Witty Title

For malcolmeffect and later ashes_ascended

elfcross — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 02:39:14 GMT

When: Sometime in the second week of November

Her dirty work was now done, and it was time for her NEW crush to fall madly in love with her.

She still liked the shiny guy, but he NEVER called her and she was much to beautiful to wait around for someone. Instead, she knocked on the door of Dr.Ian Malcolm.

This guy was a perfect to make someone else jealous, and he'd be able to support her lifestyle. What could go wrong?

((Posting Order: Ian, Phoenix, Raissa))

for lostinthefog

elfcross — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 20:14:06 GMT

Raissa, or Rubella as some called her, waited in the shadows for someone to come by.

She was so sick of the shiny guy and his friends. She wanted to make them pay. What made all of them so special?

Well, he'd know she was back from her nice little trip, and come by to see her, possibly try to get his friend back. Her plans were wonderful, weren't they?

elfcross — Tue, 03 Mar 2009 01:18:22 GMT

Bald guy. Kitten is still alive.

just_muse_me 13.9.1 Birthday Cake Photo

elfcross — Sat, 31 Jan 2009 22:33:32 GMT

The young woman was almost finished with her shopping trip when another cart rudely stopped her in front of the bakery. She was about to push it out of the way, when the white cake caught her eye. It was a birthday cake. A white cake, with purple icing that read 'Happy Birthday' and candy confetti. Three colored flowers of icing were on the edge of the cake.

Birthday. Who cared about those anyway? It was just a day like any other. The parties, the presents, the cakes. All of them were stupid, and she wasn't thinking that because she'd never had a party. No one ever invited her to any parties either.

The cake was pointless, an absolute waste of money and she had no idea why she picked it up and stuck it in her cart. Her date of birth was in May, several months away and again, she never celebrated it. Jackie stared at it for a moment, then pushed the other cart out of the way so she could hurry and get out of the store. It was 2009, she shouldn't have to shop with people. Why wasn't grocery delivery available everywhere?

Holding her head up, she walked to the check out line, and dared the cashier to ask her about the cake. Luckily, the cashier was a zombie with dead eyes that barely spoke a word to her. Those were her favorite. No questions, no small talk- just serving her function in the least annoying way possible.

"Happy Birthday." she said to herself, once home. The cake went on the table, and she realized she didn't have the colorful birthday candles that she always saw on cakes. Instead, she gathered the smallest tapers she could fine, and set them on the cake.

This was so stupid. If anyone saw her they would laugh and she would have to throw the cake at them. If they heard her singing 'Happy Birthday' to herself, they would laugh. Luckily, she was alone as usual and the cake was all hers. Blowing the candles out and cutting a slice for herself were private moments that she wouldn't share with anyone.

Just a cake, that's all it was. All it would ever be.

Muse: Jacques Laveau
Word Count : 394
Fandom: Original Character

7.4.2 Conversation for just_muse_me

elfcross — Thu, 13 Nov 2008 09:49:42 GMT

I hate conversation. That's right, I hate talking to people. I'll do it because it's necessary, but I hate pretending like I care what's coming out of your mouth. What do you have to say that's important? Nothing? You'd rather talk about the poorly written TV show that you watch every week? Fine, yak on about that.

Yak, blab, gab, whatever word you choose. All of those words mean the same thing, speaking to someone else about something pointless. Oh,you want to know something I love about conversations? The things people say when they think no one is listening. It's usually in public, like a pair of earphones means that no one is listening.

I can't stand those people. If you want to talk about something that no one else can ever know, go into your own home and cross your fingers that no one bugged it. You always have to be on the lookout for people. Almost nothing is private anymore. I don't worry about it, because I only like to talk about important things to one or two people, and I only say what's necessary. It's what you have to do.

Conversation is fine for most of you, but for me, I learn more about you when I watch and listen. Go ahead and talk. I'll be judging you and laughing at you the whole time.

