14 October 2012 @ 08:18 pm
[Today, Miss Anna is accompanied by a pair of kittens, one orange and one grey. Their names are, respectively, Biscuit and Danish. She has them out in the park with her, letting them chase after leaves and tussle with one another. All in all, she seems quite calm and content today.]


[[ooc; After all of Carla's dramu I was looking for a little fluff. Please come forth and play with kittens.]]
 
 
18 September 2012 @ 05:10 pm
[Anna is not particularly thrilled about having to work today, but... Well. She doesn't like the idea of staying inside either. So she will be down at the Blue Light waiting tables, as usual, though across her chest it says quite plainly:]


MARTYR


[There is also a quote on the back that Anna cannot, thankfully, read. But you might be able to:]
“Lucie was only a victim. Like all the others. It’s so easy to create a victim, young lady, so easy. You lock someone in a dark room. They begin to suffer. You feed that suffering. Methodically, systematically and coldly. And make it last. Your subject goes through a number of states. After a while, their trauma; that small, easily opened crack, makes them see things that don’t exist.”
 
 
11 August 2012 @ 01:17 pm
[ She had woken up like this... taller than her usual minute 5'2", her shoulders broadened, chest thickened. Perhaps the others found the experience strange, she's heard a number of people express their discomfort but... she is used to a certain disassociation from her body. She can still tell it is her own. The dark curls around her ears are one indicator, as are the scars around her wrists from the long months she spent in shackles.

But she doubts anyone will recognize her and... that is a relief for today. ]


 
 
02 August 2012 @ 12:22 pm
[The video begins when the device is dropped, skittering away into the leaves. Standing above, with her hand braced against the rough bark of a tree, Anna drops to the ground not long after, hitting heavily on her knees with a sob. She's disheveled, hair lank and draped with a few delicate strands of what might be spider-silk, a web crashed into on her way through the woods, bright against her black hair. There's a little blood staining the shoulder of her shirt, but not much.

She has a knife clutched in one hand. When she hears the rustling of a squirrel waking for the morning, she all but screams, scrabbling back until her shoulder hits the tree trunk and that knife is ripped through the air ferociously. But she's still crying, still panicked,]


Please. I'm sorry--

[[ooc; It's been a while since we had an 'Anna Weeping Inconsolably' post... so here's one of those. She was picked up and scheduled for snackage by a certain spider. She has narrowly escaped while forgetting that she's not supposed to watch the sunrise and is now weeping for your viewing pleasure while totally blinded. I have no plans, first come first serve, but I don't mind fish-bowling, personally.]]
 
 
31 July 2012 @ 02:03 pm
Thank you for the lovely gift.

 
 
24 June 2012 @ 01:10 pm
[[ooc; Anna and Lena ([personal profile] claimyourself) have taken up the work of an orphanage! Both orphans themselves, they have taken up together in an old building on the southwest side of town, not all that far from the graveyard. Below you will find:
 a.) The message written on the lids of several wooden collection boxes throughtout town.
 b.) The handwritten note which has been pinned up in such places as: the grocer, the pharmacist, etc.
 c.) A help wanted sign which has been scattered about town.
All action will be assumed to be at the orphanage unless otherwise specified and someone will probably try to make you eat a cookie. Any children are welcome to hang around. We also have an injured Hazuki ([personal profile] wetworking) on the premises. ]]



In Gratitude of the Giver of All Good Gifts
Please Consent As a Family to Dedicate

A - CENT - TO - SPARE

To Make a Christian World

Aiding God's Children to Live and Learn and Grow.

THE HOPE ORPHANAGE
L'ORPHELINAT de L'ESPERANCE




The children have been hard at work to prepare
a small recital for their friends and neighbors.

We hope that you will join us in celebration
of their hard work on the evening of the 24th.

We will have drinks and baked goods for sale,
all proceeds will be directed back to the children.

The Hope Orphanage
Ms. Lena Duchannes
Ms. Anna Assaoui


- H I R I NG -
Groundskeeper & Superintendent
Accommodations Provided


Please Inquire at The Hope Orphanage

With Misses Duchannes and Assaoui
 
 
10 June 2012 @ 12:53 pm
[[ooc; Hi. Spoiler alert! Martyrs is graphically gory and generally immensely traumatizing. Seriously, for serious. From the depths of my heart: do not watch it if you are squeamish. The video is the entire movie, if you want to watch it (en francaise?) I have it set to start at the scene I want and ends about... 59:00 here (a bit less than 15 minutes, maybe?) Also, here is some of what Anna's mom had to say.]]

