the gallery as well. A bit of fixing up is needed, but I've never been one against getting my hands dirty. That just makes me miss Amanda .... and Mitsuhide. I need to stop by work and check on the animals. Things like this can be unsettling to them.
I think perhaps some structural changes would be nice. Give the place a bit more of an open feel with a lot of lighting in strategic places, most effects depending on the medium which is being used and the effect the artist desires on their work. I wish Dorian were here. He could have made a stunning sculpture for the mail lobby. Perhaps the City will surprise me though. I've always been rather lucky when it comes to odd things.
Aleera. I believe I've been able to find the perfect frame for the artwork you offered me. It's a beautiful dark redwood frame that accentuates the red in the work itself. I suppose I ought to say this again. I'm still looking for any one who does artwork. It would be wonderful to be able to see other's work. I miss that.
Sarah. I was wondering, would you like to help me with the gallery? |
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| Art for the mind and soul |
[Oct. 6th, 2008|01:19 am] |
The new painting is taking some time. It's hard for me to concentrate. Thoughts of that time have been coming into my mind. I had no real reason to think on it at that time, but now there is so much time to.
I believe I'm in the market for a new roommate or two. With everyone gone the apartment feels so empty and large. Alexander and Toulouse have been following me around all the time. I managed to drop a generous amount of my silver onto Alexander the other day. Rose, I fear your painting will be late. It's simply not coming to me. I promise it'll be done though.
I have so much time on my hands recently. Perhaps I will do as Clow suggested and open an art gallery. There is something I need to know however. Who within the City paints, sketches, what have you? The medium really doesn't matter. What matters most is the art. Although. Please refrain from human or other being innards or shells. I can only imagine that they would leave a disturbing smell after a fashion.
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| I watch the season's fall |
[Sep. 21st, 2008|02:33 pm] |
Not exactly my normal fare, but I think it's rather amusing. He would find it so as well. Strange that these things cross my mind more often then not anymore.
I'm sorry I disappeared for a while. I was caught in a painting and seem to have lost myself in it. It did turn out perfect however. I've never been so pleased with one of my artworks in my life. I suppose one can say that clarity is a very good thing to help the mind.
Rose, I think we ought to go out for chi tonight. The weather is starting to become cold and I'm no longer mad at the three of you for your idiocy.
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( Painting's not really cut, but cut )
[ooc: Today all Wave has in her closet is kinky black leather.] |
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[Sep. 12th, 2008|07:07 pm] |
[Paint is staining her face, jeans and oversize sweater. Her hair is pulled up, but pieces of it are falling around and in her face. She is obviously in her room and sitting by the window looking outside. Even off the network she can do nothing but sing lyrics.
The painting that she had been working on is laying against the wall. Half the face of a woman in browns, reds and blues. It's in oil paints and it is almost done.
She remembers this curse. She became closer to Thomas during it. It had been a nice curse at the time. This time, not so much. Taking a sip of her hot chocolate she yawns and starts to sing.]
There are worse things I could do,
than go with a boy or two
Even though the neighborhood thinks
I'm trashy and no good I suppose it could be true,
but there are worse things I could do I could flirt
with all the guys, smile at them and bat my eyes.
Press against them when we dance,
make them think they stand a chance
and then refuse to see it through,
that's the thing I'd never do. I can stay home every night
Wait around for Mr. Right, take cold showers everyday,
and throw my life away, on a dream that won't come true
I could hurt someone like me, out of spite or jealousy,
I don't steal and I don't lie, but I can feel and I cry
In fact I'll bet you never knew, but to cry in front of you,
that's the worse thing I could do.
[This part is written]
Doctor ... and Rose for that matter. Where did you get the notion that I am Mat's girlfriend? Odd how I knew nothing about it. This place isn't a place that would cater to such situations, and beside that point we both have our own situations. faithfulness does not a girlfriend make. Especially when both parties are destined to be somewhere else with someone else.
I think the two of you are addressing certain issues of your own onto myself and Mat.
All this addressing and redressing is driving me past distraction. I leave for my own brain for a few days and you all go batty over things that are and are not there.
Now, to address both of your issue with your relationship. Perhaps, doctor you ought to think on how you have, are and have since being in the City, treated her. You have been hardly kind or loving. Or whatever some sort of boyfriend is. Lucifer knows my destined person is far more cruel then any other.