Letter to someone you lost for charloft

elfcross — Fri, 24 Oct 2008 17:06:39 GMT

Choose one person in your life that you have lost (Any kind of loss), and tell us what you would say if they came back.

Dear Daddy,

I really don't know what to call you. Dad? Father? Pops? I never got to know you. It's your fault that you got killed- oh, don't try to pawn it off on someone else. You were doing something stupid. You had a pregnant girlfriend and you go off and- whatever, you know, you died. You left me alone, and now I am completely screwed up. It's all your fault. Every last bit of it. I hate you. I hate you, I hate you. I hate...

I really still want you in my life. I'm smart and I'm doing what I love. I love you Daddy, and I wish you could have seen your little girl grow up.

Love, Your Daughter

OOC post for charloft

elfcross — Fri, 24 Oct 2008 17:03:14 GMT

1. How did you choose/create the muse you use? I wanted to create a villain, but I wanted it to be somewhat original. I took a voodoo background, a screwed up childhood, a few mental illnesses and high intelligence, then created this beauty. I'm not aware of any villains that are like her, but if any of you know of any, I'd love to compare so that I can tweak her.

2. What do you hope to get from this community? ~~Victims.~~ I hope to meet other muns, share ideas... perhaps get this girl in a game or a plot.

3. What would you like others to know about your character(s)? Her real name is Princess Jacques Laveau. She was raised by her Grandmother in Louisiana, and spoiled rotten. She's criminally insane and has taken many lives- she is also extremely intelligent. She has a B.A. in psychology, and knows quite a bit about chemistry.

Right now, this character doesn't really have any goals. If she doesn't like you, you become a target. If you do something annoying to her, you become a target. She refuses to tell anyone her real name, and she lies almost always. Her personality appears to change quite a bit too- but if you get to know her well enough you will learn what is real and what is a charade. That is, if she likes you long enough so that you get to know her.

Summary: Beware: Manipulative psycho on the loose (She needs friends!)

4. What would you like others to know about you? I'm a nice person, even if my character can be mistaken for the Anti-Christ (she's not)

5. What would you like to know about the other folks in this community? Do villains turn you off from playing?

OOC: I hate my Mun. I would never do anything like this.

elfcross — Wed, 08 Oct 2008 23:29:04 GMT

♥THE RP LOVE MEME♥
V2 ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

Just muse me 4.6.6

elfcross — Sat, 04 Oct 2008 08:41:03 GMT

5 times contemplate revenge - 1 time acted

1) The Name - Princess Jacques was a terrible name. She understood that her mother wanted everyone to know she was a girl, but that could have been done without naming her Princess.

When she finally tracked the woman down, she lived in the slums. A few other kids were with her, and then a drunken older man. She looked happy in her squalor, and Jackie (as she called herself), decided it wasn't worth yelling at her for an explanation and revenge. The woman could be happy in her squalor for all she cared.

2) Sand - She was only three or four when it happened, and it was something that happens to children every day. A small group of them played in the sandbox, pushing around piles of sand, burying toys, and babbling when without warning a little boy with a blonde bowl cut flung a handful of sand in her face.

The little girl thought about taking her plastic shovel, and hitting the boy in the head until red came out and he cried, but she didn't. She didn't want the red stuff on her clothes. It was the blue shirt with the rainbow on it, and the blue pants that had a rainbow on the pocket. The sand would come right off, but red stuff would stay and not come out after it went in the washing machine.

3) Embarrassment - Weddings were all too common, and since she was the cutest, she was always the flower girl. That day was no exception as she wore a perfect white dress- nearly a replica of the Bride's gown. All of the adults cooed when she turned around in the dress, she was the perfect Princess.

She had her role as flower girl down to a science, she knew when to smile, when to take steps, and when to gracefully spread the artificial flower petals on the white runner. Second to the bride the flower girl was the most important part of the wedding. If she screwed her job up, everyone knew that it would mess up the entire wedding.

