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Post by Kaltia on Dec 2, 2003 16:54:24 GMT -5
Ahem. Because I can't pass this up... — Ella Darcy, Sun Nov 30 2:00pm
Legolas blinked at the creature who had just... materialized in front of him. It was a female human, but her blonde hair was cut above her shoulders. Had she been ill and had her head shorn? Perhaps. The girl's hair also had an odd quality to it-- it changed colors, from pale blonde to darker a few inches before her scalp.She was around five-foot-eight, with a lean and muscular body. But still, she must have been ill recently. It almost seemed unhealthy to be so skinny. Although, her face was not gaunt, giving this theory less credibility. In fact, her face was not all that bad. Her lips were full, and strangely shining. Eyes appeared green with threads of yellow, blue, and grey woven through, framed by dark and full lashes.
The girl was wearing a floor length skirt of some orange color, a crem-colored shirt, and a maroon bodice with a strange pale-blue trim to it. All in all, she seemed dreadfully out of place. --- Yes, that's my Into the Woods costume, and I do need to get my hair re-highlighted. Plus, I have been asked if I have 'problems with food.' Ask Claudia if I do.
~Ella
Which character were you? — Andy, Sun Nov 30 2:57pm In Into the Woods. I was Jack's Mom. *loves that play* I was the Baker's Wife. — Ella Darcy, Sun Nov 30 4:21pm
It was ITW Jr, because we were in eighth grade.
I was muchly angered by the lack of the affair in act two. I wanted to end up bodice askew, rolling around the stage! *sulks*
But 'tis a good play. But music ish hard!
~Ella We did JR too. — Andy, Sun Nov 30 4:47pm I wanted to have a dramatic death scene. *pouts*
Yes, that was hard music. But fun. The whole cast used to walk singing "I Wish" all at once . . . We had some odd singing moments, too... — Ella Darcy, Sun Nov 30 4:52pm Our Jack's voice changed a week before opening night. The poor thing was struggling so hard... but he still sounded decent. And Rapunzel's Prince sounded a bit like Ethel Merman. I swear, he did.
Death scenes are always fun. I've always enjoyed them.
~Ella
We had one night . . . — Andy, Sun Nov 30 6:01pm During Little Red's song where the power went out, abruptly came back on, and the sound board started playing cow-mooing noises.
Luckily, Red was a pro and went right on singing. She's a cool kid.
Before I die, I will perform in Into the Woods. — Mercuria, Sun Nov 30 8:11pm
I don't care what part I get. I don't care who else is in my cast. I don't care where we're performing or how many performances we do, because darnit I love that musical so much.
We're doing "Working" at my school, which is a ripoff of "A Chorus Line" in which many of the songs are bad. And Mr. V the director is making us compose our own monologues ... evil man. *sighs wearily* — Claudia Beth King, Sun Nov 30 2:56pm Once again, I will vouch for the fact that Ella's only problem with food is that she does not like cheese.
You didn't mention you had braces. *wanted to see Legolas' reaction to braces* Other than that, quite goodbad writing!
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Post by Kaltia on Dec 2, 2003 16:54:58 GMT -5
Suearific Saphie... (oh dear) — Saphie, Sun Nov 30 1:57pm I'm going to gross you all out with this, by who the canon is [just because I can {evil grin}] so be forewarned).
The curvy lines of her rounded body stood out starkly under cover of the blanket. She was the kind of person that could be described as "soft"--not in character, but in form--the sort of voluptuous young woman that would turn out to be a plump old one, dispensing warm hugs and cookies made with love to many beloved grandchildren.
Her face was round and plain for the most part, but there was a strange, simple beauty in it, a beauty that could be seen in the lines of her soft cheeks, button nose, and broad forehead only if one was looking for it. In a way, it wasn't really beauty at all--she wasn't delicate enough for it to be called that. Her face was too round, too plain; her dark brown hair was too frizzy and short, and blemishes marred her pale skin.
But she was pretty, and it the sort of prettiness that was hard to forget.
He wished her eyes were open, so that he could see them again. Those sharp, brownish-green eyes saw everything when they were open--even some things no-one else saw. At other times they were soft and saw nothing--only the dreams, fluid and immaterial that flowed in her own head.
She had the sort of eyes that he'd had--the one he had betrayed. It was a comforting thought that there was no reason he had to betray her as he'd had to betray him.
She stirred in her sleep, sighing softly, and he backed away fearfully. She couldn't wake, not with him crouching there--he would horrify her. He didn't want to see revulsion or fear marr her simple, beautiful face. He didn't want to see pity or disgust in those sharp hazel eyes.
When she was still again, he held a trembling hand out and touched her shoulder, and it was almost a caress.