As for you Rose, when I told you not to see him I meant initially. As it was fresh. One must think on things logically. Will he continue to cause you to cry, to neglect you? If he will, and these things make you happy, then go to him. If he will and they do not, leave .... I think you understand my measures there.
And as for you Mat. The idea that you would listen to the words of a fighting couple astounds me. I really feel for the daughter of the seven moons for the idiocy she will have to endure.
[ooc: Lestat is probably the only one who can read the strikes. They're thoughts~] |
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| Rain drops keep falling on my head |
[Sep. 5th, 2008|10:43 pm] |
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My paints are ruined. Thank you City. It's not as if they're expensive. Not to mention the other equipment. I ought to send a bill to the deities, however I doubt they would do anything about it.
Frustrating curses. If anyone should need me ... I will be in the shower. At least there I'll already be wet. |
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| Where have you gone Mrs Robinson ...? |
[Sep. 3rd, 2008|10:05 pm] |
Something feels off. I wonder if it's just me. I believe it's safe to assume it is. I've finished the painting that has been bothering me the past month and everything is calm.
I believe tea is in order. I feel .... dim. Perhaps I'll go visit the unicorns.
( Not cut IC )
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| I forgot my marbles |
[Sep. 1st, 2008|03:35 am] |
There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.
But in the end, she still died.
Arwen, Mat and Rose. I don't believe I ever thanked you all for that day. Thank you. |
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| [voice] |
[Aug. 28th, 2008|09:11 pm] |
[The sound of slushing and just, sinking sounds.]
This is ... not good. |
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| I am not amused |
[Aug. 24th, 2008|07:05 pm] |
Bravo City, what a wonderful way to mock a quite tragic and historic part of many of the resident's world's history.
And I thought your Titanic curse had been in bad taste.
After several good long showers I believe I will paint. The annoyance levels that I have are growing with the supreme idiocy of the City. Curses are curses, the over abundance of hell is simply that. |
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| Flesh eating sprites, well ain't that grand |
[Aug. 22nd, 2008|06:23 pm] |
Thank you City. I had almost forgotten. Well, not this variety, but a similar one. For those of us who have companions who cannot take care of themselves you could have at least kept them from attacking those. I've been spending the better part of the day protecting the animals from being eaten.
Really, I hate you City fuck off.
Also, Ahiru, I need to see you, right now.
[ooc: Big sister saw that post Ahiru. Big sister is NOT happy.] |
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| How long have I walked these hollowed halls |
[Aug. 20th, 2008|08:35 pm] |
How long has it been for me this time? Hundreds of years? It feels so. He lied to me, that prince. I ought to have expected such a thing. He always lies. Such a predictable liar he is. Still, I cannot say that it was a bad lie. I do so enjoy the City, my friends and loved ones here. I would have missed them greatly had I remembered them at all.
I wonder if he is here, I should like to see him. No, he must surly returned to his home. He must have.
Strange that his things are still here. Everything as it was left years ago. And the dogs, both grown but not gone. That seems strange. The cat also lives. Curious.
I believe I have figured this out. Yet it changes nothing of my mentality today. Even as I am no more then a week into twenty-seven or is it twenty-eight? I still feel quite as if I were older still. The mind moves and memories follow after, and I become a ghost. Yet, I know that I have only been twenty-seven for a week and a day. |
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| Everything goes according to plan |
[Aug. 16th, 2008|08:03 pm] |
[Video: It's late evening and the young woman wakes up and streaches. She's still covered in paint, but at the moment she doesn't know why. She yawns and looks around.]
Well this is quaint. What did I drink last night.
[She's inspecting her arms and pushes her covers off herself only to look down at .... nothing.]
Great. Dorian, how many times have I told you not to let Jen take me home. She's got a damn crush on me.
[She moves out of bed and walks over to the dresser, still undressed, and riffles through for undergarments and clothing. All the while she's mumbling under her breath.]
This isn't even my loft .... dammit guys, where the hell did you take me? I've gotta be back home by the end of the day.
[She sighs, remembering the date with the ambassador's son. With any luck he won't try to manhandle her. It's all she ever hopes for on days like these. She remembers a month ago when that man from the trading company tried to get under her dress during intermission.
She shuddered as she pulled on her shirt. Please, not again for at least another month.
Once she was dressed she rummaged through the closet that wasn't hers. Alright, so this was her clothing, but not her room. Strange. Had she messed things up again? Best to put on a proper face instead of giving the game away. Grabbing a different set of clothing she sneaks out to shower, hoping that things haven't been destroyed too much.]
