Lina’s Songlist

This one is totally not complete. Totally. Like totally. But I feel like I need to get it out there.  Emmelina Lilybrook

Let it Go performed by Idina Menzel from Frozen
“Let it go, let it go and I’ll rise like the break of dawn. Let it go, let it go! That perfect girl is gone! Here I stand in the light of day; let the storm rage on! The cold never bothered me anyway.”

 Shameless by Ani Difranco
“I cannot name this
I cannot explain this
and I really don’t want to
just call me shameless…”

Shy by Ani Difranco
“the sheets are twisted and damp
the heat is so great
and i swear i can feel the mattress
sinking underneath your weight
sleep is like a fever
and i’m glad when it ends
the road flows like a river
it pulls me around every bend”

Gratitude by Ani Difranco
“thank you
for letting me stay here
thank you
for taking me in
i don’t know where else
i would have gone
but i don’t come and go
like a pop song
you can play incessantly
and then forget once it’s gone
you can’t write me off
and you don’t
turn me on”

Wendy Clear by Blink-182]
“But I’d play with fire to break the ice
And I’d play with nuclear device
Is it something I’ll regret?
Why do I want what I can’t get?
Wish it didn’t have to be so bad”

Inside Out by Eve 6
“I would swallow my pride, I would choke on the rinds
But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside
Swallow my doubt turn it inside out
Find nothin’ but faith in nothin’
Want to put my tender, heart in a blender
Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion
Rendezvous then I’m through with you”

 She’s a Rebel by Green Day
“She’s a rebel, she’s a saint
She’s the salt of the earth and she’s dangerous
She’s a rebel, vigilante
Missing link on the brink of destruction”

Extraordinary Girl by Green Day
“She’s an extraordinary girl in an ordinary world
and she can’t seem to get away…
Some days he feels like dyin’; she gets so sick of cryin'”

 Little Sister by Jewel
“My little sister is a Zombie in a body
with no soul in a role she has learned to play
in a world today where nothing else matters
but it matters, we gotta start feeding our souls”

Bad Romance by Lady Gaga
“I want your drama
The touch of your hand
I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
(Love-love-love I want your love)”

 Topeka by Ludo
“I taste blood everytime I think of summer
If that’s true, I’m in for quite a treat
’cause I’m beggin’ for the sun in a mid-Missouri winter
waitin’ desperately to get outta town.
No, you can’t keep a good man down…
Every saint has a past, every sinner has a future
so you know what keeps me hanging around”

Whipped Cream by Ludo
“I think I’m entitled to your body gotta
little problem with personal space and I’ve been
poundin’ the Jaeger. my breath and behavior
have been driving the patrons away.”

 Girl Like That by Matchbox Twenty
“I put my hands around your shoulder
You’re saying you’re scared is all
I think I know too much about you
You think this life would make me colder
I’d give in to the alcohol
I put my loving arms around you, child

You knew damn well there was nothing going on
Is that what makes you feel damn worthless”

 Feral by Noe Venable
“I wanna run ’til my feet start bleeding
I wanna make it all the way to the ocean
I wanna live for life and no other
Cause I don’t ever wanna be like my mother
I wanna learn to walk on the water
Cause I don’t wanna be like my father
I have a sister and I got a little brother
And I don’t ever wanna be like them either

Uh uh Uh
Feral

I had a place I’d go in the garden
Where I’d pretend that nobody made me,
Watch the sun going down on the day like a
Gentleman going down on a lady
And I had friends who would come and meet me
And we would stay ’til early evening
Singing, “we’re not gonna die away so easy
We’re not gonna die away die away, no”

Uh uh UH!

I’m not scared to walk like a lady
And I’m not scared to cry like a baby
I’m not scared I’m not scared I’m not
I’m not scared I’m not…”

You I by Matt’s Dad’s Basement (Local band from mid-90s. Most famous for the song Tupac. Cant’ find You I on the YT; might put it up there if I can find it again.)
“And I feel abandoned
And I feel like I’ve been forgotten…”

Fix You by The Offspring (and Piano Felix’s version, too…)
“She wakes up
Rage and grace
Pulling me closer, pushing away
And me
The sharpest thorn on your vine
Twisting and turning
We’re all intertwined”

Lost in You by Sugarcult
“Six months went by
I almost forgot your face
Till they played that song tonight
The one we used to hate

Lost in you
And I can’t find myself again”

 In the Springtime of His Voodoo by Tori Amos
“In the Springtime of his voodoo
He was going to show me spring”

She’s Your Cocaine by Tori Amos
“If you want me to
Boy I could lie to you
You don’t need one of these to let me inside of you
And is it true
That devils end up like you
Something safe for the picture frame
And is it true
That devils end up like you
So tied up you don’t know how she came
She’s you Cocaine
She’s go you shaving your legs…”

Quotes – OOC

February 2-9, 2014

stolen from Word Porn
stolen from Word Porn

Anyatka glances over at Tor nervously. Silence is unnerving. Speaking is unnerving. Torlach is unnerving.