When the ring bearer spoke up, she nearly dropped her basket mid-step.

"She's got a boys name!"

Everyone laughed, and the perfect flower girl was now just any other bumbling kid recruited to throw flower petals to the ground. She wanted to throw the basket at him, and kick him repeatedly until he had to go to the hospital. The only reason that she didn't, was because she had to make sure that the rest of her job as flowergirl was perfect.

4) Outcast - The 'Pretty Princess Club' was formed by the most popular sixth graders in her school. When they went to the seventh grade, they would be the most popular girls. They were forming a social group that she wanted to be part of. She was the prettiest Princess, and it was part of her name.

When they told her that she could be in the club, she was thrilled to become one of the popular girls. She would go to the mall with them and they'd buy matching bracelets and earrings. They would all rule the school together and be in pictures in the year book.

She was happy in that fantasy until they doused her with swamp water. All of the other girls laughed, and walked away. It was a joke, something that they could use against her when school started.

It would have been easy to beat them with shovels, and dump the bodies in the swamp- but she didn't. They would accuse her, and she would end up in some stupid jail for troubled kids.

5) Theft - When she first realized something was off, it would have been smart of her to get help, from anyone, but she didn't. Maybe it would go away- or she was imagining things, but that wasn't so. On her fourteenth birthday she realized that she was five months pregnant.

Explaining it would have taken entirely too long, and no one would believe her. The perfect little princess wouldn't do anything like that, she was supposed to be as pure as the driven snow. The product of several years of boundary issues, blackmail and too much trust was only a few months from entering the world and turning everything on end.

Hiding it was almost too easy. Classmates, her Grandmother, the members of the church, all of them were clueless. It would have all been fine if only the child didn't make so much noise, but that's what he did right after the messy and painful bathroom birth. She thought it would be okay. She could quiet him, he would be Jacques, and she would call herself Jackie. If she ran away with him, no one would have questions. He was her son, perfect in every way.

When her Grandmother burst into the bathroom, she knew that it was over. Despite the tears and pleas, the child was snatched from her arms. The teenager pushed herself up from the cold time, and tried to reclaim her son to no avail. He was whisked away, the door shut and locked, and the sounds of a crying newborn and a screaming mother filled the house.

Much later, the house was quiet, and the bathroom door was quietly unlocked. Not a word was spoken about the child. The teenager wanted to kill the woman, but something stopped her. She wanted to track her baby down, and kiss his perfect forehead, and count the fingers and toes again.

Instead, she cleaned the bathroom. Her child was gone. Her childhood was gone. Vengeance was useless.

One time acted.

1) Shoes - The other little girl didn't care that she scuffed the brand new shoes. But Princess Jacques cared. The shoes were perfect, just like she was, and the other little girl should have known.

That's why she was pushed into the street. The little Princess wanted her to know that she was perfect, and that no little girl could scuff her new shoes up.

Too bad she didn't see the car until it hit her.

Muse: Jacques Laveau
Fandom: Original Character
Word Count: 1032

From Duela

elfcross — Sat, 27 Sep 2008 08:50:03 GMT

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Extreme
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Extreme
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Extreme
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very High
Level 7 (Violent)	Extreme
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Extreme
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Extreme

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid Personality Disorder:	Very High
Schizoid Personality Disorder:	Very High
Schizotypal Personality Disorder:	High
Antisocial Personality Disorder:	High
Borderline Personality Disorder:	Low
Histrionic Personality Disorder:	Moderate
Narcissistic Personality Disorder:	Very High
Avoidant Personality Disorder:	Low
Dependent Personality Disorder:	Low
Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder:	High
-- Take the Personality Disorder Test -- -- Personality Disorder Info --

Meta info

elfcross — Sat, 27 Sep 2008 06:25:36 GMT

1) Name : Princess Jacques Laveau (Princess is her actual first name, her middle name is her father's name)
2) Place of birth: Jefferson, Louisana
3) Brief history: Raised by nannies and her Grandmother. Her Father was declared dead before she was born, and her mother had nothing to do with her. She left home to start college at the age of sixteen.

