Melpomene: The third of nine.

inspiredvoice — Wed, 18 May 2011 03:21:29 GMT

Terpsichore poisoned me with her itchy, antsy, stupidly tasty wine. It was better than my rum.

Oh my god, it's so much better than rum.

inspiredvoice — Sat, 07 May 2011 02:40:07 GMT

Though May has proven a very lucrative month for me so far, a girl can only sing "Proud to be an American" so many times before wanting to move to Canada.

I need a change of venue.

Nyxie, save me from the street crowd. Pretty please?

[Filter: Kleio]

inspiredvoice — Wed, 20 Apr 2011 04:20:29 GMT

Kleio I need two things from you.

1. You're advice on something.
2. To keep this a freaking secret. From everyone.

And I mean everyone.

inspiredvoice — Sun, 17 Apr 2011 15:36:15 GMT

It was fun while it lasted, but damn it's nice to have breasts again.

inspiredvoice — Wed, 06 Apr 2011 04:43:55 GMT

Dad:

Her name was Eliza. She had long black hair and skin the color of cinnamon and sugar. I told her I was only in town for the week. She doesn't expect me to call, but she gave me her number anyway.

I do have to say, the grass may not be greener on this side, but I swear it's all marijuana.

[Video]

inspiredvoice — Fri, 01 Apr 2011 05:08:10 GMT

[Mel just clicks on the video feed and starts talking. The image really says it all.]

All right. I'll say it. This: not so bad.

It sure as hell will be interesting.

inspiredvoice — Tue, 29 Mar 2011 23:40:08 GMT

I'm feeling more like myself. I suppose the cure for extreme emotion is another extreme. Whatever.

[Filter:Pallas]

We should talk about all this stuff.

Fuck my life-

No, no way. This is how it all starts. Sending you private messages where no one else can see.

[/filter]
[Filter: Pallas]

I will eventually stop loving you. I know I will if I make myself.
Fucking hell. Screw this-

I don't need to say it to you. I don't need fucking closer.

Fuck me. No. I didn't mean it like that.

Shit.

inspiredvoice — Thu, 24 Mar 2011 16:06:00 GMT

I almost feel like I'm getting better. I didn't get into a fight last night or even exercise my little gift for tragedy.

Instead one of my acquaintances offered to take me home. This place is trash but I don't really mind. He wanted to have sex but the guy did so much coke and had way to much to drink he passed out before he even aimed for second base.

I think he's O.D'ed. Not to sure. I'll poke him again in an hour or so if he doesn't move.

[ Voice ]

inspiredvoice — Wed, 16 Mar 2011 01:21:40 GMT

Yeah, so I'm getting out of here. I hate these walls. I hate this air.

And by the time you all see this I'll be gone.

Thalia, I'm leaving a ton of my crap behind. Pitch it, keep it, do whatever you want.

I'm out.

[End voice feed. Responses will come several hours later. She is taking her computer, some clothes and a few other items.]

[ Voice ]

inspiredvoice — Wed, 09 Mar 2011 01:48:30 GMT

Here Kitty kitty.

Come out come out where ever you are. You think I'm afraid of this shit? Bring it bitches. Don't just have the fucking thing making noises at night. I don't sleep for shit anyway. Send the real thing of fangs and claws and I'll

Rip.
It's.
Guts.
Out.

[ Voice ]

inspiredvoice — Tue, 01 Mar 2011 06:05:26 GMT

[Her voice is slightly slurred and it comes in and out. Those who truly know her well will be able to tell that she is very drunk. Mel can hold her liquor very well when she wants to.]

So I was sitting in this bar, and these two turtle doves were being absolutely revoltingly adorable. And all I could think was that it wasn't real. She didn't love him, he was lying to her. It was all fake. And it was going to end badly.

[Surprised laugh]

And then, you wouldn't believe it! He up and got this look on his face and asked her if she really loved him. And then she went off about his late nights at the office and it just went KABLOOEY! Right there in front of me!

At first, I thought it was just coincidence, but man, I gotta tell ya, I felt it. Like a phone call. I reached out and touched some body.

And that old saying is sooo true. Misery fucking loves company.

[ooc note: for close family/friends, be advised you will have noticed Mel's been drinking every day since the 23rd.]

inspiredvoice — Thu, 24 Feb 2011 03:56:38 GMT

I feel physically ill.

Epiales, I hope you have no plans because I'm about to interrupt them. And I'm not really giving you a choice.

inspiredvoice — Wed, 02 Feb 2011 02:43:06 GMT

So my crowds are getting much better now that my voice is back to normal. Nothing like an emotive compelling song to bring in the paying customers.

But weird thing: There's this street side artist that works near my area. Normally I don't pay much attention to him, but he stuck around after I was finishing up. Caught him red handed with this.