He had never seen anything as beautiful as her before. Only one thing, and it hadn't been beautiful at all, not in this way--it had been dark and all-consuming. She had a different sort of beauty; the kind that gave and didn't take away as the other thing did. The kind that stirred the strange warm feelings and happy memories he had long forgotten, rather than locking them away and filling the emptiness they left behind with bitterness, hatred, and self-loathing.
As he gently touched her shoulder, his large eyes wet with centuries of unshed tears at the loss of himself; the loss of his ability to see beauty such as this--a hiss escaped his teeth:
"My preciousss..." Now I see.... — NenyaQuende, Mon Dec 1 4:57am ....why they write redemption Sues for Gollum. That was actually not a bad job of describing someone (for some reason the description reminds me of Nicole deBoer, Ezri Dax on ST:Deep Space Nine), and also of describing Gollum's feelings. Especially like the line about "a kind of beauty that gives and doesn't take away". Nice.
But, in case you're heartbroken by hearing that it's a bearable description, of course it still *is* a Sue!
--Nenya, psychoanalyzing Gollum It my goals in life...to write a realistic Gollumance. — Saphie, Mon Dec 1 9:30am Just to see if it can be done.
Ain't that right, Andy? ; ) # Mean to say "goal" not "goals." Bad Toey! (nm) — Saphie, Mon Dec 1 9:30am o *blinks* Eww... That's icky... (nm) — Ella Darcy, Sun Nov 30 4:58pm XD I KNEW IT! — Andy, Sun Nov 30 2:52pm I knew it, I knew it. *dances about* I knew who the canon character waaaas!
. . . but I should.
^_^;;
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Post by Kaltia on Dec 2, 2003 16:55:21 GMT -5
Hellga the Spy Queen of Beleriand - Sued — Hellga, Sun Nov 30 1:50pm I will use and mutilate the leftovers of Hellga, Spy Queen of Beleriand, my RPG character. to compare her to how I look like, check
www.council-of-elrond.com/scrapbook/H/Hellga3.jpg www.council-of-elrond.com/scrapbook/H/Hellga4.jpg www.council-of-elrond.com/scrapbook/H/Hellga5.jpg www.council-of-elrond.com/scrapbook/H/Christmas.jpg
I will use Maedhros's point of view, may I ever be forgiven for subjecting him to this.
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Maedhros looked at the young woman sitting on a fallen tree in front of him. After Dagor Bragollach has broken the Siege of Angband and turned Dorthonion, once full of light and birdsong, into Taur-na-Fuin, the shadow forest, not many of the Edain remained in Northeastern Beleriand. Most of the survivors have left for safer lands in the West during the two years after the battle began. However, there were some who remained. Mostly young and brash, and this woman appeared to be their leader. She seemed to be in her early 20s, the age mortals consider as being already adult and suited for marriage, but still full of fire of youth. Her hair was dark, and bound at the nape of the neck with a worn reddish ribbon. Her face looked grim and serious, but when she smiled, it lit up with warmth that reminded him of Nerdanel his mother. The mortal in front of him had the same reddish skin tone and rosy cheeks as the daughter of Mahtan... Suddenly a ray of the setting sun fell on her hair and for a moment it had same coppery shine as his own hair. Noldor always admired beautiful hair, yet he has never seen anyone whose hair would hide such shine behind dark appearance. Her eyes were brown, color of strong-brewed tea, and framed by thin metal frame in which two pieces of glass were inserted. He has heard that the mortals often had weakness in their eyes and had to look through glass to see things clearly. This one seemed too young to wear them, though. When he has asked her about the frames in their first meeting, she just laughed and said that she has read too many books when she was a child. Her voice was soft and low for a woman, reminding him of his cousin Artanis, who now preferred Sindarin name of Galadriel. She spoke Quenya with a strange accent, making some words sound softer and some sharper than they should be, not at all like the people of the House of Beor to which she seemed to belong, judging by her looks and her demeanor. He quickly reminded himself that he has only heard a man of the House of Beor speak Quenya once, and that was years ago... Quenya was almost never used on this side of the Great Sea, and it was refreshing to hear it from someone other than his brothers... He realized that his attention wandered, and returned to the woman in front of him. She wore a long-sleeved blouse, that was once white, but now stained from months of life in the forest and washings in cold mountain streams. He has never seen the style pf embroidery like the red silk flowers that circled the sleeves above elbows and the low neckline. He skirt was blue, made of high-quality wool, but now the hem was tattered and the material stained. Her feet were bare, and already hardened by the weather, even though her jewels showed that once her fortunes were better. He has never seen the beautiful opal-like jewels like the ones in her ears. He never quite understood while mortal women would pierce their ears... Elves almost never did. Her necklace was made of silver, but darkened - not by years, but by the skill of uknown master. When he was asked her about it, her face darkened and she said that it was one of the sekrets of her long-lost homeland in the East, and clutched the necklace protectively. He realized that his attention was wandering again, and looked at the woman, only to realize that she was looking at his brother Caranthir, standing by the fire a few hundred feet away, and girlish smile appeared on her lips. When she turned back to him, sensing his eyes on her, Maedhros realized that the frames around her eyes served another purpose - to disguise her thoughts.
