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Post by Wendy Eponine Moira Davreaux on Apr 1, 2010 13:43:04 GMT -5
SITUATIONS ARE IRRELVANT NOW ,  THE FRUSTRATION, IT'S A REGULAR THING ! The winter holidays weren't exactly Wendy's favorite time of the year. It was a good time of course, with christmas trees and holly and all that cinnamon apple spelling candles that you can handle. As much as she went with it, her favorite time was the spring. With easter eggs, bright colors, and nice cool weather. She was in her element in spring. In winter, she preferred to stay in, near a warm fire, drinking a glass of wine. She just hated being cooped up around the house with no one around. She had been often alone and she knew that it was no way to be. She had wanted to call Rachel and see how she was and if she needed anything, but their relationship was still on thin ice and she didn't know if she was doing anything or if she would rather be alone. So, she had sat down with her laptop, her feet curled under her on a huge overstuffed chair and a throw rug over her. She was extremely comfortable, but the script she was almost done with, was still giving her a headache. She wasn't sure how to end it. She wasn't sure if the production company wanted to see a perfect happy ending, or something a little heartbreaking but good. She would probably end up writing both and they could pick. Leaning back in her chair, her haired piled into a huge red, curly ball on the top of her head. She tapped her fingers against the key board. Looking around the house, she instantly felt bored, and the urge was so strong that she reached for her cell phone that was sitting next to her. She quickly punched a friend she had met at a cafe several months ago. They talked for a few moments and when she hung up she was glad that she had invited her over. Saving what she had typed up, she checked her facebook, called her publishing house and left a message saying that she was almost done with the script and chattered on for a bit, then she moved to her kitchen. Wendy should probably have thought about food before she asked if a friend wanted to come over, but she still had a few things. Pulling out a package of little sausages and bisquits, she smiled at the idea of mini pigs in a blanket. She turned on her ihome, and train wafted through the house. A house that was already decorated with a christmas tree, christmas lights, and presents under the tree in a messy assortment of colors and shapes. Opening another door, she found a bottle of tequila and margarita mix. Laughing to herself a little bit more, she shrugged at the unconvential winter drink, but got out a blender. That is when she heard the doorbell ring. Laughing a little, she bounded towards the door, the little puff balls on her house shoes bouncing from side to side. She pulled open the door and saw Melisse Laudais standing in the doorway. Pulling her friend into a huge hug, she moved towards the kitchen again in her rather small house. "Hey babes, so I have pigs in a blanket in the oven, and we can order pizza and I found the makings of frozen margaritas in the cabniets." She opened her arms wide. "Welcome to my little writer's hut."I HATE THE ONES WHO LOVE TO HATE ,i hope you like this post of seven hundred and ninty nine , i put alot into it. this thread is tagged for the infamous lisse , we're going to be having tons of fun in this thread babe. and if you must know it's fisnished . these kick ass lyrics are from escape the fate, and the outfit? oh that's just tons of gorgeousness , leave it on babe. now get started on posting, i'm waiting.
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Post by Melisse Tiane Luaudais on Apr 4, 2010 15:14:42 GMT -5
darling, what can i say?
know we shouldn't do it but we do it anyway,
damn these wild young hearts. 
