http://brands.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] brands.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] queenofwhat2011-06-09 02:19 am
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test drive meme!


Here's how it works!

wanna play a character but don't have the time? or maybe you just want to test them out?
well go for it! post them here like they're already in the game (text, voice, video or action), and have them talk to characters already in the big gay Garden! Be sure to put their name and fandom in the subject line, for those of us who don't know it.
then app them because you know you want to. 8|

Please spread the word about this meme, and happy Thursday!

[identity profile] amasses.livejournal.com 2011-06-10 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[Riful admires tenacity, but not foolhardiness, and frowns up at the human girl.

It's not as if she cares that she'll fall, but she is interesting, and entertaining, for now.]
From that height, you'll fall and hurt yourself. Don't you care?

[identity profile] cagemyhappiness.livejournal.com 2011-06-10 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
It doesn't matter as long as I don't fall.....no, it doesn't matter anyway.

[She continues to climb, bit by bit, slipping here and there and feeling the bark cut into her skin. Everything would go easier if she would just drop the damn birdcage, but you might as well ask her to smile.]

I suppose it would be easier if I had wings, though.....

[identity profile] amasses.livejournal.com 2011-06-10 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[And Riful continues to watch, head tilted slightly. How foolish. Self-preservation is the only thing that really matters, in the end.]

What are you trying to do?

[identity profile] cagemyhappiness.livejournal.com 2011-06-10 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[A little tersely, just the barest hint of tightness in that faintly British tone: what are you, stupid?]

What d'you think? I'm going to catch the bird.

[identity profile] amasses.livejournal.com 2011-06-10 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[The tone makes Riful smile, but there's nothing friendly about it.]

You won't catch it, holding that cage.

[And quite suddenly, she is on a tree branch a little above Eleanor, swinging her legs back and forth. A tilt of her head.] Would you like me to help?

[identity profile] cagemyhappiness.livejournal.com 2011-06-10 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[a pause as she contemplates this new development, expression unchanging save for a quiet spark of curiosity. She believes in Stray Dog, in monsters, in fairytales- of a sort.]

....I won't catch it without it.

[That's all right, she never expected friendly expressions of any sort. Hanging around nasty little girls like Diana and Meg teaches well how false smiles can be. A slow, ponderous shake of the head, and she wiggles up a little further. The next is said with the finality of a child's logic:]

One should catch their happiness themselves.

[identity profile] amasses.livejournal.com 2011-06-11 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Riful puts a finger to her chin.]

I suppose that's true.

[She continues to watch this slow, careful struggle. She has little better to do than watch, and feed. It's a little fascinating, observing humans, even if she takes the same pleasure from it as one would watching the methodical work of trapped ants in a farm.

Her face lights up at Eleanor's words, and she claps her hands, seemingly delighted at this childlike insight.]


My, what a clever girl you are. That's absolutely right. There's little worth in the things that are simply handed to you. [She crosses her legs, rests her chin on her interlaced fingers. The branch barely shifts under her weight. Either she is exceptionally light, or something is off.] I do admire people who think like that.

[identity profile] cagemyhappiness.livejournal.com 2011-06-12 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Blankly regards, same as if Riful had instead rebuked her. Compliments, she knows, are often shallow and meaningless and fleeting things.]

One can't expect anything else.

[She's beginning to breathe a little harder, pale cheeks taken on the slow flush of exertion, but there's not a whisper of complaint.]

[identity profile] amasses.livejournal.com 2011-06-14 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Mm. I have another question, if you don't mind.

[And without waiting for confirmation or denial, she continues.] What will you do with that bird, once it's caught? If you catch it, that is. [polite clearing of her throat, and then she carries on.] A wild bird can't be caged.

[identity profile] cagemyhappiness.livejournal.com 2011-06-15 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
It will be mine.

[That's all. She will keep it in her possession and wait for it to bring her that fabled thing known as happiness. But there's no point in saying that; other people would never understand.

A pause.]


Anything can be caged.

[identity profile] amasses.livejournal.com 2011-06-18 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, what a mysterious answer.

[The next thing Eleanor says though, makes Riful's smile drop a bit.] Now, that isn't true. Anything powerful enough can break free.

[identity profile] cagemyhappiness.livejournal.com 2011-06-19 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
[A slight headtilt. That's a curiously pointless remark, to her.]

Only if the cage is weaker.

[identity profile] amasses.livejournal.com 2011-07-12 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[she headtilts in return, mimicking the action.] What if there is no cage strong enough?

[identity profile] cagemyhappiness.livejournal.com 2011-07-13 08:38 am (UTC)(link)
There's always something strong enough to hold one down.

Always.

[identity profile] amasses.livejournal.com 2011-07-24 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[a bright smile. It's a little too toothy to be friendly.] I suppose you have a point.

[she had been bound, in ways, to Dauf. And even that thing was held in Isley's possession, for a time.] You're a very bright little girl. What is your name?

[identity profile] cagemyhappiness.livejournal.com 2011-08-01 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
[She just watches Riful as warily as ever, accustomed to that sort of look and how it usually precedes cruelty wrapped up in pretty yet petty gestures.]

Countess Eleanor.

[identity profile] amasses.livejournal.com 2011-08-11 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
A Countess. My, what a lofty title for one so young. [She inclines her head, slightly.] I am called Riful, Abyssal One of the West, though simply Riful will do. [She glances up now, to watch the bird.] It's awfully high up, isn't it?

[identity profile] cagemyhappiness.livejournal.com 2011-08-11 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Extremely lofty, as she knows; and a fake title to boot, as well, but without it Eleanor really has nothing. Her small dark eyes train once more on the bird, and her climb resumes.]

Yes.

[then, in a pondering way]

Why the West?

[identity profile] amasses.livejournal.com 2011-08-12 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Riful's legs begin to swing back and forth again.]

I rule the Western lands in my world, you see. [Or did, before her death. But details.]

[identity profile] cagemyhappiness.livejournal.com 2011-08-14 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
All of them?

[climb, climb.]

[identity profile] amasses.livejournal.com 2011-08-16 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
All of them! [She says it brightly, with no small amount of pride.] There were others like me, who ruled to the North and South.

[It's odd, to be having a discussion with a human child about her lands, as if discussing the weather. But she is bored, in this garden prison, and the child's unnerving patience and calm reminds her of the silver-haired warriors. It's oddly nostalgic.]