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|Friday, April 29th, 2005|
Tradition and Treachery
By yours truly.http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2173979/1/
It's a work-in-progress Masquerade fic, focusing on the goings-on and political dealings and back-stabbing of one (unnamed) domain in America. I've based a lot of the characters off of those I encountered in game, and the story (I've been told) has a LARP feel to it.
Read if you're interested. If not; don't. I'd just appreciate some feedback. It's fairly long so far, and I'm working on the next chapter.
|Tuesday, December 14th, 2004|
More Abigale fic. This one turned out to be quite a bit longer than I had anticipated... but I think I like it anyway.
**Update** Slightly edited, 12:27 a.m., 12/14/04( Too Many GhostsCollapse ) Current Mood: sleepy
|Monday, December 13th, 2004|
|Thursday, December 9th, 2004|
Inspired by Others
Well, thanks to mossneko
, as well as others, I thought it was time for yet one more cryptic installment of Evangeline Luna's life in DC. If it doesn't make sense, don't worry; nothing makes sense to her either! ;)( EchoesCollapse )
So, around this time last year my character Mae Glasgow went on a trip to Paris and Monaco with several clanmates. It wasn't the best experience. This piece involves a certain scenario that arose with a certain clanmate. I took liberties with the actual dialogue--but she is dreaming of it after all. The funny thing is that this dream gives her an idea...to get someone to check her mind with Telepathy for any hidden dominates. It's like... "Go to your local clinic and get yourself checked for Duran!" hehehe... yeah. Anyway....( In My DreamsCollapse )
|Friday, November 19th, 2004|
New Abigale Fic
Beyond the Pale
Friday, November 19, 2004
Rock Creek Park, Northeast DC
A knob of wood was pressing into the small of her back. A slight irritation, nothing more, but she could feel it through the layers of fabric. Real. Tangible. Solidly part of the world.( Read more...Collapse ) Current Mood: creative
|Tuesday, October 5th, 2004|
Tradition and Treachery, Part 4
I've posted parts 1-3 of this so far, and I've finished part 4 now. Just to refresh...this doesn't revolve around an OWbN game, but it is a Vampire story (obviously). The characters exist in a made-up domain. The city of "blah." They belong to me, and are (admitedly) losely based on characters I have played or interacted with. People who know my characters, and the games in which I play, will take note of this. Some of it is just very obvious.( Tradition and Treachery IVCollapse )
|Tuesday, September 14th, 2004|
|Friday, September 10th, 2004|
Take the Sky
New Abigale fic that I whipped up the aftermath of this weekend's events, while trying to stay awake today. :-)( Enjoy!Collapse ) Current Mood: crazy
|Monday, August 2nd, 2004|
Ok, here is the third part of my on-going short story. Let me know what you think. I'm working on part four, and hopefully it will end with a fifth installation.( Tradition and Treachery 3Collapse )
|Saturday, July 24th, 2004|
|Friday, July 23rd, 2004|
This was initially posted on our District Doings list for the DC game. I know a lot of the references are very oblique, but enjoy if you'd like. :)
Evangeline stood with her eyes closed, just feeling the wind in her hair. Around her, the city breathed, and exhaled with a cacophony of sirens and street noise. From time to time, she liked to stand and listen. It wasn’t communing, really; it was more a sense of burgeoning understanding. An acknowledgement that fundamental aspects of the Marble City were alive.
Communing would require the city to speak in return. Upon occasion, she wondered whether, if she honed her perceptions with great attention, she might actually come to comprehend the panoply of sensations that ran through her when she stood in reflection.
Tonight, however, she was not seeking any great insight. She was not prompting a vision, or pushing at the boundaries of the theoretical universe. She was just experiencing things.
Briefly, the sultry miasma of air stirred in the small grotto. Cool stone met with moist air, leaving an earthy scent lingering in the quiet space. Images of chaos flickered behind her eyes, and she flinched at the more violent ones. She remembered the events of the night before—the chasing and the fighting and the shooting. Innocent people, viciously pulled into the twilight world of kindred existence by the monsters known as the Sabbat. All of them going about their lives as if no monsters were waiting for them behind the sheltered wall of their ignorance.
How wrong they had been. How horribly, abysmally wrong.
It had been a night of mercy killings. She felt a chill shiver course through her, and the breeze dusted across her pale skin. I’m sorry...it was better that way, truly...
The city resonated with each gunshot, each blow. And she did, as well. Echoes in a still well.
Was Father Dunstin right? Did the city learn from every action taken within its solemn boundaries? Could it mend itself before it was too late? She thought of the Nephandus, and of the things Father Dunstin had told her it had said. It had wanted her dead, more so than many other denizens of Washington’s Court. Was she really surprised?
She breathed in the night air, and stood, trembling on the edge of true perception. The problem,
she thought, is that Justice is a subjective concept the moment it is conceived of, bounded by the mortality of each cognizant being... They never spoke of Hammurabai, or his Code. The body of law...
Her thoughts swirled and shifted. The night pressed on. Current Mood: artistic
|Thursday, July 22nd, 2004|
Ok, so I know I just posted my "hi, I'm here" thing...but I have a VtM
piece that I've been working on for a while. Set up in MET/LARP style
as far as the system goes. I've posted pieces of it in my personal LJ,
but I thought I'd try piecing it together here and see what you all
think, as fellow writers. WARNING: ADULT CONTENT! And the title kind of
( Tradition and TreacheryCollapse )
I apologize for a non-fic post, but I've just joined (as recommended by mossneko
). My name is Tessa, and I play a Ventrue in the Philly OWbN chronicle. She's having some tough times, so I might use this as a sounding board to post her thoughts and feelings on everything that's going on in her little world. Then again, I might just make up shit. That could be fun too :)
|Tuesday, June 8th, 2004|
My current OWBN character's background. If there's anything in it that contradicts some established OWBN rule or plot canon, oops. Comments and criticisms are good, bags of money are even better. Not that anybody's going to give me bags of money for this, but hey, it was worth a shot...( The personal journal of Joseph ShermanCollapse )
|Monday, June 7th, 2004|
|Friday, June 4th, 2004|
|Monday, May 17th, 2004|
character history, may never be used
i wrote this character history for a character to be played in OWbN. i would have really enjoyed playing it, but it doesn't look like that's going to happen. anyway, the piece was obviously written for a very specific purpose: to provide a view on the character and the way it would interact with others in the game world, presented in a way that would (i had hoped) be satisfactorily pleasing for the folks who would have to approve it.
now that the piece has served that purpose, i'd like to give it a slightly broader audience and ask for feedback. any helpful comments are welcome, regardless of whether you like the piece, whether you think i achieved some effect intentionally, or whatever. i don't read all that much fiction, so if you make references in your comments, please explain them.( a few pages of a character's historyCollapse )
|Tuesday, May 11th, 2004|