Anya Lehnsherr | Earth 97400 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fridgetothefire) wrote2013-02-17 09:02 pm
fridgetothefire) wrote2013-02-17 09:02 pm
004 ☣ public post + messages + some spam
[Anya looks a little frazzled, shadows under her eyes, hair rumpled. But she's relaxed in a windowseat, with the starfield arrayed behind her, and she looks, if not content, something like satisfied.]
It's kind of crazy. At home, I kept a lot of secrets. And it was vital, my life literally depended on it, but it was easy, too. I just had to let people see the things they already expected. But here, whether it's forcing us to spill it ourselves or bringing other people to talk behind our backs or whatever's next, it feels like everything is conspiring to have us ripped open. And it hurts like crazy but everyone is on display together, and even if there are consequences, nobody punishes me just for being - me. Not yet, anyway.
[A small grin. Gallows humor, or something like it. She's not all that paranoid. Really.]
I don't like it, but at the same time - part of me feels like I can breathe, for the first time in awhile. It's kind of nice, you know? So I'm trying to be more open.
[Deep breath, self-deprecating smile, shy little wave.]
Hi, barge. I've been here for a few months. My name is Anya, and if I haven't met you yet, I look forward to it. Believe it or not, the people I've gotten to know here so far are some of the best I've ever known.
Spam, OTA except Castiel XP
Every few days, between 10:10 and 10:50 in the evening, Anya slips into the gardens while Castiel makes himself scarce. She doesn't mind anyone else's presence, but the angel brings back troubling memories, leaves her too tense, raising her futile guard, to fully enjoy the warm air, the fresh greenery, and the soft feel of petals against her fingertips. And in equal measure, she enjoys that she could bid him go, that something so powerful affords her that authority. In these little moments, victory smells like roses.
Private to Charles - video
[She looks kind of raw, tired and worn down, but she holds herself with dignity as she faces the camera.]
I understand that you probably don't want anything to do with me, but if you have time to listen, I'd like to ask you a favor.
Private to Erik - text
I've decided that I'd like to filter our conversation from the truth flood to include my warden, Lua. Please let me know if that's acceptable to you.
Private to Cass - text,
[OOC: You can backdate or forwarddate it in relation to the blackout/v-day to whenever you want. I'm not fussed.]
Let me know if these sound good?
[Attached are a few cookie recipes, with ingredients carefully marked: ginger snaps, lemon meringues, and thumbprint cookies with different kinds of fruit filling.]
Spam for Alex - backdated to the v-day flood
Anya really doesn't like putting herself in social proximity with people she hasn't been able to observe for long, and suddenly the barge cafeteria is full of them. Eventually she spies an empty seat by Alex who, if not a friend, is at least not an unknown quantity. She sits across from him with a polite nod and starts nibbling on her lunch, rather than ask if she can join him. Hopefully politeness will stop him from demanding her departure once she's already begun.
It's kind of crazy. At home, I kept a lot of secrets. And it was vital, my life literally depended on it, but it was easy, too. I just had to let people see the things they already expected. But here, whether it's forcing us to spill it ourselves or bringing other people to talk behind our backs or whatever's next, it feels like everything is conspiring to have us ripped open. And it hurts like crazy but everyone is on display together, and even if there are consequences, nobody punishes me just for being - me. Not yet, anyway.
[A small grin. Gallows humor, or something like it. She's not all that paranoid. Really.]
I don't like it, but at the same time - part of me feels like I can breathe, for the first time in awhile. It's kind of nice, you know? So I'm trying to be more open.
[Deep breath, self-deprecating smile, shy little wave.]
Hi, barge. I've been here for a few months. My name is Anya, and if I haven't met you yet, I look forward to it. Believe it or not, the people I've gotten to know here so far are some of the best I've ever known.
Spam, OTA except Castiel XP
Every few days, between 10:10 and 10:50 in the evening, Anya slips into the gardens while Castiel makes himself scarce. She doesn't mind anyone else's presence, but the angel brings back troubling memories, leaves her too tense, raising her futile guard, to fully enjoy the warm air, the fresh greenery, and the soft feel of petals against her fingertips. And in equal measure, she enjoys that she could bid him go, that something so powerful affords her that authority. In these little moments, victory smells like roses.
Private to Charles - video
[She looks kind of raw, tired and worn down, but she holds herself with dignity as she faces the camera.]
I understand that you probably don't want anything to do with me, but if you have time to listen, I'd like to ask you a favor.
Private to Erik - text
I've decided that I'd like to filter our conversation from the truth flood to include my warden, Lua. Please let me know if that's acceptable to you.
Private to Cass - text,
[OOC: You can backdate or forwarddate it in relation to the blackout/v-day to whenever you want. I'm not fussed.]
Let me know if these sound good?
[Attached are a few cookie recipes, with ingredients carefully marked: ginger snaps, lemon meringues, and thumbprint cookies with different kinds of fruit filling.]
Spam for Alex - backdated to the v-day flood
Anya really doesn't like putting herself in social proximity with people she hasn't been able to observe for long, and suddenly the barge cafeteria is full of them. Eventually she spies an empty seat by Alex who, if not a friend, is at least not an unknown quantity. She sits across from him with a polite nod and starts nibbling on her lunch, rather than ask if she can join him. Hopefully politeness will stop him from demanding her departure once she's already begun.