With so much going on with my characters, I often copy and paste quotes or chat log just to keep things straight. I save important plot points or particularly spectacular moments in my Scrivner project that holds all my blog posts, character sheets, and ideas. This past week, a lot has happened for all three of my girls. Lina has entered a committed relationship, Anya’s possession is gathering interest, and Cwen – well, heck, she’s back in Bree RPing. As a nearly retired character who had been out of the scene for almost an irl year, that’s saying something.

As an English teacher, I cannot help but start to analyze the characters and their interactions. RP is living, breathing. One person alone does not control it (unless they’re RPing with themselves, and that’s a whole ‘nother story). It is not unusual for me to go back and spot missed posts – especially in the Pony – or situations where something someone said could have been taken entirely the wrong way. Art imitates life, and RP is an art. It only serves that misunderstandings might take place, profound and wise words might be uttered, or characters grow in ways unexpected.  **Warning: potential spoilers for The Necklace/Bracelet plot which should be renamed to something equal parts lame and sexy, like “Bound by Fate”**

To Hallem:
Emmelina scratches her cheek and laughs. “I remind ye o’ a mad-woman? Wait’ll ye get t’know me.” She grins at him as she raises the mug to him and then tips it back to chug it down. Smacking her lips, she nods to Barliman for another. “Wha’ makes ye say I remind ye of her?”
Lina is proud of her mask, and mask it is. She doesn’t want anyone getting past it to poke at the pain she drowns in ale and crazy antics.
Emmelina raises a brow and shifts her weight from one leg to the other. “Grave-diggin’ eh? But rather be climbin’ the earth rather than diggin’ in it?” She takes a more measured sip from her ale. “Interestin’ combination.”
Despite her youth and apparent idiocy, her mind is sharp and oftentimes, Lina will say things that reflect deep wisdom that comes from experience and a certain level of instinct about people. She simply chooses to be carefree because the alternate is life-crushing. She is a young woman of extremes.

To Falros:
Emmelina nods. “Long day. Lotta clothes.” She starts to turn to tromp down the steps but only makes it down two before turning back and returning to him. “Where’m I goin’?”
Lina is very uncertain about her relationship with Falros at first. The context of sex has her all confuddled. She’s blunt enough to ask in the middle of the Pony whether she’s going to her place or his for the night, but elusive enough to make the true question unclear. Falros might have assumed she meant directions for his house, not her place in his world. Regardless, they have worked things out and Lina has found a place at Falros’s side.

Anyatka tucks her hair back behind her ear and says, “Go lurk in some other corner, Torlach. If you please.”
Self explanatory! Though Anya actually standing up to Torlach is something new. Perhaps the influence of Aeron’s cool confidence? Or is Anya finally growing up a little? Regardless, Torlach is vital to her survival now that he has the necklace. 

At Torlach:
Anyatka didn’t not mean to sound like gollum in any way shape or form.
Anyatka ducks away from his hand and swings below his arm to rugby tackle him. Since she’s rather average and scholarly, let’s see how far back she bounces!
This was just hilarious. Faethril-Anya taking on Torlach. For realz, bro. Oh, and she bounced far.

To Morty:
Anyatka snaps, “Aeron, son of Arithorn. And you?”
Morducai touches the bracelet, appears unscathed where others were burnt, and makes contact with Aeron. Aeron isn’t amused. Anya’s dismayed that he’s not burned, or at least doesn’t show it. Further proof for her suspicions, if only she could get Aeron to leave her alone when Morty was around.

To Dunstann and Misree:
Cwendlwyn looks over to Dunstann with a smirk. “Cwen,” she corrects him gently. “And aye. Pleasure to see you again,” she says to Dun with a bow of her head. She turns back to Ree shaking her head. “No, I was not referring to your face. Though, I have something for that as well. I refer to the way you’re sitting, favoring your side.”
Cwen knows her shizznit. Though I need to brush up on my herbalism. Did you know nettle tea really does taste a lot like grass? The tingle goes away after you get used to it. Not sure how else to explain it. And dandelion root tea is heavy enough to be very satisfying as a sort of snack. Good stuff.