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OK, I can't do it anymore. I am too tired of describing me-Sue... Hey, nice. — NenyaQuende, Mon Dec 1 5:09am She'd make a decent OC, I think. Lots of knowledge of M.E. on your part, too.
"Maedhros realized that the frames around her eyes served another purpose - to disguise her thoughts."
Ahhh. Great ending line. Caranthir luster?
And may I say that I think you're quite pretty? You look like a friend of mine a little, too....odd.
--Nenya, trying to remember some Russian and impress Hellga-of-the-many-tongues, but failing sadly....
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Post by Kaltia on Dec 2, 2003 16:55:53 GMT -5
Oh...I just have to participate — Blue Iris, Sun Nov 30 1:34pm Boromir's POV. He has just collapsed on the far shore of The Grayflood, having lost his horse and himself become quite unconscious.
"Bema Blast It, not another d**ned dream" Boromir thought as he roused himself from unconsciousness, extracting several now dead fish from the Horn of Gondor. What was this one all about? 'Seek for the flower with petals three, color of the sky and sea, something strange may happen to thee, good or bad we shall not let you see.'
"Fool dreams, and poor meter to boot. Faramir would be apopleptic," he thought to himself as he rose and set off down the road. He walked a while as his muddied clothes dried upon his body. 'I must find some sort of inn' he bethought, then gazing into the distance and seeing an odd triangular sort of house, still standing among the ruins of Tharbad.
He approached the house cautiously, sword drawn, and knocked upon the door.
"What is it," A deep female voice called out, "I have had it with all you Yavanna's Witnesses pestering me. Have I not told you a million times I prefer prepackaged genetically modified 'taters! Oh hello!" she exclaimed as she opened the door and saw the tall man standing at her door.
Boromir was nonplusssed to say the least. The woman was quite full blown. Weren't roses of discribed as full blown just before they withered and rotted? Well, the woman was full blown to say the least, wearing some sort of strange gown she was, an odd clinging material on the top though the skirt was full. Around her shoulders she wore a gold colored shawl, something akin to the one he had stolen from a dead Haradaic poofta, thinking one of the gals back in Minas might like it.
Roses are flowers, he thought, is this the meaning of my dream?
He looked more closely. Aye, this was no untried spring chickette afore him. Her hair was long and curly, perhaps messy was a better description so early in the morning. It was colored like the older gals of Minas colored their hair. He had once heard it called 'change of life red'. The woman was squinting at him, moving closer to get a better look, as if she could not see the nose in front of her face. it was not a bad nose, truth be told, a bit snub and freckled but a worthy nose nonetheless. She had nice enough eyes, hazel with a gray rim, but it looked as if someone had carved a vertical line between her brows. Perhaps she once was a Yavanna's Witness and had spent too much time in the sun without a hat, he thought.
"Well stop standing there and come in," she motioned with a sweep of her arm. "Now I can get a better look at you," she said as she put some odd wire and glass contraption one her face. "Care for breakfast?" she asked not waiting reply as sh lead the way into the house, the green entry way slowly dissolving into all shades of blue with streaks of golden yellow here and there on the walls. She walked to the center room of the three that branched off from the entry way. Boromir had that thought that even if he could not see the nose before his own face, he would be able to follow the full blown walk, or was it waddle, of those hips.
"What is this place?" he asked as he took a seat at the paper strewn table in the kitchen.
"Welcome to the house of the Blue Iris, now what can I get you for breakfast, bacon, eggs, deep fried lembas, or would you like some nice leftover fangirl from the roast I had last night?" She asked as a small creatire started gamboling about Boromir's ankles, a creature that looked disturbingly familiar.
"Oh don't mind the mini," she said. "He seems to be saving up his flames for someone else, and you seem to be his favorite person here," She said before turning to the little creature. "That's my good Denethero," she patted the creature before returning to breakfast preparation. haha - Yavanna's Witnesses - that's great (nm) — technetium, Sun Nov 30 11:16pm Yavanna's Witnesses! That's just priceless (nm) — Raven Firedragon, Sun Nov 30 3:49pm That's hysterical! (nm) — Claudia Beth King, Sun Nov 30 2:53pm
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Post by Kaltia on Dec 2, 2003 16:56:24 GMT -5
Fawkes the Sue — Fawkes, Sun Nov 30 1:01pm Oddly enough I actually created a Sue a long time ago named Fawkes who looked like me (only more perfect, of course). But here's me:
Merry looked at her oddly, and she stared back with her hazel eyes. Girls didn't just appear in the Shire with a 'pop,' it didn't seem quite possible, but this one had.
