notthejerkbag: I'll believe it all (pic#5929854)
Elsa Wren Llewelyn ([personal profile] notthejerkbag) wrote in [community profile] bunchoflosers2013-04-02 09:14 pm
Entry tags:

[multicharacter post. why? why not. pick a number and a thread with that person you shall receive.]

1. This is a park. It is unseasonably cold for April. There's snow on the ground, about a foot thick.

There's also a medical student named Elsa here, very gingerly balling the snow up in order to make a snowman. So far she's made the base. She has to keep stopping to rub her hands together though...snow is too cold and too wet to build snowmen efficiently...


2. If you go down to the woods today, you're sure of a big surprise. Sort of. Well, an unpleasant surprise anyway. Because rising up in the middle of this clearing is a house. Alright, cabin. It's made from wood and quite nice looking. It's a lovely sight altogether if you ignore Mari.

She's currently varnishing it, a radio on the ground on low volume. A cat lies stretched out in the windowsill, blinking in the dappled shadows. It's altogether rather peaceful.

For now.


3. What this right here is is a room of brilliant white. Nothing quite seems to exist, as though this room is empty of everything; meaning, possession, material of any kind.

There's at least one material being here, though. It's Miach and he's lost. Now and then he sits down patiently to wait for someone to find him, but this room is very big and he never sits for long before he starts out again on his meandering path around the white box.

Where is everyone? ...Where is anything?
anemonene: (pic#5930273)

1

[personal profile] anemonene 2013-04-03 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Pearle likes the snow. It reminds her of childhood trips to the mountains. Here, there's snow even in the lowlands and it surprises her. Luckily, she's always dressed for a cold spell. She adjusts the scarf wrapped round her neck and chin as she tromps through the park, on her way to a fortifying mid-afternoon coffee. She pauses to watch the girl- woman- making a snowman. How long has it been since she made one of her own? In the mountains, she'd build a horde of tiny friends, give them all names and stories, then her brother would announce it was time for the picnic lunch and smash her friends to bits. Pearle always laughed at that, though she didn't really know why. It'd taken so long to get the snowmen right...

She draws up slowly to Elsa and leans to the side, trying to get a better look.]


Sometimes it's better to just make them a column. The, um, t-the classic three ball snowman, it's so tricky... [She's forcing herself to be friendly. She's spent too many years hiding away from people. Pearle smiles and inches closer.] It is gonna be a snowman, right?
anemonene: (pic#5930251)

[personal profile] anemonene 2013-04-04 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
I dunno. I've never seen that. Or read it. But, um, [She keeps sidling in and is finally close enough to touch the pile with her mittened hands.] Do you want some help? I know... a b-bit about building sturdy snowmen.
anemonene: (I didn't make it to your funeral)

[personal profile] anemonene 2013-04-04 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Pearle is already packing the base of the snowman. She looks up to see Elsa's wet gloves and winces.] Ouch. Do you, um, you can wear mine? I always put on a couple pairs... [Holding out a mitten, she shrugs.

It goes cute knitwear, pleather gloves, then a couple pairs in latex for safe measure. Actually, it's nice to get rid of a layer; she can feel the sweat pooling at her fingertips.]
brightlywound: (oh you humor me today)

2

[personal profile] brightlywound 2013-04-04 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
[It's such a blessing to be able to stretch her legs. After a few weeks in Los Angeles, Marnie is back home, doing her best to put casting calls and camera tests and table readings out of her mind. A nice walk in the woods should help her along.

When some strong chemical smell distracts her from her hike, Marnie hides behind a tree and peers out at the cabin and the person painting it. People live out here? she wonders. People are allowed to live out here? It's a lovely cabin, so it must be in some way established with the authorities... Against her better judgment (though she has one hand in her purse, gripping her keys like a weapon), Marnie calls out.]


Hello! I didn't know anyone lived out here. I don't mean to disturb you.
constantasthenorthernstar: I'm still here, but all is lost. (but i am just a broken machine)

[personal profile] constantasthenorthernstar 2013-04-04 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
What? [Dropping the brush she's been using, Mari turns around...and keeps turning until her back is to Marnie, frowning all the time.] I live out here.

[She turns back again because frankly, it' ridiculous.] What makes you think that tree'll hide you? [She drops the paintbrush into the can and dipping a hand into her pocket, retrieves her cigarettes. She lights one, staring at her staining handiwork.] That tree's not going to hide you.
brightlywound: (when it's time to escape)

[personal profile] brightlywound 2013-04-04 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
It did until I announced myself. But you're right... We aren't in a cartoon. [She waves her free hand as she steps forward and smiles. The person painting the cabin is a woman. That makes Marnie feel a bit safer.]

Your home is beautiful.
constantasthenorthernstar: I'm still here, but all is lost. (but i am just a broken machine)

[personal profile] constantasthenorthernstar 2013-04-04 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Mari squints at her. She looks familiar, but after four hundred years everyone looks basically familiar. Still, something niggles at her, making her frown deeply.]

