adventuresinfg @ 2007-02-27T16:39:00

2007-02-27T21:39:43Z

I'm sighing too much to possibly explain it all with the clever uses of *s.

Today I accomplished another new chapter and felt like informing you all of it. *grin* It begins with a snarky little exchange between Helen / Greg / Nieve [too lazy to put in the accent] because I was feeling mean; overall I'm quite pleased with it.

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someday, alas.

Lately....

2006-12-30T09:06:12Z

H'oh, man do I neglect this thing. Oh, well. None of you give me feedback anyway, so it's a fair trade, more or less.

Re-working Chris' p.o.v. entry / backstory. Will art immitate life?

Do you even know what I am talking about?

Tata.

Overdue

2006-11-19T22:37:44Z

Sorry, promised an update on Thursday or Friday over at my =actual journal= but Mr. Bannerman kicked us out of the lab.

So, to state what I need to. The next chapter has been kick started, I'm finally figuring Christophe out, which I now realized is something I should have done a long time ago. Him and Emma I put off the development of the longest, I believe. That's not meant to be a shot at Emmers or TB but that's just that way things panned out. But the next bit is off and running and needs about a page more the meet the word count I like to set for myself and I'm putting that off at this moment, so I don't know when it should be up, but not too much longer.

That's all fer now.

Brain-blockage

2006-10-24T01:09:05Z

Lord above, Christophe is =so= hard to write from / about. I tried to make him funny and slightly amusing / arrogant before and am trying to change his character around so that you see that that is not, infact, his true personality but it's just not working out too well for me. I'm also trying really hard not to write all of his thoughts in French; because even though Chris is French, the story is for an English speaking / reading audience, and I'm sure you understand where I'm going with this.

I'm also working away at my Fells Grunn art, which I had never intended on starting and then finishing, but stupid deviantART has tricked me into actually having to do it. =_= My current bastardizations-in-progress are:

-sketch of Avarien for Sara
-sketch of Emma in an uncomfortable situation caused by Twinkies [wtf!?] for Emily

Oh well, I guess that's about it for now. WAIT! I'm also trying to work the characters powers into the story more and more. Only two have been introduced so far. 100 points for you if you know whose powers and what they are.