She had short red hair that hung just above her shoulders and was covered in dust at the moment. Long eye lashes with bushy eyebrows and shadows under her eyes. She was tall for a hobbit, but short for a human, about 5 feet tall. Her skin was slightly tan with blemishes on her face that was normal of a teenaged girl. She was slightly thin at the waist, butu not anywhere else.
She wore a plain black shirt with what looked like faint cactuses and look blue pants that dragged on the ground. Her shoes were faded and also blue and the scarf around her neck was black with silver stars and moons.
This girl was one of the oddest things the Shire had ever seen.
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Excuse me while I go wash my hair about 5 times over now. Well, there you go, that's how I can best describe myself, I hope I did a good job (sort of). Ta!
~Fawkes Claudia Sue... *shudder* — Claudia Beth King, Sun Nov 30 12:40pm Arwen resisted the temptation to raise an eyebrow at the girl in front of her. The human looked in her mid- to late teens; she could have looked older, and indeed would have looked older, if she hadn't had that adolescent inconfidence in her demeanor. As it was, despite her apparent fear, she stood silent and tall, hands in the pockets of her knee-length black coat, black-lined blue eyes behind their curious frames of wire and glass (she'd been told they were called 'eyeglasses') meeting the queen's.
She was a bit over five and a half feet tall, and slim, although not necessarily narrow. Her hair fell straight a bit past her shoulders; brown, with an overlay of an unnatural pinkish-red. Her complexion, though slightly blemished in the manner of all teenage humans, was pleasingly pale, and contrasted sharply with the black lining around her eyes, darkly painted lips, and black raiment.
She wore a simple black skirt that, oddly enough, only reached her ankles; Arwen concluded that the bottom must have been ripped off, as it wasn't hemmed. The open black coat revealed what appeared to be a too-large black brocade vest over a plain black shirt, and a pendant of a silver star in a circle hanging from a black cord around her neck. Silver ornaments set with black stones dangled from her earlobes, and between the ends of the coatsleeves and the pockets, studded black leather bracers were visible.
She would have been quite pretty if her were a bit longer, Arwen concluded.
*~*~*~*
"I feel unclean... so unclean... unclean..." (Mr Snaffleburger)
-Claudia
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Post by Kaltia on Dec 2, 2003 16:57:01 GMT -5
*snickers gleefully* This should be interesting... — Thundera Tiger, Sun Nov 30 12:21pm To say that Gimli was surprised would be to severely understate the case. Women did not usually appear in the middle of a cave system. At least, not within Gimli's realm of experience. But nevertheless, there she was, looking about warily in a way that immediately reminded Gimli of a claustraphobic elf.
She was tall for a woman. Nearly six feet, though the dwarf found that difficult to judge. Her hair flowed down about her shoulders, and though the torchlight made it difficult to judge, it appaered to be a light brown in color. Like golden honey that caught the light of the flickering flames and captured it deep within the wavy strands. Her eyes seemed to change color, depending upon which way she turned. At times they were green as the leaves after which Legolas had been named named, but at other times they became gray as winter clouds over Erebor, laden with snow. She had slender arms and a slender waist, but her legs were surprisingly thick. The dwarf doubted that she could heft a large axe, but she looked as though she could run for miles.
Her clothing was odd. Blue was the dominant color, which by itself was not so strange, but the cut and style of the fabric was...unusual, to say the least. Her tunic was shorter than most, barely traveling below her waist, and her trousers were a bizarre material that seemed to be both stiff and flexible. And the shoes upon her feet...there were laces down the front and three stripes upon the sides, and here again, the fabric was exceedingly strange. They seemed to be made of a very thick cloth, but the origins of this material were a mystery to Gimli.
The dwarf would have guessed her to be in her mid-twenties, though approximating the ages of the race of men was something with which Gimli still struggled. Still, mid-twenties would go along with the attitude she projected. There was an uneasiness about her, but at the same time, she was confident. Too confident, actually. thingyy would be a better word for it, and Gimli knew from experience that thingyiness was a common symptom of those just coming into their full maturity.
Finished with his observations--a good warrior always sized up the situation before making a move, and Gimli was certainly a good warrior--the dwarf stepped forward and cleared his throat. This woman was probably not a threat, but it wouldn't hurt to excercise a little caution. Her reaction surprised him, though. She whirled at the sound and leaped back, assuming a defensive stance that looked rather contrived. Then she gave a small start, stared at him, and promptly ran away, screaming something in a strange tongue that was completely incomprehensible to Gimli. But the dwarf didn't have a chance to analyze this foreign language because the woman was running straight toward a giant pit that an excavation team had discovered only days earlier. Shouting out a warning as he chased after her, Gimli strained to catch the fleeing woman, but a strangled scream in the darkness told him that he was too late. Slowing to a stop, Gimli shook his head in wonder. Perhaps Legolas is right, the dwarf thought. Perhaps I have spent too long down here in the caves.
