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| Topic Started: Wednesday, 30. April 2014, 00:41 (291 Views) | |
| Jelena | Wednesday, 30. April 2014, 00:41 Post #1 |
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There and back again. Easy as that. Little visit at Club 'how the hell do you pronounce that' done, Ellen went back to the place she was familiar with and where no one expected her to kiss ass. Perhaps it would be more pleasant if she stopped biting? Heh, heh. So yeah, been there, done that would avoid the hell out of that place for now. She was back where she fit in, the Tripper. The shit meeting place full of mortals, even if she couldn't see any and hadn't for some time. But fuck that, no longer her problem. Bottle of some shit she didn't bother to recall next to her, she had pulled out a few decks of cards and put them on the table. Time for practice! Didn't really need it anymore, but it was a good way to get her head clear. Regain focus. Kill time if nothing else. With time, her creation grew and took more and more space on the table. First few had been easy, but that was warm-up. She downed those quickly and started again. More risky, more complex. More of a challenge. She'd gotten a box of beer coasters, then another one. Round ones. Rectangular ones. Some more card decks. Whatever the guy behind the bar felt like he didn't need. Or just to see how she worked it in. Whatever! Creative process came along, not fast, but shit got done. By now she had a roughly rectangular shape. The bottle in the middle completely forgotten. First floor had been a fucking piece of cake. Mostly coasters, needed the cads for the upper levels and also not too bad for stability. Next layer cards with a few round coasters. Didn't look too bad, bit risky, but easy was boring. Topped that off with another layer of coasters as floor. Not as stable as the coasters, shit was a bit wobbly, but that was where the fun was! She looked along the sides, thinking about where to put what. This point, whole sides needed to be calculated and carefully pieced together. Chairs were at the wall with the rest of the materials. Ellen had a stack of cards in her hand and walked around the table carefully despite the heavy boots. Didn't want to break everything because of some stomps. The other idiots did it, they'd hear about it. Eyes were levelled at the cardhouse in front of her, hand fiddled with the cards as she thought what to put where next. Red t-shirt visible from the back of the room. She stopped and straightened up. Perhaps get a drink before she got this shit completely done? |
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| Dylan Ford | Wednesday, 30. April 2014, 04:55 Post #2 |
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Dylan made his way into the tripper with a small entourage. The young women were laughing, and the piper had a fake smile on his face. "I will play that song, but only because it is your favorite." He glanced about the bar, his gaze stopping on the tower of cards. He look from the tower to its creator, recognizing her from Jack's gathering. He made his way over leaving the small entourage behind. "Those towers rarely stand as long as their creators would hope. Some guy comes along that's not liking your vision, and he decides to play Jenga, your worlds just a tumbling brick by brick." He thought of the Blythe house as he spoke, he would certainly not mind playing Jenga with that building. |
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| Jelena | Friday, 2. May 2014, 02:37 Post #3 |
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Ellen didn't turn around to Dylan, her eyes still on her pet project. "So what? Just a card house. Someone breaks it, I collect the shit and start again. I'm not building this shit because it looks awesome. 'Least not just 'cause of that." Didn't need it anymore after all, but old habits were a bitch to kick. They stuck like cat-shit on your favourite slippers until you got so used to the stink you didn't notice anymore. She spotted a good gap and put another two cards into it, topped them off with another coaster. "Wouldn't happen to be one of those guys who break other people's shit for fun, would ya?" Turned around to face the guy, cards disappeared in her pockets, eyes on him. Knew him, of course. The guy so fond of empty phrases, commenting at shit from the side with all his thumbs up his ass. That'd be fun. "You're Ford." Easy assessment, name like a car brand, nothing out of the ordinary. Easy to keep in mind. "Still hunting your 'cause' or talking shit from the sidelines? Or just bored?" Perhaps he was looking for his friends? Didn't see them though. Looked over to the small bunch of girls. "Have been all talk and nothing else up to now, Ford. That's all you can do?" |
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| Dylan Ford | Tuesday, 20. May 2014, 02:49 Post #4 |
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Dylan smiled at her when she asked him if he liked breaking people's shit for no reason. "I get more amused when I can convince people to break their own shit." He shrugs and listens as she continues. "I like to think I am good at talking, and the sidelines are not so bad a place to stand. You also spoke without action if memory serves, you threw your support behind Nora yes? How is she? I never did get to meet her." Dylan shrugs as if to say it did not matter. "I can do much more than talk, but I am not the only one talking, everyone is talking, or crying no one is ready to do anything, unless someone has made plans that are not yet in motion?" |
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| Jelena | Friday, 30. May 2014, 16:01 Post #5 |
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"Got your stuff broken often enough to keep people busy so they leave your shit intact, eh?" Didn't care really. People did shit for all sorts of reasons and she wasn't a fucking shrink after all. Ellen turned around and flipped through the cards in her hands. "Girls who spoke with action left that shack on a stick. Great way of encouraging people to act. That meeting was a fuckup from the start, didn't see much sense in talking with action. Andrews' idea sucked and still does, too bad he has his head too far up his own ass to notice." The Brujah shrugged. "The fuck I know, not the outgoing sort myself. Don't know Nora, never met her either, but whatever she did to keep us together, it half-worked. This point, we don't even need a Baron. We need some sort of organization. Without, we're just a few bunchs of people calling ourselves Anarchs because no asshole had the need to call us out on it. If they do and we ain't ready, shit won't be pretty." |
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