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[/font][/color]urrently, the woman was suffering from quite the dilemma. Her fingers drummed lazily upon the coffee table before her, eyes staring with a frightening intensity at the blank screen of her mobile phone. There was nothing out of ordinary within the room, though perhaps that wasn't the case. For a winter season, it was a room remarkably void of any hint of festivity pass the artistic bowel of shiny baubles heaped at the tables centre. That saved Melisse Luaudais from appearing to be quite the Grinch. Which wasn't the case, the woman adored Christmas, and the whole concept of a day just for family was something that both made her glow yet made her heart stutter in remorse. If her plans had been certain, then already she would have put up a tree and some decorations to add that special something to her home, yet in the case of uncertainty she thought it best to place all plans on hold. Christmas would mark near enough hr first entire year in Walten, and in that time Lisse knew she had regressed. In New Orleans she had sparkled in a restaurant, and now she was waitressing once more. Though the woman was not disheartened, such a word wasn't known in her fiercely determined vocabulary and never would it be. Her mind always turned to New Orleans because of her dearest mother, who Lisse often fretted about even though her mother worried far more about her daughter than the other way round. Yet even so Lisse's dilemma came with Christmas, the question whether or not she should go back home or invite her mother to stay. If there was one thing that Lisse could never stand it was never being able to make her mind up. As a woman who relied heavily on quick, smart decisions, to suddenly be stunted was bewildering and frustrating. Perhaps it was the sudden flourishing of time she had on her hands for, hold your breath, the woman who constantly worked had had the entire day devoted to her. Calamities had seen both her workplaces shut, leaving Lisse to feel quite awkward. T[/font][/color]he fact that she did not rejoice about her entire day and night off concerned Lisse into realising that really apart from work there was nothing. Occasionally she would meet for coffee with friends, and even more rarely actually blow the dust of her keyboard and strike up conversation, yet more often than not she was far too busy to even think of socialising. It did concern her, her lack of 'me time' yet that concern was so brief it passed like a bullet. Because her mentality had always been to work hard for success no matter the consequences. Lisse could live without being social if it meant chasing a dream, logical understanding of enthusiasm somewhat made childish by her fleeting fancies of chasing her ambitions. The day had been spent doing the one thing she enjoyed, cooking, not particularly the washing up that came after, nor the eating, but just the feel of it. By mid afternoon she had brewed two servings of spicy gumbo, gifted them to her neighbours on each side and had been slaving over washing up before sliding to the couch ever since. It was quite late now, too late to call her mother, but she wasn't thankful for not having to make that decision yet since she just wanted it to be over and done with. Quitters had always mystified Lisse; the woman finding herself dumbfounded by the eased and relaxed who had no care for anything. But then everyone, she knew, was different in the world, and she had never been rude enough to oppose another. S[/font][/color]he stood, making way to the kitchen to concoct a martini (she'd grown a liking ever since the masquerade, and surprisingly she found good company in a small drink and it's glamour), when she was suddenly stopped by the distracting vibrates of her phone. Grabbing the dive and raising it to her ear, Lisse easily slipped into conversation with Wendy Davreaux, which was expected for best friends after all. Folding her feet under herself on the couch, the dark haired woman chattered away for a few moments, before pausing, glancing at the clock and giving a delighted 'yes' to the invitation Wendy had proposed. After a quick touch up, slipping into some flats and grabbing a thicker cardigan, wrapping a scarf round her neck Lisse left her house, setting off for Wendy Davreaux and her little cottage. The moment she'd opened her door she was freezing, and her small car wasn't exactly warmer and so she perhaps pushed a little over the speed limit in order to get to the cottage that much quicker. She would have almost missed the house, if she hadn't known it would be there, it really was the epitome of homely, and Melisse loved that. G[/font][/color]lad that she wasn't left on the doorstop for too long, Lisse gladly returned Wendy's hug with a wide grin, passing through the doorway and first politely shifting out of her footwear before moving into the main body of the cottage. "Margaritas sound perfect," Lisse smacked her lips, glad to have a replacement for her planned martini. Though she suspected whereas at home she'd have one, here they'd be quite a few margaritas being thrown back. Though Lisse was gladly anticipating that, couldn't a snazzy duo of fine women let their hair down once in a while? True to nature, she caught the scent of pigs in blankets before she saw Wendy's home was much more festive than her own, looking like it had stepped out of some Christmas magazine in comparison. "This place is completely gorgeous Wends," she openly admitted, making a point to look around before plopping herself down onto the couch. "I'm so glad you called, I was just about to drink on my lonesome. But this is much better." Relaxing into the couch only acceptable by a best friend, Lisse briefly saw rock band tucked away, and instantly made a note. "Girl we need some margaritas. Tonight we're talking munchies, drink, and some sexy actor in a chick flick and is that rock band I see? Oh sisters are definitely doing it for themselves!"[/blockquote][/blockquote] [/size] |