For on the couch

elfcross — Tue, 23 Sep 2008 09:14:16 GMT

The room was the same as she remembered it. Everything in that house was always the same- meaning electricity and telephones didn't exist to that home. It meant that yellowing silk drapes blocked all light from the windows. It meant that all the light came from clusters of white candles, strategically placed throughout the house. It meant that the smell of burning herbs overpowered everything.

Her rooms were on the second floor of the old, dark mansion. She was barely able to get to the stairs when she sensed her grandmother's presence.

"I came for what is mine." she said, to the older woman.

Her Grandmother didn't speak to her. Instead, she hovered. She held one of the candles, and watched.

"It's stereotypical, and I've moved beyond all of this." The candles flickered in the silence and barely seemed to illuminate the room. "Your birthday. I'll come back then, but just for a visit... I know it is next year. I have my own life, Marie."

Her Grandmother didn't speak to her. She hadn't since she moved out.

"I can't live here. I need technology, I need to be around intelligence. You knew that when I went to college."

Everything in that house was always the same. The young woman sighed, and walked up the stairs, subconsciously avoiding the spots that creaked. Her rooms were the same, untouched except for scattered talismans, meant to give her luck. She felt a bit of emotion, causing her not to disturb anything in the rooms.

"Thank-" she began, before she was slapped by a leafy branch. All of the words were in intentionally slurred and scrambled Creole, and the rituals were something that she endured every time she returned home. "I'm still leaving."

She was met with silence, and one of the white candles.

"I'll take the terrarium and the plants- And my gris-gris." The older woman backed away, a slight smile on her face. "I know, my hair is great, isn't it?"

Her Grandmother didn't speak to her as she talked about her new life, and packed what she promised to take. When they began to speak without words, it was time for the younger woman to leave.

The younger woman smiled sadly to the older woman, then walked out of the front door. Everything in the house was always the same, down to the clusters of white candles strategically placed throughout the house. Outside, everything was different.

Muse: Jacques Laveau /Fandom: Original/ Word Count: 407

elfcross — Tue, 23 Sep 2008 06:00:02 GMT

Everyone loves cookies. Next time, they'll be made with more spices, and added nuts.

So my mun can keep things somewhat straight (she's an idiot)

elfcross — Mon, 22 Sep 2008 07:49:25 GMT

Gotham Verse - If you don't know her, she's a somewhat ditzy party animal who runs around with a Gotham socialite (and pretty much pathological liar). The few that actually get close to her soon realize that she's cold, calculating, and possibly very deadly.

ParadoxLost Verse - I don't know what's going to happen here. She can't quite figure The Master out, so she's 'playing along'. He's calling her 'Bob'

SWS! Verse - Purely crack. She's part elf, part a million other things, and she's just out to cause trouble.

This character is extremely intelligent, and almost always up to no good. Tread carefully around her.

on_thecouch 18.2 Secrets

elfcross — Sun, 21 Sep 2008 08:54:36 GMT

Do I keep secrets?

Doesn't everyone keep secrets? I could tell you everything about everything, but you wouldn't care. If I kept absolutely nothing from you, you wouldn't listen to me.

I answered the question- you didn't say it had to be a yes or no answer. A better question would be 'Do you keep secrets that would possibly harm another person? Please, answer the question with yes or no, and explain how you chose that answer.' That's what people really mean when they ask that question. The right answer is to say no, that you prefer to be open whenever possible.

That's just a lie, which is what you do when you tell someone that you don't keep secrets.

Fine, you want an answer, you got it. Yes, I keep secrets. I keep them because I want to. If you're lucky enough to be my friend, I keep them because it's the smart thing to do.

MUSE: Jacques Laveau
FANDOM: Original
WORDCOUNT: 157

For Just Muse me : locked and meta

elfcross — Fri, 19 Sep 2008 09:06:44 GMT

What kind of child were you?