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Ah, the glory that is soccer legs. Anybody else out there play a lot of soccer? You know exactly what I'm talking about! And apologies about the length. I just couldn't leave the story in the middle. It had to conclude somehow.. ROFL! Classic, Thundera! (nm) — Rose, Sun Nov 30 11:48pm
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Post by Kaltia on Dec 2, 2003 16:57:35 GMT -5
Meet me, Killer Barbie, the real-life Sue. — Elvea Aure, Sun Nov 30 11:39am It's true, though. My family and friends really do call me a real-life Sue, a goddess, an elf, elf-graced, nymph and Barbie (name gotten by the guys- they decided I have the shapes of one *eyeroll*). For that reason have I never attempted to write a serious self-insert... it'd be WAY too Suvian. I've got Mel to be my Sue (and she looks suspiciously much like me in many ways...), but I'll give this a try anyway.
Making this a neato challenge indeed.
Here goes:
Finrod studied the strange girl standing in front of him. Or rather, the girl being held in front of him by two of the guards of Nargothrond, and making vicious attempts at escaping.
He had to admit that for a young girl, hardly five foot nine high, she was impressive when she was angry like that. He gestured for the two elves to let go of her and immediately she flew forward with uncontrollable speed. Just when she was about to run into him she stopped herself and straightened in a fluent movement. She glared at him.
She had a set of the strangest eyes he had ever seen. They had been brown in the center, surrounded by a greenish grey, but right now they were quite a bit darker with anger.
She had wavy, sun-kissed hair that fell to just over her shoulders and surrounded an oval face. Her full lips trembled, as though she was about to start crying and was desperately trying to restrain herself while her eyes shot fire. She didn't seem to be able to decide between anger and sadness.
She was thin. Not the skinny kind of thin, but thin in the sense of slightly muscular and hardly any fat anywhere, except for the places where it made her look like a woman rather than the adolescent she really was. She could hardly be older than seventeen.
She had nice hands. They were slender, with long, flexible fingers. On one of her fingers on her right hand she wore a pale silver ring.
She was wearing the strangest clothes he had ever seen. She was wearing a long, blue silken skirt that fell all the way onto the ground and was decorated with an unfamiliar motive. Above that she was wearing a kind of bodice that was tight enough to be her second skin, and cut quite low. She was blessed with her buste, and was showing it off.
It made him a bit uncomfortable. She had a sense of danger about her, certainly now that she was angry, but at the same time she looked quite sweet and innocent. If he ignored the low-cut bodice, that is.
She said something to him in a language he did not understand at all. He blinked. Where had she come from?
Hmmm... now I see why Suvian descriptions are always so LENGTHY... they try to put it all in one description rather than spreading it over the story. I'm quitting now; I'm scaring myself. Hey! — Kai, Sun Nov 30 10:16pm I lost my link to your Mel stories when my 'puter crashed. could I have it? Sure ^_^ — Elvea Aure, Mon Dec 1 1:22am Here it is:
www.elvea-aure.0catch.com/ppc/main.html
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Post by Kaltia on Dec 2, 2003 16:58:37 GMT -5
Fun! — Feana Puddlefoot, Sun Nov 30 11:34am She was breathtakingly beautiful, Glorfindel thought. Her hair fell in soft waves to just under her shoulders, and seemed to turn different colours in the light - golden, and flame red, although its main colour was a delicious chestnut brown. Her icy grey eyes were big and framed by long lashes, and sparkled with alertness. Her skin was almost white, but there was still a light dusting of freckles across her small nose. Glorfindel lingered a a little when taking in her pink, rosebud lips then progressed to the rest of her slender figure. The clothes she wore - torn jeans, a red tee and white gloves - would be considered shabby by most people's standards but she made them ache with style and class.
Fwoo. By the way, I AM one of those tiny girls with high metabolisms but I do have curves. Did a rant about this a while ago on my LJ. Hair does change colour in the light. Why? Because I dye it so much ^-^;;. But Glorf doesn't need to know THAT..
Anyway, compare the purple description above with this picture of me, if you like: www.timelady.net/dee.jpg *grins* Glorfindel is a FUN elf... I used him too! (nm) — Raen, Sun Nov 30 10:02pm So did I...MY Gofi, I say, mine! — NenyaQuende, Mon Dec 1 4:43am Though he probably wants nothing to do with me after I glomped him in my 'Sue description. Especially since I obviously can't read tengwar! I'm one of those girls too... — Fawkes, Sun Nov 30 1:43pm The ones with high metabolisms but do have curves.
