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Author Topic: Cider and Morning Chats  (Read 604 times)

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Offline Alissa O'Hara

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Cider and Morning Chats
« on: Dec 03, 17, 01:15:29 AM »
The morning air had a nice crisp chill to it, but Lissy didn't mind. It was refreshing, and peaceful - and with the nice thick blanket over her lap and her favorite sweater on she was well protected from the worst of the morning's bite. There was also a large mug of hot cider on the table beside her and a notebook in front of her, open to a page with a rough sketch on it and a bunch of little notes around the vaguely female figure.

Lissy was sitting out at a picnic table behind The Hammer and Anvil, working on a character concept for a new story that she had a lot of ideas for but was just... having problems starting. Sometimes, when she had trouble actually sitting down and writing the story she would work on character design. It helped her take a character from inside her head and put them down on paper. Once they existed on paper in some way shape or form, it was often so much easier to write out a story when the characters had already expressed themselves through printed word. Liss wasn't exactly sure why, but that was just the way it worked. Maybe some of them just had to feel comfortable being written first before they'd let her actually tell their story.

Honestly, Lissy could understand that hesitation. It was really intimidating, being that vulnerable, and she couldn't be upset with her characters for holding back from that when she wouldn't even tell the people closest to her that she liked to write.

The pen tapped against her lip as she sighed and looked down at the page. The sketch wasn't all that great, but she felt the need for a visual representation. Leala had a very specific look to her, and she thought that maybe seeing it would help her write her better. She was sharp, sassy, and she cut her own hair short and colored it bright pink when her mother set her up with an arranged marriage. She was a symbol of defiance and independence and Alissa loved her. But she just couldn't get started with her story. She'd been able to write out half a dozen little scenes, but she couldn't start it.

With a sigh, she set the pen down and picked up her mug with both hands, blowing on the steam before taking a sip. The liquid was spicy and sweet and warmed her up, bringing a smile to her face. She'd gotten up very early this morning to finish her morning chores before anyone else, then she'd made a large batch of the hot cider for the rest of the staff, poured a mug for herself, and slipped outside to just spend some time on her own. It was a good morning - if only Leala could stop being so stubborn!

Offline Epona Corcoran

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Re: Cider and Morning Chats
« Reply #1 on: Dec 09, 17, 11:52:29 AM »
192, Fall: The Hammer & Anvil, a Garden Lawn
(The Hammer & Anvil presents the Taming of the Shrew, featuring Dug and Epona, and Witch's Price, written and co-directed by Padean Falkirk. Preparing and rehearsing The Spring Fairy's Tears and Cael and Siobhan.)
This Thread is after Pressure, pushing down on me.

Epona Corcoran had been on a determined hunt for young Lissy. The sweet girl not only made the most amazing hot cider, but was Epona’s only link to a very talented and mysterious young playwright. Epona assumed young, merely because someone older would have a wider venue in which to offer such amusing, sweet and romantic work. Mysterious was only natural, as who in the theatre world truly desired to be anonymous? It had succeeded in piquing Epona’s interest, and talent ... well, in truth only time would tell, for certain. Yet there was a depth of characterization In the work that was rarely seen.

Despite the intensity of her search, Epona moved into the courtyard with all of the grace of a dancer and the conscious poise of a performer. If the rigors of holding down a leading roll while preparing their next set of shows was wearing her down, Epona concealed it skillfully. Hair the color of brown sugar still gleamed; sparkling, oval eyes in a glorious walnut brown were artfully enhanced with cosmetics. Her caramel skin was perhaps bruised here and there, but nothing that could not be explained from the demanding schedule she kept. A brimming energy was telegraphed in each graceful gesture and the brilliant smile that appeared as she caught sight of her elusive quarry.

If Lissy and her mother were frustrated with Lissy’s appearance, Epona did not share their dismay. While Lissy did not have a body for certain classical dances or roles, there were others where ample curves and soft roundness was to be desired. Perhaps it was Epona’s great love of theatre, or her family’s mixed heritage  had lived her life upon the stage that graced her with the ability to celebrate the body in all of its many shapes and sizes.