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Post by Wendy Eponine Moira Davreaux on Apr 9, 2010 10:21:47 GMT -5
SITUATIONS ARE IRRELVANT NOW , THE FRUSTRATION, IT'S A REGULAR THING ! 'Writer's hut' was the perfect description of her home. The famous author could easily afford to live on Palace Rhodes, and she had briefly thought about it when she had first decided to move to Walten. The thing was, she had randomly found this little cottage tucked back on South Street and she just couldn't pass it up. With it's red door for good luck and it's smallness, it was just perfect for a single women who often found herself in her home for days at a time. Compared to her other properties, this was by far her favorite. Her New York apartment had more of a business, party atmosphere which fit perfectly with New York, and her irish home, was somewhere that she could just litterally escape the world. It didn't have phone service, barely had internet, she had to walk forever to get to a town, and that fit perfectly with her solitary moods. This home was something completely different and again, it was by far her favorite. Being an author meant that you had deadlines, but it also meant that you had creativity that was usually uncontrollable. It was something that ebbed and flowed, and she often found herself with days at a time where nothing came out of her head, except air. Nothing to write, her characters dull and lifeless or unresponsive to her pokes and prods. Other days, she would literally be taken hostage by her characters and usually rarely even got up to eat. It wasn't steady at all, and today was one of those days that she had done her best to get her brain up and active, but it just wasn't working. So that was the reason that she was dressed in her sweats. She was just feeling blah. After her hug, she made her way back over to her kitchen, opening the oven and checking on her snacks. Now it was time to make the perfect drink. Pouring an ice tray into the blender, she poured the right amount of flavored mix and then picked up the bottle of tequila, that come to think of it, she really didn't know she had. Now she wasn't a huge drinker, never had been. Not only that, but she was usually a wine drinker. Perhaps it was because she spent her college years in France, whatever the reason she was a little baffled by the fact that she actually had tequila. She poured a generous amount. "Thanks, it's nothing fancy, but I love it. Oh and your present is totally under the tree, although you can't open it yet." She smiled widely and started the blender. The crunching of ice was steady for a minute or two and when it was done, she poured the icey drink into two glasses and brought them over to where her friend was sitting. Handing one over, she sat, her one leg tucked under the other one. She set the platter of mini pigs in a blanket down, with some napkins. "Well, i'm glad you called too, I swear I was about to actually start talking to myself. So we saved each other from insanity, I can toast to that." She gave a wide grin and held up her glass. Popping a snack into her mouth, she eyed her newest addiction. "Are you kidding me, I got the latest movie with Gerard Butler, can you say gorg-e-ous.!" She laughed a little. "Hope you plan on calling in tomorrow my dear, because we aren't going anywhere" She leaned against her jewel toned pillows and smiled again. She probably looked a messed and she didn't realize that she needed girl time this bad. She was determined to have a good time with a good friend. "So, what shall we do first?" She paused for a moment. "Oh! I know, tell me if one of Walten's finest has caught your fancy." She loved girl talk and stories and all sorts of gossip. It just made her smile, not only that but she always found it interesting to listen to, and sometimes she used some of that material in her books. I HATE THE ONES WHO LOVE TO HATE ,i hope you like this post of nine hundred and forty , i put alot into it. this thread is tagged for the infamous lisse , we're going to be having tons of fun in this thread babe. and if you must know it's fisnished . these kick ass lyrics are from escape the fate, and the outfit? oh that's just tons of gorgeousness , leave it on babe. now get started on posting, i'm waiting.
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Post by Melisse Tiane Luaudais on Apr 15, 2010 6:18:31 GMT -5
darling, what can i say?
know we shouldn't do it but we do it anyway,
damn these wild young hearts.
