| ooc: questions about your character |
[23 Jan 2008|02:45am] |
To be updated as I write more. Questions from this site, whose use of Comic Sans I grudgingly forgive.
( it is sort of a meme )
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| Chasing Crows - outside Toulouse, 1912 |
[21 Jan 2008|03:52am] |
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( little!m-p )
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| ((Private work journal.)) ((Quoted verbatim after cracking the code. This one's in English.)) |
[21 Jan 2008|12:03am] |
"for auld lang syne"
2, 9, 7, 2, 4
2, 9, 7, 2, 4
2, 9, 7, 2, 6
fuck
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| ((On a page torn from the wrong journal, taped into the personal one after the fact)) |
[17 Jan 2008|01:00pm] |
I had my life set up so neatly - everything carefully sorted into its own drawer with a separate key. And now this! Not enough that I had to put it in the drawer I was leaving empty on purpose - it won't stay there; it wants to get all over the whole damned cabinet.
I did not ask for this! I wanted a chess game, not - ducks' nests and grandmothers' quilts and feeling responsible for babysitting little sisters and hearing "I trust you" without thinking the speaker is a poor deluded fool. How did I even let this happen?
Stupid!
It wouldn't be a problem if things would just stay neat and distant, but I've gone and become truly fond of him, making promises that I would actually feel bad about if I broke - honestly, I had outgrown this! I have been acting, in his presence, as Marie-Pierre, not as one of the several Ducloses there are to choose from; which sounds, I am sure, wonderfully sweet and romantic, but which is in practice a distinct disability. It is a sign of my own weakness that I cannot bring myself to put an end to it.
I cannot even bring myself to want to try.
I let him call me cheese!
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| ((Personal journal.)) |
[13 Jan 2008|04:01am] |
Update from T. early this morning. R.'s Hurricane shot down over Cardiff - hence radio silence. Basically inevitable. Saw it coming. Still - good lad. Will be missed.
Would be entirely wrong to go to H. abut it. Awkward explanations and then one of those embarrassing emotional moments.
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| [[Private work journal]] |
[12 Jan 2008|11:04pm] |
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Troubling: Tremayne has not had word from London in two weeks.
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| [[Personal journal]] |
[12 Jan 2008|07:35pm] |
Well, Duclos, since you have been so good at telling people things this week, perhaps you can tell yourself something:
Why do I not regret this?
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| [[The personal journal.]] |
[11 Jan 2008|02:18am] |
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I should just shoot myself and save los alemands the trouble.
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| Private journal entry. |
[10 Jan 2008|12:06pm] |
[[In a different journal than the other, and in a different code, although it still cracks out to Occitan.]]
Suspicions, official, begin to circle le Passant. I have nothing conclusive in either direction yet, but unless I find something particularly egregious, that others would surely notice, that requires action on my part - I believe I will claim their innocence.
If for no other reason than that it would be a pity to lose another fairly decent night-spot, no? God only knows I hate most of the ones in this city; where would I go to play chess if they closed this one down?
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| Private journal entry. |
[10 Jan 2008|02:11am] |
[[Written in code, which, when cracked, is written in Occitan]]
There is no limit to my stupidity.
I am in no position to even entertain thoughts of that nature toward anyone, most particularly toward anyone - of that gender, of that occupation, of both of those things at the same time.
The entire tour was a stupid idea; I should have let it rest with the chess game; I should certainly not have told him even as much as I did, for all the care I took in choosing my words and for all that the past of twenty years ago bears nothing on today. Singing in the street - am I 16 yet? I made an ass of myself, and came dangerously near making a bigger one.
I will need to learn four or five more languages in which to call myself stupid. I wonder if there is a language which has seventy-five different words for it, like the Eskimos have seventy-five different words for snow.
Entertaining he may be, for all he has not yet outgrown his youthful philosophy (and poetry, for the love of God and all the Saints), but that is all.
Qu'ieu no me puesc ni voill a los cobrire.
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| Humour |
[07 Jan 2008|08:31pm] |
I hope some day to file a report claiming that someone fell on my knife.
Six times.
Il m'amusait -
(Although that line's still not as funny as the Maginot...)
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[06 Jan 2008|06:03pm] |
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((OOC: He won't usually be writing in French. I just happened to have been thinking in French when I wrote that. ^_^ ))
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