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Author Topic: On the Corner of a Tattered Page  (Read 313 times)

Description: tag; Dug

Offline Alissa O'Hara

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      WrenStar

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On the Corner of a Tattered Page
« on: Mar 25, 18, 06:35:47 PM »
It had only been five minutes. Five minutes. She had been sitting at the bartop, making a few notes that had occurred to her while she was cleaning up - only to be summoned by her mother. What she should have done was wrap the notebook up and tuck it back into her apron where it normally lived, protected by a soft, thin kerchief so it wouldn't be harmed by stray droplets of food or filth while she busied about her daily chores. Instead, she'd just marked her page with her pen, closed the little book, and left it there - sure she'd be right back to finish her line of thought as soon as she fetched whatever it was her mother was hollering about from the kitchen.

Except, when she'd come back... it was gone.

"Oh no." She looked around, her heart in her stomach. "Oh no oh no oh no." That was her character book! It was the notebook she carried with her when she was working on concepts for new characters that would either find their way into one of her little stories or one of her scripts. Losing it was terrifying enough on it's own - because there was just so much in those pages that she needed in regards to her characters - but to make matters worse the page that she'd been working on, the character she'd been working on, had been for a specific person. She did that sometimes, since she knew all of the players at least casually if not on a closer more friendly basis.

If someone read her notebook. If they saw... they would know! They would know she was the playwright. They would know... and if they knew she wrote characters specifically for them, would they think she was weird or stalker-ish? Would they.. would they not want to be her friend anymore?

Lissy was near tears at the thought of it as she frantically scurried around on her hands and knees under the bar and around the tables, praying that it was somewhere close. That maybe she'd dropped it, or a strong wind had blown in from.. from somewhere and knocked it off the bar or something..!

Offline Dubhghall Moriarty

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Re: On the Corner of a Tattered Page
« Reply #1 on: Jun 16, 18, 05:45:48 PM »
Dug had a rare moment of free time.  He generally kept himself as busy as possible, and while it was not all work—rehearsal was very nearly play time—it helped him to remain occupied.  Boredom was the enemy, and called to instincts honed by a lifetime of crime, and hands so skilled neither he nor his marks always realized that something had been found, or borrowed.  The Blood Actor knew what he could get up to, and did his best to keep it under control, for the sake of the troupe and for the Lady that had taken him in, given him her trust, and a home.  Dug loved the theater, and he could not imagined a life without it anymore.

He had not meant to take the script.  Dug had made his posters, his cards, his lithographs.  He and Merale had figured out how to make the stamps, and after a bit a trial and error, he had carved them successfully.  He kept trying, of course, because he was never satisfied with the first batch.  Things had improved, though nothing was as good as what he made the long way, with his own hands and a fair bit of patience.  Dug had been looking for a bite to eat.  He did not have a Jewel, but he was Blood, and he absolutely ate small meals throughout the day, or he would get too hungry by the time dinner rolled up, and he’d eat like a starving wolf.

Dug was away from the bar by the time he noticed what he held in his hand, and when he saw what it was, he could not help but read it.  He was not too far away, but he was out of Alissa’s eye line, she was out of his.  He could hear her though, fussing about the bar, and then he realized what he was looking at and he grinned.  He got up quickly from the table he had chosen, and looked over the bar to see Alissa on her hands and knees, searching for what he had already found.  ”Beg your pardon, Lady, but might ye be lookin’ for this.”  He held it out to her, at the height of the bear, and grinned.  ”It’s a tidy story, I do hope you finish it.”

Offline Alissa O'Hara

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Re: On the Corner of a Tattered Page
« Reply #2 on: Jun 30, 18, 03:59:32 PM »
Maybe she needed glasses, and it really was here, hiding in the shadows or… or getting munched on by blasted dust-bunnies or something of the sort! Yeah! No one would have seen it or picked it up even if they had, if it were overrun with dust… right?

Lissy was biting down on her bottom lip enough to mark it and if she chewed on it any more furiously it was sure to start to crack and peel, but she hardly noticed. She just had to find…

’Beg your pardon, Lady, but might ye be lookin’ for this..’

Alissa moved to get up so fast that she banged her head on the overhang of the counter, hissing in pain as she folded both hands over the bump that was already starting to form. “Oh damn…” Wincing, she shifted to much more carefully stand, still rubbing the sore spot on the back of her head, and looked from the notebook to the handsome thespian and back again… several times. That was when his second sentence seemed to finally register.

’It’s a tidy story, I do hope you finish it.’

Her cheeks instantly flamed, turning a bright, blotchy pink. Did he read it!? Of course he did! Oh..! Oh no, what if.. what if he realized that one of the characters was written for him!?

“I.. you thank… I mean, thank you. I.. I thought I lost it and… and I didn’t..” She blushed brighter and fussed with her hair, biting her lip as she struggled not to make even more of a fool of herself.

“It’s… it’s just a little doodle of a story really. Just.. some daydreams. That’s all.” That seemed a fair estimation of it, in any case. Wasn’t that what all theatre was anyway? Daydreams put on stage? Flights of whimsy, of fancy, of story and sorrow and adventure that a girl like her could never experience herself.

 

 

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