A
[/font][/color]s Wendy sauntered off towards the kitchen, Lisse was left utterly in awe by just how organised the redhead was with Christmas. Lisse had barely even sorted out where she going to be, let alone a tree and presents. Presents! Glad that Wendy was in the kitchen, the woman gave a quiet groan, the holiday season was so stressful, stress that she could be dealing without. Still, seeing all this made it clear she needed to get on her game and in a surprise twist; the woman who lived to work suddenly hoped that a burst pipe might last for the week. The thought of a forthcoming week of shopping and decoration somehow made the dark haired woman that bit more exhausted, and she sunk into the couch more than she already had, to the point that she was slouched, enveloped by a mass of black tresses that suddenly gave her the hints of being unkempt. Until she sat up of course, slightly, tucking her legs under herself and smoothing out her hair as Wendy arrived loaded with goods that Lisse’s fingers itched to just grab. Particularly eyeing up the margaritas, Melisse didn’t hesitate to take a glass, she raised it with a smile before taking a sip. Lips smacking in appreciation, Lisse leant forward to take one of the snack, blowing it coolly before taking a bite. “Insanity it is, honestly. I swear Christmas makes hectic lives about ten times worse.” Lisse was sure everyone could relate to the Christmas rush, and apart from the already organised… like Wendy. Maybe Lisse was just alone with that then, at least in the cottage. M[/font][/color]elisse grinned widely; the thought of Gerard Butler was a very welcoming thought. No matter about that stunning physique that directors so generously wrote into scripts, there was something about the Scottish accent that made him that all more attractive. Maybe it was the roughness. In no doubt that soon she and her friend would be swooning over the scrumptious Scottie, Melisse warned darkly, “Just remember, he’s with Jennifer. It’s a look but don’t touch policy.” She laughed, please, as if Gerard would suddenly turn up at the door. The women could wish. Taking another sip, Lisse shook her head as she swallowed, giving a brief summary of the burst pipes in her workplace, meaning that she really wasn’t planning on going anywhere. A good friend of hers had told her she’d needed a break, and this was perfection. Compared to her other evening, alone and at home, this was like fire in the dark and Lisse was hardly going to extinguish it early. No, with a margarita in one hand, and the other popping pigs in blankets into her mouth, Melisse was a very content woman right now. Speaking of the snacks, they were delicious, and taking what must have been her third, she slowly withdrew her hand in order to stave her apparently greedy appetite. Maybe a day of cooking but giving everything away does that to a woman. W[/font][/color]alten’s finest? Melisse would have laughed if she didn’t want to seem like a complete oddball. Had she even met Walten’s finest? Now there was the real question. How on earth was a woman who spent her life behind an apron meant to meet men? It wasn’t as if relationships suited Melisse anyway, those she dated in the end grew far too possessive and unwelcoming towards the fact that she perhaps liked to work that little bit more than spending time in their company. She knew for a fact that Wendy could relate to complications in romance, since they both shared similar experience when it came to proposals. In a way Lisse was quite thankful she’d left her relationship before he’d had a chance to propose. If there was one thought that noted as being extremely sour to her, it was telling a man who was proposing a firm no in response. No, Melisse doubted she was in any fit state to be in a relationship, not until she’d somehow settled work down. Though she doubted that would ever happen. Unless a man who could accommodate that came along, though this far in her twenty five years, such a man had obviously slipped outside the perimeter of her radar. Although, saying that, the slightly fond smile she gave spoke volumes all its own. “No one. But at the Masquerade I might have sort of flirted with someone. I think I was drinking too much, but I just sort of played the coolly flirtatious card, you know?” Melisse and flirting didn’t sound entirely natural, given that she completely lacked the experiences, but she’d always been tactful, so hopefully she wasn’t horrendous. “But nothing would have happened anyway. It was a masquerade, for all I know it could be someone I know, that’d be mortifying. Still, it was fun whilst it lasted, gave me something to do other than serve food,” she laughed, poking fun at her own extremity when working. “Anyway let’s step back a few spots here, I saw you talking to Victor Boggs at Jean’s wedding.” Ah the wedding of the year, though past talking about what they were going to wear to the event, Lisse never exactly enquired about Wendy’s family life, out of both politeness and what the gossipers of the town suggested. “’I was told he was the brooding type but you seemed to be getting on well. Is he your Walten’s finest?” Finishing with a wink, Lisse leaned forwards slightly, eager to latch onto to everything and anything Wendy was willing to divulge. [/blockquote][/blockquote] [/size] |
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