Yeah, it's alright. [her radio is still buzzing and she leans down to turn it off. She only listens to Kanye or French talk radio anyway.] Aren't you a bit far out?
brightlywound: (when it's time to escape)

[personal profile] brightlywound 2013-04-04 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
No. Well... You could say we're neighbors. I'm over the ridge, but you're the nearest house in this direction. [She goes into full PR mode and takes her hand off her keys to offer both for a shake as she nears Mari.]

It's a lovely plot of land. I know my uncles used to hunt deer out here, but they stopped a long time ago. Promise. [Marnie smiles again.] Are you living alone?
constantasthenorthernstar: I'm still here, but all is lost. (You look desperate)

[personal profile] constantasthenorthernstar 2013-04-04 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[Taking a step back automatically, Mari eyes her as she holds out a hand, flecks of drying varnish sticking to her skin. Too friendly. Familiar face. Suspicious.] Quite a way. [Near enough for the country. She'd been hoping to be further alone.]

Deer hunters? [Mari goes stiff before she's realised it, her mouth a line. All she can think of is a pack of dogs who don't know better whipped into a frenzy by lordly upper crust men; people who've never had genuine need for food. Hunting for sport makes her feel genuinely outraged, as much for the animals involved as it is about the politics.] Did they stop because of the hunting with dogs ban? Never mind. [They'll regret it if she catches them out here, though.]

No, [she looks behind herself to the little cabin and points to the window.] It's just me and Little Fucker over there. You live with your hunting uncles, back over that ridge?
brightlywound: (Default)

[personal profile] brightlywound 2013-04-04 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[With Mari's hand sandwiched between hers, Marnie gives it a good shake and then lets go in favor of tucking her hair behind her ears. She must look like she's fallen out of a tree after all that walking...]

Hmm? No, no dogs... [Slightly puzzled, Marnie lets the subject drop, as requested. The look in the woman's eyes is strange anyway and her stomach is starting to get that awful sinking feeling.]

Little Fucker? [She laughs, trying to hide the fact that she is slightly shocked to hear that word.] That's a horrible name for such a pretty cat. No, I'm staying with my parents. My father never had a hunter's constitution. You must be new to the area. Or just doing some upkeep?
constantasthenorthernstar: I'm still here, but all is lost. (long black night; morning frost)

[personal profile] constantasthenorthernstar 2013-04-04 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[Mari turns around. Deer stalkers then, and just as bad. Little boys playing at being killers. She pushes her hair off her forehead and looks at her cabin, overcome suddenly by a streak of moody blue.] Deer hunting is when you set dogs on the deer and let them hunt it. Deer stalking is when it's just humans with guns.

[Wandering over to her window, Mari peers at the cat, which ignores her complete.] I used to name them after people I knew, but I ran out of people. So he's named after me. [She taps the glass; the cat looks at her and flicks his ears and narrows his eyes.] He's not very pretty either. Look, see, the top of his ear's been ripped off. He likes to fight things. But I think he likes staying inside better. Little wimp.

[She's almost soft, talking about the cat. But she looks around to remind herself she's not alone.] I've come back. I went away. Now I'm back.
brightlywound: (when it's time to escape)

[personal profile] brightlywound 2013-04-09 11:01 am (UTC)(link)
Easier now to just call stalking hunting, isn't it? Hunting deer with dogs is illegal... [Marnie keeps smiling, but that sinking feeling has gone a few more fathoms deep. A woman living alone who has no knowledge of current laws? She might be a witch.

Still, she tries to appear polite and follows Mari to the window, keeping a few paces between them.]
A Little Fucker and a wimp. Poor darling. No wonder he stays in when he's talked about so outside. [She laughs, but at the same time, she really does want to stand up for the ugly cat she's sure would scratch her as soon as look at her.]

Welcome back. [Marnie looks around as well.] I'm sorry, I'll go if I'm bothering you. My manners are a few degrees off these days. I only wanted to say hello to a new neighbor.
constantasthenorthernstar: I'm still here, but all is lost. (but i am just a broken machine)

[personal profile] constantasthenorthernstar 2013-04-10 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
People still hunt, [Mari looks at the ground and coughs out her cigarette. She catches it, miraculously, and put it back into her mouth. Neat trick.] They still call for hunting to be unbanned. Weed is illegal in Britain but that's never stopped [and a long pause] large swathes of ill-advised youth from lighting up. I'd rather differentiate between the two. The terminology is there for a reason. It separates the incredibly cruel from the slightly less cruel.

[She pauses for a second, remembering. The English lionise themselves as animal lovers, yet always find it strange that someone should value the life of a creature above their fun. She coughs into a hand again.] I used to work at an animal shelter. So my views are strong. It's where Fucker's from. He was treated pretty bad as a kitten.

[Tired, she wipes her face with a hand and looks at her cat. He pulls back his lips from its teeth and seems almost to hiss at the window. It's not until she catches sight of her reflection in the glass that Mari realises that she's pulling the same face, right back at her cat. She also realises that this woman's still talking.] He can leave when he wants to. But he acts like a dickhole and then comes crawling back in the night to cuddle up.

[Running a hand through her thick, short hair, Mari looks at the other girl properly, instead of only in the reflection of the glass.] Who else lives in your place? You, your hunting uncles, your dad...