Whatever the reason, Epona found no flaw in her friend’s appearance. From the thick blanket wrapped about Lissy’s knees, the cuddlesome sweater wrapped about Lissy, to the softly rounded face, the young Blood lady appeared the very image of wistful dreams. Warm steam rose from the cup of cider before Lissy, adding a very intriguing lighting to her. Perhaps using ice, Epona could duplicate the effect for the stage? For a moment, her goal in seeking out Lissy was delayed in favor of studying the visuals in greater detail. She drifted right and sashayed left; took a half step back, framing the alternating flows of steam, morning sun, and melting frost with her hands and studying the precise angles of light and shadow. It was only as she moved closer, that Epona spied the sketch inI the notebook. Her smile flared again, softer somehow, and she sought to catch Lissy’s gaze with her own ... if the young woman could be so gently pulled from her reverie, that is.

“Lissy, good morning. I didn’t know you liked to draw.”

Epona settled across from Lissy, seeking a closer look at the rough sketch. She made no move to touch the pad nor encroach into Lissy’s space. Her gaze lingered on the many notes framing the sketch, before rising one again to rest upon Lissy.

“I’m glad I found you.”

Offline Alissa O'Hara

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Re: Cider and Morning Chats
« Reply #2 on: Dec 13, 17, 11:22:51 AM »
Lissy had long ago learned to ignore the flaws in her sketches. They weren't meant to be art after all. They were just to help her visualize her characters better. One day, when she was really brave, she'd go to a real artist and she'd ask them to draw one of her characters for her. There were plenty about - even though it was a theatre and not an art studio. If there was one thing that Lissy had learned from being at the Hammer & Anvil so long, it was that artists tended to have more than one talent within the arts. Many had a primary talent, or passion - what they focused most of their energy on - but almost all of them had more than one artistic skill. It was one of the many reasons why Lissy loved it here so much. The people were so amazing! So talented! So... so... just SO!

The thought had her scribbling a quick note in the margin.

talents? hobbies?
-does she know that she's skilled?
-relevance?
fluff is ok too

It was as she was scrawling this that she felt the table shift and creak a little as someone else sat down across from her.

She blinked, then lifted her gaze and promptly blushed. "E-Epona, good morning." She flashed a smile, her hands subtly shifting to cover the sketch and the notes. Oh no! No this wasn't good at all - what if somehow Epona guessed that she was the playwright?! What if she recognized --

Her heart skipped then settled with a bit of relief. This was a new character she was working on. Epona wouldn't recognize her. At least there was that.

Still rather embarrassed, Lissy gave a small shake of her head. "Oh, I don't know that I'd say that I like to draw. Sometimes I just.. doodle a bit. You know? To help me... organize my thoughts. Or.. plan outfits or something?" Plan outfits? What had she ever planned an outfit in her life - at least for herself - when it wasn't specifically to spite her mother?

Moving on!

She cleared her throat and carefully shut the pad, resting her elbows atop it as she scooped up her cider and sipped it with a little smile. "You.. you were looking for me? Is there something you need?" She was pretty sure it wasn't about anything that needed to get done this morning. She'd already done all of her morning tasks - and Epona was usually pretty good about leaving notes if there was anything that came up the night before that needed to be prepped suddenly the next day.

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Re: Cider and Morning Chats
« Reply #3 on: Dec 28, 17, 04:14:35 PM »
192, Fall: The Hammer & Anvil, a Garden Lawn
(The Hammer & Anvil presents the Taming of the Shrew, featuring Dug and Epona, and Witch's Price, written and co-directed by Padean Falkirk. Preparing and rehearsing The Spring Fairy's Tears and Cael and Siobhan.)
This Thread is after Pressure, pushing down on me.