-Neva

New Post

2006-10-20T00:55:42Z

Emma stared longingly out the bus window – for someone who had ridden the same route for the past two weeks since her prized blue beetle had broke down, she spent a lot time gawking. Her iPOD alternated between two songs today, alternatively spitting out the lyrics.
525,600 minutes / 525,000 moments so dear
and
Sticks and stones may break your bones / But now her looks could kill you
Hardly overlapping themes. Emma rolled her eyes.
Eat. Sleep. Design clothes. Eat. Sleep. Go to class. Eat. Sleep. Try to fabricate her wonderful creations. Fail. Eat. Sleep. Try again. Eat. Sleep. Repeat.
A small smile touched Emma’s sparkling blue lips – she was going for the David Bowie look today. A few moments later she pulled the alert and got off the bus across the street clothing store called the Loft, where – incidentally enough – she was newly employed. A cheesy bell went off as she entered the store already toying with her new lip ring – not a good thing. Russian, pop music enveloped Emma as she stood nervously by the checkout countered.
“Hello?” she asked tentatively.
No answer seemed to be forthcoming which made the fashion student nervous. Had she gotten the date or time wrong?
No.
If the store wasn’t open then the front entrance would’ve been locked. But then again, maybe that was another one of life’s little quirks that only made sense to her.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tick. BOOM!
“Gothic Hermione Granger, much?” asked a voice from behind her.
The speaker was female, her voice low and husky, very tall, slim and slender, with lime green, emo hair.
“Why do people always associate the school girl look with Harry freakin’ Potter!” Emma was quick to shoot back.
Her attacker was incredibly beautiful, but Emma was never one to let pretty girls get the better of her. The green-haired girl shrugged and moved behind the counter.
“You tell me,” she blinked her eyelashes incessantly.
Lame, hot clerk – cool, hip store. Emma decided to see if this would play just the slightest bit more in her favor. But before this super, beautiful monster of a new job got along any further in the conversation department an assumed customer entered. The customer had a shock of red hair and very wide eyes. She crossed to the discount rack and sneezed loudly. Emma watched her as she browsed and quickly noticed how often she flicked her hair, not in the sense of a nervous tick, but probably because her hair was too long and irritated the back of her neck.
“Well?” her lime green-haired co-worker startled her.
“Well, what?”
“Well, you’re the new girl here, right?”
“You didn’t even ask for my name yet!”
“You emanates new worker vibes like that girl over there,” she pointed, “emanates too many caffeine filled work nights. So, Emma Winters, new worker, go make a sale!”
Emma rolled her eyes but headed off to work anyway.
“Can I help you?” she asked plastering on the phoniest smile she was sure anyone had ever seen.
“No, I’m a lesbian,” the girl quipped back making a face at the mess of skirts she had come upon.
“No, you’re not!” Emma shouted back immediately losing her cool.
The girl turned to face her.
“You’re right! I am the angel of death! The time of purification is at hand!”
With that she pushed past Emma to the green-haired girl behind the counter.
“Ava, Ava, Ava,” she said leaning heavily on the register, “You need new folk in here.”
The other girl – who Emma could only assume was Ava – burst out laughing.
“Touché, Niève, touché,” slapping a few bills into the red-head’s hand, “There’s your pay – I’ve got another new padawan next Monday.”
“I’ll be back!” Niève grinned in her best Arnold impression.
Emma fumed behind a rack of graphic tee’s as the two conspirators exchanged a few more words and Niève left the store.
“Pucker up, buttercup,”
Emma squeezed her eyes shut refusing to focus on how cute Ava looked with her bottom lip sticking out.
“Don’t mind Niève, I sick her on all of the newbies,”
“Why?” Emma asked pretending to rearrange the shirts, which had been her former defense.
Ava shrugged spinning a little on her stool, “Because she’s crazy. Niève talks to people in anything shiny.”
“What?”
“Do you only speak in the five w’s? Niève talks to a friend of hers in shiny things, like mirrors and windows and … toasters.”
“Her friend?”
Ava nodded vigorously, “I think she said her name was Fleet, once … or Flite … whatever. It’s like a personification of self.”
“Are you trying to wax poetic?” Emma droned rolling her eyes.
“No, they’re Niève’s words, not mine. I don’t do the poetry thing, people always get creepy and read too much into it and the world turns out to be emo-fied around every corner.”
“Artists are the pillars of society,”
Ava laughed bitterly, “You wish. Judges, business people and old men are the pillars of society, welcome to capitalism, dear. Socialism and art and free-love is all well and good – if impossible.”
“So, I should give up my views and hopes?” Emma shot back.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Ava responded wagging her finger, “I didn’t say that, oh impatient one, I just proved that your statement was wrong and all. You certainly are an angry, free spirit, aren’t you?”
Emma turned on her heel quickly and began restocking a shelf full of socks. Ava eyed her slowly,
“You look angry,”
“You smell funny,”
Ava clapped her hand over her heart, “You cut me deep!”
Emma smirked and pivoted sharply as the door swung open and two new customers strode in. Ava’s head perked up and Emma could see her waving in her peripheral vision.
“Greetings to you,” the clerk said in an overly fake, British accent.
The short blonde giggled.
“Who’s your boyfriend?”
The blonde giggled again toying with her green and yellow scarf – turned – belt,
“This is Jake,”
The much taller male, sporting a trench coat and t-shirt that featured orange juice in a blender, waved back a little stiffly.
“Hey, ho, all,” he grinned.
Ava eyed the stranger up and down.
“I like him, Antonia,” she conceded, “He’s not creepy like the other one.”
“The other one?” Jake and Emma asked in unison.
Antonia giggled yet again, hopping from one foot to the other, Emma decided she liked her more than Niève.
“So, Avarien, dahling, you like Jake. That’s good; do you also like this one?” Antonia asked motioning to Emma who was still trying to look out-of-the-way.
Blushes crept into both workers’ cheeks. Ava was the quicker to recover and shoot back,
“Nah, I just like to abuse the new employees.”
Jake laughed at the quip and pulled a yo-yo from one of his bazillion pockets. Emma noticed how Antonia fidgeted with her thick, green glasses before and after she laughed.
“I presume Niève was in earlier, then?” Antonia asked after a moment.
Ava nodded as Jake cast a sidelong glance at Emma. She glared back at him; maybe her lesbian soul was on a rampage but she really didn’t like males of any sort. Before she could snark anything out, Jake’s face split into a grin.
“Don’t worry, Niève does that-”
“To everyone! You’re not the only one! La di frikkin’ da!” Emma burst out.
Jake’s eyes doubled in size as Emma clapped her hands over her newly pierced lip.
Shit, shit, shit, shit! I’m going to be fired!
A snicker sounded from over by the check out and soon Antonia’s breathy chuckle joined in. Emma could feel yet another blush creep across her cheeks but stood awkwardly, staring out the window by refusing to hide again. Antonia tilted her glasses on the bridge of her nose.
“So,” she began a little too loudly, “You two want to go out for coffee or something at JOLT!!! with Jake and I when you close down?”
“I’m game,” Avarien nodded twirling a piece of her green hair between her fingers.
Emma’s little blue heard was swimming. There people were so weird!
“Shew-ahh,” she heard her voice respond completely independent of her brain.
“Sweet,” Jake giggled as he began juggling three watches.
“You break them, you buy them, Ava reminded him boredly.
“I won’t break them,” he assured the girls though as he began to take a few slow steps his trench coat nearly caught a display of hand blown, glass jewelry.
Emma rolled her eyes and rushed forward to snatch the merchandise away from Jake.
“Yeah, no!”
Jake stuck out his tongue before taking Antonia’s hand and tugging her toward the door.
“I think your parasite wants to leave,” Avarien said dryly waving her hand at Jake.
The blonde nodded,
“See you two at 6:30 than! The boardwalk awaits!”
Emma watched the two set out and jay-walk into mid-day traffic, was this really such a fine life?
Maybe…
“Excited for tonight?” Ava inquired.
“Why would I be?”
“Cause a bunch of super cool people just invited you out to the coolest café in town.”
“You’re such an airhead, I don’t even want to go.”
“Why not?”
“Because then all your loser friends will think we’re a couple.”
Ava’s eyes glinted evilly,
“Isn’t that the point?”

fer all me loves
-Neva

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2006-10-18T22:44:49Z

Incase anyone is interested:

Sywix // Thomas

Join the snowglobe, yay!

Orlando // Andrew

Niève // Ashley

Jake // Brandon

Helen // Kate

Greg // Eric

Emma // Emily

Christophe // Tom

Avarien // Sara

Antonia // Aliena

if you want the code you'll have to ask fer it

Done again, I swear.

Willkommen

2006-10-18T20:32:34Z

Hey all out in el-jay land. I don't imagine this thing will get much of a following, but that's okay, I'm just doing it for fun and to pass time. This is a journal for my beautiful little novel-in-progress [a.k.a. snowglobe] Fells Grunn. Which can be located
right here at
my deviantART.
This thing will just be full of rants, character sketches from time to time, character profiles, photos and the like. I will also post links to the new chapters for those who are interested.

Tata fer now all.
Neva

frodo_fan_forver@msn.com

Welcome to the snow globe