Honestly? You actually want to hear that?

I was the perfect child.

I know you don't believe me, but I was. I earned top grades, even with all of the crap that I went through. I never talked back to my older relatives, and I remained quiet when told to be quiet. When it was bedtime I didn't argue, I just went to bed. My toys were always picked up, and put away neatly. I was never sullen, and I was always pleasant. A perfect child, like I said.The grades were easy. I'm smarter than everyone, which made classwork a breeze. My routine was to do the classwork, and spend the rest of my time writing.

Eventually, I stopped doing the classwork. Some teacher tried failing me, and I showed him. It's not as though I needed to do the classwork. I knew the material. I don't know why they had an issue with it- geez, any other kid has mysterious deaths in her family- they don't expect her to do class work.

I never talked back, or raised my voice. When someone is trying to make a point, you listen even if it doesn't make sense. Don't disagree
with anyone, especially stubborn people. Just let them talk and kill them later. Kids get slapped for talking back all the time. Just let the adult think that they're right. The same with raising your voice. No one wants to hear some brat yelling. I learned it at an early age because I'm smarter than everyone.

The bed time thing ties into that. I went along with it. The adults wanted to drink and have sex- whatever. If I was quiet and they thought I was asleep, I could do whatever I wanted, all night. When you're a good kid, no one expects you to break the rules. Someone got worried once, that I was too good. I picked my toys up and was too neat for a kid. Then I got happy. They loved me then, and didn't suspect a thing.

I was the perfect, happy kid on the surface. Anyone who didn't agree died. Oh, I know what you're thinking. A good child wouldn't kill people in her life. In my defense, the world is already overpopulated, all I did was get rid of a few idiots. I was not, and I have never been a serial killer. I was a good child. The best little girl in the world.

Right?

MUSE: Jacques Laveau
FANDOM: Original
WORD COUNT: 413

New Goal!

elfcross — Wed, 17 Sep 2008 07:07:47 GMT

No split ends!

[Locked, from everyone]

I'm so sick of writing in code, and all the acting that I'm doing. It's fun, but I don't think I'm getting an Oscar out if it. It's sad that I can't stop, even in private entries.

[/lock]

Oh, and some new clothes, and like... threading instead of waxing, oh and I'm going to change all my circles in my name to hearts. Because they're sooo cute.

elfcross — Fri, 12 Sep 2008 07:43:43 GMT

I love it when my plans come together.

elfcross — Thu, 11 Sep 2008 18:11:36 GMT

Must provide entry text... This code is lame.

You are Temperance

Time. Ages. Transformation. Involuntary change

Temperance is another card of aspiration, but also of much change. It often
represents complex situations. Positively, you can harmonize contrary
forces.

Temperance is, on a surface level, about "tempering." The original pouring from cup to cup might have been about cutting wine with water. So this is a card about moderation. There is, however, another angle to the card, that of merging seemingly impossible opposites. Sagittarius, the centaur, merges beast and man into a unique creature. And then there is the bow and arrow, one moving, one stationary, working together to point the way. Temperance may be, at first glance, a warning for you to "temper" your behavior, to cut your wine with water. But it may also be a reminder to that seemingly irreconcilable opposites may not be irreconcilable at all. Belief that fiery red and watery blue cannot be merged may be the only thing standing in the way of blending the two. Change the belief, measure out each with care, and you can create otherworldly violet.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

Seriously? (locked from everyone, ever, because yeah. This is so locked)

elfcross — Wed, 10 Sep 2008 08:39:35 GMT

Ok, so- wow.

This is all way too easy. Lame, but easy. I know I'm speaking too soon, but- really. Come on. A guy dressed like a tick? This should be so much fun.

And way the hell too easy.

elfcross — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 21:11:48 GMT

Ok, decided to see what the big deal was.

Nothing, so far. Mom, seriously. You need to get out more.