Anyway...were we supposed to say that the character thought we were beautiful? Because I said that Merry thought I was odd...
~Fawkes Same here! — Andy, Sun Nov 30 3:07pm But I only have curves on my lower body. My chest is nearly nonexistant, but my rear, hips, and thighs are nice and round. I have such a difficult time getting dresses because I'm so pear-shaped, but I love my very existant arse.
Andy, who fully believes that real women have curves. Especially in the rear department. d**ned straight! — Randomelf, Sun Nov 30 5:06pm Although as a point of interest, DD breasts? Not as much much fun as they sound. Very inconvenient when buying clothes, underwear, and standing up for long periods of time. Also makes it difficult to run. *I agree — Leonora, Mon Dec 1 12:30am Hell yeah. *Much* more trouble than they're worth. *Is the exact opposite* — Ella Darcy, Sun Nov 30 4:30pm I have a chest that seems unproportionally large-- other girls are often angered for some reason (Oh, sure, YOU want to have to be constantly consuming food so as to stay at a healthy weight?). However, my arse is often referred to as 'Non-existent,' while my hips are there.
Which is good for buying dresses.
~Ella Real women have curves? — Feana Puddlefoot, Sun Nov 30 3:10pm What about people who are just late developers? Are they non-existent?
Feana, who firmly believes all women have the right to be classed as real, curves or not. Real Women... — Raven Firedragon, Sun Nov 30 3:43pm Come in every shape and size, including that where your waist fits a pair of trousers perfectly but you can't get your thighs and backside into the d**n things. So I wear skirts!
~Raven, giving you too much information. * Good point . . . — Andy, Sun Nov 30 3:15pm It really isn't right to classify one shape of woman as "real". Apologies all around. In my head, I always thought that the title of that movie — Mercuria, Sun Nov 30 7:43pm was "Real Women Are Allowed to Have Curves."
(Then again, my old algebra teacher thought it should be, "Real Women STUDY Curves.") Yes! — UnDeadGoat, Sun Nov 30 3:15pm And real girls who shop in the juniors section of stores because they don't like women's styles very much have curves, too! Just because I have a big butt doesn't mean I have long legs. Or that I fit into the ginormous juniors plus stuff that some places have. And what is up with soft shiny skirts that you see them in an 11 and you're like ooh! my size! but they're designed to, like, amplify the hips of skinny people, so you go try them on and your hips look about a yard wide, so even though they fit they look atrocious? And yes, if you read that whole sentence, it's a question.
~UnDeadGoat, who firmly believes that curve-free supermodels are not real, no matter what anyone says! Wholehearted agreement! (nm) — NenyaQuende, Mon Dec 1 4:45am Oh, I thought you said ICKY grey eyes! — Mercuria, Sun Nov 30 1:21pm Hee, silly me. (By the way, your picture's lovely.) *snort* — Feana Puddlefoot, Sun Nov 30 1:33pm And the people did look upon her eyes and they did say, 'EWWW! ICKY!' and they did scream and they did run off.
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Post by Kaltia on Dec 2, 2003 17:01:03 GMT -5
Yay, fun! — BeautyID, Sun Nov 30 11:31am Ack, ok, here I go then. Err, who should I use to describe me? *Thinks* Eomer! Harharhar... Ok, and the back story is... umm... Suddenly I appeared inside the Golden Hall, and now Eomer is questioning me! W00t, I get to be a Mary Sue! :-P
Eomer leaned back in his chair and carefully observed the girl now standing before him. She was nervous, he noted - unlikely an agent of Sauron, then. Still, he must be on his guard.
Her physical appearance was normal enough. She seemed to be about fifteen or sixteen years old. Her face, oval and pale, was framed by long, flowing locks of dark brown hair. Her eyes were a warm hazel colour, and her lips were full and rosy.
It was her garments that bewildered him. He'd never seen the likes of them in his entire life. She seemed to be wearing a large, baggy tunic, with long, loose sleeves. The colouring of it was thick black, white, and red stripes, and a field of black at the centre, where a large maple leaf seemed to be framed by silver stitching. Underneath this in a box of white, also outlined with silver, were the black letters 'C', 'A', 'N', 'A', 'D', and 'A'. He pondered this for a moment - perhaps it was the girl's name. 'Canada'. He studied the sound of it in his head - it was a strange word, he concluded, and so it was very likely that this was what she was called. He turned his eyes to her strange breeches now. They were baggy like her tunic, and were red and white plaid. Peaking out from underneath the bottom hems, were two low black boots, laced with thick beige string.
He wondered where on earth she could have aquired this odd outfit. He decided that it was best to commence questioning her at once.