No I did not pay him the $10 bucks for it.

Someone's feeling cheerful

inspiredvoice — Sun, 30 Jan 2011 15:58:26 GMT

Girls you should have been there. I'll have to do something with it to memorialize the event.

Maybe a painting, or a play. I haven't written a play in a while. Maybe both.

Video

inspiredvoice — Tue, 11 Jan 2011 20:41:27 GMT

[Mel is laying on her bed, with her laptop next to her. You can see her upper body and face. And while she talks, in a very dull version of her voice, she plays with something between the fingers of one hand. Close inspection of the picture would reveal the item she's toying with is a razor blade.]

Have you ever had those moments, when you realize things are going really well in your life? And then you just have this aching need to do something to screw it the fuck up?

[She rolls onto her side, facing the lappy, tapping the key board with the little blade in her hand.]

No? Well, I do.

[She reaches up and closes the laptop. End video feed.]

inspiredvoice — Fri, 31 Dec 2010 17:52:43 GMT

Sisters, Sunshine, possibly other interested parties:

We're partying tonight. No question. The real question is, who's hosting?

Because this will not end well.

inspiredvoice — Sun, 19 Dec 2010 05:08:16 GMT

I've found that I have some extra time on my hands, this holiday season, so I decided to do something in the spirit of giving.

I've volunteered at the local Suicide Help Line!

inspiredvoice — Mon, 13 Dec 2010 01:07:59 GMT

With all the noise, the crowds, the bells, whistles and copious amounts of money exchanging hands, this place seems to have been turned into a holiday shopping mall. Complete with broken escalators.

Tragic Christmas Everyone!

inspiredvoice — Wed, 08 Dec 2010 19:35:24 GMT

You know, when I first starting thinking about the basis of this holiday, I thought "eh, not my thing." But you know what? I was so wrong.

Tis the season to trample strangers under foot because you want to get to that sale first. Tis the season for Grandma to be run over by Santa Claus on Christmas Eve (When a lump of coal just won't do!) Tis the season for a poor child to buy his mom a pair of holiday foot wear she can have while she's dying an agonizingly slow death from cancer.

Tis the season to kill love with greed and eat goose while tiny Tim coughs himself to death. Tis the season to melt your magic snow friend because you want to play in the noon day sun. Tis the season for Jack Frost to get everything but the pretty girl he always wanted and to watch her marry some pompous jerk.

I love Christmas!

inspiredvoice — Sun, 28 Nov 2010 01:05:52 GMT

I have found a new love. It's name is Fable III.

inspiredvoice — Thu, 18 Nov 2010 01:30:51 GMT

So after a little investigating (read: paying attention to everybody else's panic.) I've come to the conclusion that I must have some kind of regret or something when it comes to Orpheus and how he died.

And I also discovered that if you put on headphones and play things like the llama song, it's actually kind of fun.

inspiredvoice — Fri, 05 Nov 2010 00:08:18 GMT

[Cassandra will find this adorable little fella, with cage and all the accoutrement (including a heat light that is hooked up to a temporary battery), outside her door. There is a note on top of the cage that reads "Merry Unbirthday Beautiful."]

[Video]

inspiredvoice — Tue, 02 Nov 2010 02:02:06 GMT

[The Muse is not happy. At. All. She's seething with what we can call barely contained rage. She leans towards the camera with her arms spread to brace her on the table the laptop is sitting on. You can probably hear her nails digging into the wood.]

You bitch!

You fucking shit eating, cock gobbling, sperm chewing, cum dumpster ditch slut!

What the fuck did you do to my voice?!

[This is where the intelligible part of the video ends and the random string of profanities spews forth. It does get worse than it was, and she does start throwing things. Specifically a chair, which she flings against the wall, leaving a nice dent in the paint. Eventually, the computer is slammed shut and the feed cuts off.]

inspiredvoice — Sun, 24 Oct 2010 01:53:21 GMT

Sunshine! I found a replacement costume! Trick 'r Treat is go!

What are the rest of you second placers wearing?

[ooc: I dub this the costume thread! XD]

[Video]

inspiredvoice — Wed, 20 Oct 2010 02:25:51 GMT

[Because she suddenly woke up in Apollo's place and her clothes didn't fit, she is wearing one of his shirts. And that's about it. It covers enough for this to be considered PG-13.]

Bitchin'! This is better than any of that anti-aging bullshit!

[She twirls in a circle with her arms out, making the rating go up to a solid R with a nice little glimpse of her pert backside. Then she faces the camera again and pulls the shirt out from her chest so she can look down inside the collar]

Course the tits are back to being under developed. I wonder if this means I'm a virgin again.

[ooc: pretend that last part was there originally. >.> ]