To Torlach and Eruviel:
Cwendlwyn continues to gaze down at them for a moment before she plasters on a smile. “Of course! This one,” she holds up the plain band, “is my wedding ring from my union with Anidore Resselin. And this one,” she holds up the one with the family crest, “was given me by Arodionn Vallanor, a man I…” she looks down again, the false cheer cracking.
And that doesn’t even include the gold and silver band she wears openly which is not Biramore’s, but the Elf Elodir’s who sailed to the West. Girl’s got a past! Anidore and I agreed their daughter is seven, now, so that will limit her adventuring. Maybe one day Neilia will come sauntering into Bree – will she be more like mum or da?
Anyatka repeats, “Well. You?” She starts to sketch: rolling hills, towering, um, towers.
Sometimes, words fail.
Anyatka nods. “That is what Morty said.” She presses her lips together and adds, “He also said to try not to let him know he’s dead.”
Oopsie daisy, Raen sort of told Aeron he was dead and then Faethril went apeshit. Anya ended up unconscious on a pile of cushions muttering in her sleep as Orchil and Raen watched and discussed their involvement with her fate. The fact that Morty found out about the necklace being from the Barrows and is outraged did no good for Anya’s already fragile feelings. 

To Morty, while telling Raen the sordid tale:
Anyatka looks over at Morty for a moment in silence. “I guessed,” she whispers, blinking as the tears flow slowly. “But it didn’t matter to me.” She looks back at Raen and takes a deep breath to continue.
Re-reading this portion, Morty might have mistaken Anya’s “But it didn’t matter to me” as a flippant dismissal of his curse in her pursuit of ancient artifacts and adventure. It was not. It was her admittance that she guessed from his obsessive concern about the Barrows, his longevity against hope, and his glowy-eye that there was more to him than appeared. It was her admittance that despite the fact he could be a monster and his insistence that she does not, she loved him. Her tears were a mixture of shame that she betrayed his trust by taking the adventure with Teiblanc, horror that he now knew, and fear that he’d never speak to her again. And of course, the classic crying because you’re crying when you promised yourself you wouldn’t cry any more.

Anyatka will continue to sleep-talk for several hours. Several times she will throw her arms up as if defending herself while crying out. Each time ‘Morty’ passes her lips, her eyes open and flash as if Aeron were connecting with her feelings for him. Several times, she whimpers and pleads for the necklace, muttering how ‘he’ needs it for protection.
Ultimately, Anya’s possession is a love story. Faethril, even in the demonic form that she exists in presently, only seeks Aeron’s safety which she tied to the old family heirloom, his necklace. Aeron, though much more sentient than his lover, also rears a much more feral persona whenever Anya is overwhelmed or hurt by her feelings for Morty. Aeron surges forth to protect her, feeling the connection between her and Faethril and seeking to rid her of the pain.

Snapshot – Anya’s Current Playlist

Not an exhaustive list by far. I will probably update occasionally. The songs range from representative of her current situation, her personality, and her past. And there’s Cowboy Bebop because no list is complete without Cowboy Bebop.

Sally’s Song performed by Amy Lee

I sense there's something in the wind That seems like tragedy's at hand And though I'd like to stand by him Can't shake this feeling that I have The worst is just around the bend And does he notice my feelings for him? And will he see how much he means to me? I think it's not to be What will become of my dear friend? Where will his actions lead us then? Although I'd like to join the crowd In their enthusiastic cloud Try as I may, it doesn't last And will we ever end up together? no, I think not, it's never to become For I am not the one
I sense there’s something in the wind
That seems like tragedy’s at hand
And though I’d like to stand by him
Can’t shake this feeling that I have
The worst is just around the bend
And does he notice my feelings for him?
And will he see how much he means to me?
I think it’s not to be
What will become of my dear friend?
Where will his actions lead us then?
Although I’d like to join the crowd
In their enthusiastic cloud
Try as I may, it doesn’t last
And will we ever end up together?
no, I think not, it’s never to become
For I am not the one

Blue, live by The Seatbelts

The Horror of Our Love by Ludo

Pretty Girl (The Way) by Sugarcult

Overlap by Ani Difranco

Asking Too Much by Ani Difranco

What am I to You by Norah Jones

Learning to Fly by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers

Wicked Little Town by John Cameron Mitchell and Stephen Trask

The Origin of Love by John Cameron Mitchell and Stephen Trask

Family Portrait by Pink

Down Easy by Noe Venable

Teardrop/Cowboy Bebop AMV

Cowboy Bebop

Calypso by Suzanne Vega

Anticipate by Ani Difranco

Love Me Dead by Ludo

Grey by Ani Difranco

Two Little Girls by Ani Difranco

Worthy by Ani Difranco

Don’t You Forget about Me by Simple Minds

-See ya, Space Cowboy