*Laughs* Wow, that was fun. If anyone needs to know, I described myself wearing my classic Team Canada hockey jersey, my plaid pyjama pants, and my running shoes. :-D *howls with laughter* — TZA, Mon Dec 1 12:20am "He pondered this for a moment - perhaps it was the girl's name. 'Canada'. He studied the sound of it in his head - it was a strange word, he concluded, and so it was very likely that this was what she was called."
LOL! His reasoning makes total sense, considering his total lack of knowledge about Canada. Just...a girl named 'Canada'. *shakes head and laughs* Story title! "A Girl Named Canada" — NenyaQuende, Mon Dec 1 2:05am Which is appropriate, given that (so I've heard) the name Canada itself comes from a similar misunderstanding.
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Post by Kaltia on Dec 2, 2003 17:01:24 GMT -5
WfR - Sue'd. — WfR, Sun Nov 30 11:30am Mwahaha. This is set in Rivendell, during the council. Erlack - just for the fun of it, I'll make it a Legomance. But sitting across from him was a maiden he had not seen before, one of his kin and yet not, for she was of the race of men. Oddly clothed, wearing strangely colored breeches that were not suited to the clime, and a tunic of a make he had not seen before, she had long hair bound back in a braid, and wide brown eyes that gleamed amusedly at those gathered, especially at those dwarves present. The council began, with Elrond introducing the Ring Bearer, and to his immense surprise, the girl. "Here," said Elrond, "is , who arrived here early yesterday evening, from, she says, a different world." The girl stood, and began to speak. "I am called , and I am from Earth, where you and your quest are famous in legend. I have come now, through some strange twist of fate, to tell you what you must do." He (and all those present) gaped at her. Surely, this strangely clad, albeit well-formed maid could not possibly know what she claimed. As if reading his thoughts, she flipped her hair out of her eyes. "Do you not believe me? Then listen to this. Across the table from me sits one known as Legolas Thranduillion, lately sent from Mirkwood bearing tidings of the creature Gollum." He stared at her blankly. Surely, this maiden with the bright brown eyes could not have known his news without some prior knowledge. "Yes," he found himself crying out, "Yes, it is true! She does know of our quest!" Argh. Somehow I get the feeling that the above was not Sue-ish enough. Drat. *Goes off to write her essay for AP European History* -WfR Mary-Sue!Newmoon — Newmoon, Sun Nov 30 11:03am Hm... My CC POV will be Eomer. *drools* Ooh, sexy Rohirric warriors...
He looked in surprise at the figure who stoof before him. She was no more than a girl, a far cry from what Eomer had first expected. But he quickly realized that it would have been an easy mistake to make: The girl, though seemingly in her mid-teens, was quite tall, statuesque, with confident, broad shoulders. She met Eomer's gaze firmly, with hazel colored eyes protected by some sort of glass lenses, held together with wire. Her face was still young, with round, rosy cheeks, full lips, and a perfectly strait nose.
Curly hair hung a few inches past her shoulders, and Eomer had trouble placing its exact color. In the late afternoon light it had an almost auburn sheen, but he could see that in other light it might look a golden-blonde, or a light brown.
It was the girl's raiment that troubled Eomer the most. He had never seen clothes like them in his life. She wore a long-sleeved tunic of a vivid purple color that only reached to her waist, on her her legs, instead of a womanly skirt, she wore wide slacks, made of a thick blue material. They clung tightly to her thighs, and flared out beneath the knee to produce a rather elegant effect.
Eomer felt that some questions must be answered. Frowning slightly, he asked, "What is your name? And where do you come from?"
The girl's face changed, and she allowed a soft smile to grace her lips. "I am from a land far from here, one that you have never heard of," she said. "As for my name, you may call me... Newmoon." Eomer gasped slightly. Her voice, though still a childlike treble to it, was sweet and musical.
-Newmoon, feeling ill
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Post by Kaltia on Dec 2, 2003 17:01:49 GMT -5
Meet me, the Sue of Gondolin. *cackles* — Raen, Sun Nov 30 10:39am (Couldn’t resist using Glorfindel… *cackles* poor, poor Glorfindel… And I am describing myself, as I do normally look like. Background is that when Glorfindel is on patrol outside Gondolin, he comes across a young human, namely me. *cackle* I proceed to engage in a staring match with him.)
Glorfindel of Gondolin studied the young human staring in defiance at him. Her long black hair was swept from her face and tied up in a strict manner, but stands of it were escaping in the strong wind, framing her oval face. She was young, and could not have possibly been more than fourteen years in age.
Her lips were parted slightly in crossness, giving her a whimsical look. She was far shorter than him, and as he looked down at her she stared up in what could be called insolence. Her small fists were clenched, and as he studied her features, Glorfindel realized that she could not have possibly been from these parts.