 
 
31 May 2012 @ 03:04 pm
[Look, guys, this really isn't funny, but there seems to be a tan-colored pony entangled in the tarp-covering of a small blue tent. It seems part of the fabric has ripped, some of the support poles turning around at odd angles. She's managed to poke her head out into the open and stares at the camera mournfully.]

I... this is ridiculous...
 
 
26 May 2012 @ 08:25 pm
[If one happens to be in the Blue Light this evening, they will find one of the newer waitresses moving about in a rather nervous manner, trying to avoid any of the customers, and has in fact pulled out her network device to try calling off from work, hesitating over the action because she feels lucky to have the job at all, and shouldn't be slacking off so early on, but...]

Vous connaissez la rue de l’amour? Celle qui fait l’angle du plaisir. On peut la chercher ensemble?

[After saying this to one of the nearby customers, Anna's face has turned beet red, more flustered than she has been in a very long time.]

I'm sorry. I'm very-- Je suis perdu. Je cherche le chemin pour atteindre votre cœur. Vous pourriez m’aider?

[[ooc; dig that hover-text.]]
 
 
 
21 April 2012 @ 10:09 am
[Anna has been crying most of the morning. Curious about the shower of photographs, she had gone out onto the with her nurse. She's been feeling better, stronger, and it had seemed harmless enough to wander out across the grass, poking through a few of the growing piles of memories. Maybe, in the back of her mind, she had been looking for Lucie in the same way that she was always looking for Lucie.

She hadn't really expected to find her, until there she was. Flesh drawn with sorrow and scarred. Her wild green eyes and full mouth.

And that is why Anna is here now with her red eyes and tear streaked face. She holds up a picture.]


Th-this is Lucie. [Her voice trembles, although she clings to a modicum of composure.] A very dear... very dear friend of mine. I would like her pictures. [She chokes back a sob.] I lost the ones I used to carry. Please.

[She covers her face with her hands as the tears start again, trying to bite it back. She takes a deep breath and forces herself to conclude determinedly,]

Thank you.


[[ooc; Anyone who wants to bring her a picture is welcome to. Anna wants them all.]
 
 
05 April 2012 @ 01:34 pm
[Anna is very much cursed today, though one might be hard-pressed to realize this, as when she turns the video on and sets it up to record, it is very clear that she is lying on a bed with an orange kitten.]

Biscuit, mon amour.

[She tickles the little thing's chin affectionately, lips puckering briefly to kiss its tiny pink nose when the cat lifts it curiously. She continues murmuring nonsense and baby talk to her furry companion in French, all of it soft and incredibly affectionate, stroking him lazily. Eventually, she directs his attention over to the camera and everyone on the network gets a closeup of adorable kitten face.]

I hope everyone is well today.

[Anna is doing spectacularly today, and she picks the kitten up to let him nestle onto her chest. Maybe they will take a nap together before it's time for Anna to head back to the hospital.]



[[ooc; Anna's goal for the month was to go visit Ariadne and Biscuit, and she accomplished it. Fuck yes she did.]]
 
 
24 March 2012 @ 02:54 pm
[The haunted look will never really leave Anna's eyes, but today she seems just a bit brighter with the sun on her face. She is out on the green for the afternoon, but she is assuredly still a patient when one takes note of the nurse keeping an eye on things. Nothing much to worry about at the moment, Anna is sitting quietly, poking at the device.

From her bed, Anna has been learning about things, watching the network flare and chatter day to day. It's curious, and today she has something to offer. Her voice is somewhat small and hoarse, but clear when she says,]


Hello, City. I hope you are enjoying the sun.

[Her smile is thin, exhausted, and always tinged with sadness.]




[[ooc; Pretty much the same as part one of this adventure. She is weak and not very talkative, although she will try. Action is also perfectly fine, if people want to visit her (she likes flowers!)]]
 
 
11 March 2012 @ 11:37 am
[The music is soft, a soft voice with a light piano. The video shows a woman in a hospital bed -- a woman? or a very delicate boy? the head has been shaved, but perhaps the facial feature are that of a woman, haggard as they are -- is fast asleep as the lullaby plays. There is a faint pinch in her expression, troubled even in her sleep, but perhaps that is not so surprising when one looks at the state of her. She has only been freed from her captors a week, and she is still bruised, still gaunt.

But there is time to heal now.]




[[ooc; Because of Anna's injuries, she won't be able to do much at all this month. So, just to get her around a bit, here we go. Visiting her at the hospital and showering her with flowers and stuffed things would be really awesome. She won't be able to talk much, but she would be happy to listen to someone else talk, if you've got a story-teller type.]]