The person rendered in the sketch had the sort of style and pose that was less about technical perfection and more about movement and life. Just the single image suggested a whole world, to Epona. She had only just skimmed the intriguing notes before Lissy self-consciously blocked them. The notes were the sort of thing an actor or actress might seek, when attempting to flesh out a character they had an audition fo, and that was curious, indeed.

Was Lissa dreaming of the stage?

Epona’s gaze swept over her friend once more, considering what character roles might come easily to her. Shy friend; awkward Noble’s daughter; dreamy merchant’s daughter. Victim, sadly; her best roles would be of deeper pain rather than surface values. They might hit awful close to home, for Lissy was Blood, yet without Jewels, victim to the whims of the more powerful of her race. Yet Epona had found it was best to start an aspiring young person with a clear, sharp character role that everyone had a shared concept of, rather than risking crushing someone’s spirit with too technical direction when they were just getting started.

Lissy’s eyes widened; she seemed nearly to panic as she stumbled over Epona’s name, hear heart pounding hard enough to cause her warm blanket to ripple, until she collected herself.

Awww.

Epona’s eyes softened and she patted her friend’s hand reassuringly, without making any effort to uncover the drawing and its notes. Indeed, her attention was fully upon Lissy. When the young lady staggered through a disjoint attempted to redirect attention, including suggesting she was somehow designing fashions in her note book, Epona’s sweet, ethereal laughter filled the morning air.

“Are you that mad at your mother?”

Despite the warm laughter, Epona’s hand squeezed in reassurance and her voice, though amused, was sympathetic. “Has she been pushing potential mates at you again, so you are trying to design something hideous to upset her? What you are working on won’t work, it’s quite charming ... in fact, it looks a bit more like a proper costume, to me.” Epona hoped a more indirect approach would encourage her friend into speaking of her dreams. Maybe she didn’t want to be a cook or Hearthwitch or wife.

Epona approved of dreams; in many ways, dreams were her calling and profession. She both brought them to life, and stove to fulfill them for her people.

“I was here to ask if you had any more submissions from, or information on, the young playwright your represent. But that an wait.”

More gently she asked, “Would you like to try for a role on stage, Lissy?”

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Re: Cider and Morning Chats
« Reply #4 on: Jan 02, 18, 09:45:30 PM »
Lissy might have blushed but she was probably already blushing, cheeks tinged pink in a pretty rose as she wrapped her hands about her cider and sipped it around a fluttery little chuckle. "When am I not at least a little mad at my mother?" she asked in a quasi-grumble.

Epona went on and she almost dropped her mug, managing to carefully set it down before anything could spill. "O-oh?! Ah... a c-costume? Nah, it's not really a... costume just.. a.. doodle...?" Oh goodness she was terrible at deception. It was a small wonder that she'd managed to avoid her secret getting discovered this long! Well, maybe not. After all, she wasn't really the type one would suspect could be a writer. Or be creative. Or.. well, be anything other than what her mother apparently was fashioning her to be...

Which definitely wasn't a playwright.

'I was here to ask if you had any more submissions from, or information on, the young playwright your represent.'

There it was. She was here to ask about the playwright. And it didn't sound like she thought it was her. Okay good. So, her secret was still safe. She relaxed and even smiled a bit, thinking about what she could tell her. Perhaps she could let slip that she was working on something new...

'But that can wait...'

Lissy tilted her head with a vague frown of confusion, lifting the mug to her lips again to sip her cider, wondering what other reason Epona could have for --

'Would you like to try for a role on stage, Lissy?'

Lissy choked on her cider, her cheeks bright red and her eyes watering as she coughed and spluttered, quickly setting the mug down and covering her mouth with both hands as she cleared her wind pipe of the warm spiced liquid that had invariably gone down the wrong path. It took a moment, then she gasped for breath and shook her head, looking to Epona.

"Oh n-no! No... No I... I would be a disaster on stage Epona! There.. there's so much talent here you don't want me messing things up!"

 

 

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