Her almond shaped eyes, tilting slightly upwards at the end had an alien look to him that he had never seen before. They stared out from behind a strange wire and glass contraption. Her skin too was dark, tanned well by the sun, and she had the look of one who had spent too much of her life outdoors.
Even her clothes, Glorfindel realized, were too strange, too unnatural. She wore what appeared to be a green tunic, of an unknown cloth and no shirt underneath that on her upper body. She also wore long, dark blue breaches, stopping just short of a pair of silver and white shoes. Even so, she had the look of one accustomed to stares, and she gave her own back, staring with unnatural boldness into his eyes. The Description That Started This thingyamamie Thread — GreyLadyBast, Sun Nov 30 9:58am Ok, here's the thing that started it all. As some of you know, I've been half-heartedly working on the elusive and contradictory Good Mary Sue Story. I'm actively attempting to touch on more-or-less every MS cliche, just to prove that it's not really the fantasy per se that's the annoying part, but the horrid writing or the way the canon gets pulled out of shape by the Sue. It's been a major struggle, and is nowhere near finished, but I've been showing parts of it around for first impressions. I showed someone (who shall remain nameless) the description, introducing it only as a "three paragraph description of Sue", without elaboration. The victim.......er........reader reacted predictably badly (which was a source of great amusement to me---sorry, hon!) So I found myself wondering if maybe the mere labelling of an OFC as "mary sue" has a negative effect on the impression a reader gets, especially as I stuck to a description of what I actually look like. Which in turn led me to wonder if ANYONE can be described as a Mary Sue, which in turn leads here, to this challenge. So that's the thinking behind all this.
So, here's the Description That Started This thingyamamie Thread. The setting is Hollin, about a week or so after setting out from Rivendell. Aragorn has just pulled an unconscious Sue out of the wreck of her car (hence the no-eye-color-description bit). The only thing that is different from what I look like IRL is the hair length. I am currently growing it out for Locks of Love, so it's shoulder length right now, but I prefer it ultra-short and am looking forward to cutting it the smeg off.
Anyway, now that I've completely lost your attention, the description:
She might be pretty awake, he decided. She had high cheekbones and clear skin, though unconsciousness gave her an unfortunate double chin. Her coloring was of Gondor, with the pale complexion of one who spends much of her day indoors. Her hair was that too-dark-to-be-blonde, to-light-to-be-brown color Aragorn had heard catty women call “dishwater” and smitten men deem “sun-kissed”, shot through with a little grey. It was also cut impossibly short, exposing an indecent amount of neck.
She was well-fed, clad in a rich blue velvet dress of good make, but plain and too short. She made up for the length with high black boots that were as poorly made as the dress was fine. She wore no ornamentation beyond a strange wirework-and-glass frame around her eyes, now broken.
Her hands were in good condition, Aragorn noticed as he checked her pulse. They were not those of a peasant, roughened by work and weather, nor were they the delicate hands of a noblewoman. She had a few soft calluses on palms and fingertips, suggesting an embroidery hoop, but not enough for a professional sewing-woman. A favorite lady’s maid, then, or chaperone and lady-in-waiting for some young noble girl . He wondered what her name was, and where she worked. Very very nice, Bast. — NenyaQuende, Mon Dec 1 2:02am And I'm not just saying that 'cuz I'm a devoted follower of She of the Cult of Hot People in Tight Blue Trek Uniforms.
Really.
--Nenya
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Post by Kaltia on Dec 2, 2003 17:02:05 GMT -5
Laureril the Sue! — Laureril, Sun Nov 30 9:47am Gah, Legomance. I hate it, but it's just so funny.
I crept into her room, though he glorious suite could hardly be called that as her dwelling. The human had intriuged me at the Council, offering to go along though she could offer so little. I didn't believer her for a minuite. Something sparkled behinde those green-flashing eyes. Eyes which for me could have been Silmirils, that they were so overpoweringly beautiful. They had been brown when I first saw her, but filckered between forest green and honey, always flecked with gold.
There was some knowledge secreted away in her heart and mind that would be essential to the quest. Already she had proven her knowledge of Arda a vast ocean, answering questions from each of the races with ease.
I looked down at her sleeping form in the early morning light. Her long copper curls caught the sun, shining in her rays. Beneath the covers, I could see her curved figure. Truely beautiful, unlike the thin elves who looked near-starved. My eyes traveled up her form to her face, relaxed and childlike in sleep. Her small, freckled nose was round and adorable, unlike the long straight noses of the Eldar.
Her eyes fluttered in sleep, dreaming the way humans do. Her coral lips moved, speaking to someone in dreams.
"Legolas"
I froze, intriuged, and yet a little afraid. She was dreaming of me?
*puts on brakes* Woah, that was scary, I was about to finish that one! Now I see why they like writing sues. *pulls out a dirk and stabs this one* Right, I'll just go clean this up.
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