[ooc: Wave's road is that she was never caught by her father. She's been living two lives all this time and is a bit different then she was. Have fun household, and everyone else.] |
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| There is a limit to turning the other cheek |
[Aug. 15th, 2008|09:31 pm] |
I must admit that I am more then a bit, apprehensive. Distraction would prove useful. As would the sight of a good man.
I suppose that is what I get from locking myself in my room and reading the play Pigmaylion. I feel as though I am a spectator in in, why do I need to read it as well. Irony I suppose. I could certainly use a stress relief right now. Oh, John, I forgot to request, but list all your abilities.
I think I may just fall on the bed and sleep or die or paint myself. That would be new and different. Perhaps Toulouse wishes to be green today ... or ... where is that cat ...
[ooc: Someone is very board and fed up with how Rose is being treated by the Doctor. She gets restless when she's board. If anyone shows up in her room her arm will be partially pink, her stomach blue and her right thumb green. She hasn't gotten to the animals or the furniture yet.] |
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[Aug. 12th, 2008|09:39 pm] |
[She was still very tired. The night before had been very full of things. She couldn't help yawning and wanting to go back to sleep. Reaching her arms above her head she heard a *clink* of metal.]
What?!
[Her free hand reached over to feel the cold metal. Lucifer! This curse again. So she was chained to Mat again? She opened one of her eyes and looked around. Well, this was her room, so it had to be Mat again. Unless it was someone that came here. That would be awkwar- Grabbing the covers she pulled them up to her neck with her unchained hand. Oh Lucifer, she was naked! And so was Mat ....]
Oh for Lucifer's sake!
[She turned her head slowly to see who was in the bed with her, her eyes screwed up tight and hoping to Lucifer that the only other person in this bed was Mat. When she saw Rose there the only thing that came out of her mouth was an old saying she hadn't used in over a year.]
Oh god ...
[ooc: So, Wave and Mat shagged last night, and Wave is cuffed to Rose ... both Wave and Mat are naked, Mat's tied to the bed, and Rose is between the two of them. Just to make things more awkward, this is a video post for everyone and an action post for Mat and Rose. This is also backdated to this morning.] |
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| Good day is good |
[Aug. 11th, 2008|09:26 pm] |
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It seems someone has killed my Coco Puffs. Honestly, I was just getting used to the taste of them and now they are all over the floor. Whoever did this had best own up to their nefarious deed.
Personally I blame Mat.
For once it's a quiet day. There are no curses, no attempts at City destruction and no harm to those I hold dear. Exempting of course the sound thrashing one farm boy is going to receive. Especially if he murdered my Coco puffs. It's a good day, and an even better evening.
Lestat, would you care for a walk? |
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| Who killed J.R. |
[Aug. 10th, 2008|04:09 pm] |
Ah, I believe there was once a television series dealing with something like this. Whithering Heights, or the Westing game .... The second may have been a book actually. People do enjoy a good family taboo. A daughter from another mother, a brother and sister's forbidden love. A woman with a love for a man who is not her husband. On paper or film it is always so interesting. In facts it is a bit disturbing.
I think that may be the reason for the love of it. Everyone enjoys a good taboo. Myself not withheld from the statement. I did read both Madam Bovary and Tom Jones. The later twice.
I remember Amanda, a very good friend from times long since past. She always enjoyed these sorts of things. I would sit with her and watch them. More for support of her secret habit then for any real need of it myself. I had my science fiction and fantasy already. Adding that would have been far too dangerous. Mrs. Klein would have surly discovered and removed them all from me. I wonder how she is today. She would have been nearly twenty-eight as well. Or would it be twenty-seven? I have had a year more then the rest. I wonder if that will make me simply twenty-seven when the time comes, or will I be older still? Not that time matters much to me anymore.
I think it may be time to change my reading. I ought to offer Bovary to Mat. It would be interesting to hear his thoughts on it. Or Rose. Both would be exceptionally interesting. I shall have to look into a directory of books which I was keeping and decide what not to think on the next time I visit the library. perhaps in honor of this curse I will re-read Tom Jones.
City, deities, please remember that there are children here who ought not be subjected to a curse such as this. There is pain enough for them within the City. There need not be added scars upon their hearts. As for those I can keep care of, please tell me how you are doing today. |
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