26 May 2012 @ 07:23 pm
[Filtered to Ken, poorly, everyone can read it.]

Darling, I'm on my way home, but I might stop off for a drink. I bloody well need one. And forgive me, love, but I won't be looking you in the eyes until midnight.

I've made that mistake far too many times today.

Can we just have a very quiet night?
31 March 2012 @ 08:17 pm
[The video opens simply enough to Mara flipping through a fashion magazine. Every so often, she frowns and looks over at an empty chair. The looks start to come more often and will less amusement until she finally closes the magazine and speaks.]

For Hades' sake, will you shut the hell UP! This is my home and my life now, you have no right to criticize.

[She picks up the magazine again and throws it down a moment later.]

That's enough, I won't take this anymore. Get out of my house! Now!

[She has no idea she's glaring at an empty chair as she points towards the hallway.]
11 March 2012 @ 06:42 pm
[There's music playing and Mara's dancing along with it. She's wearing sexy little lingerie set and trying on different dresses in the mirror. She's well aware that the camera's on and it's intentional. She's narrowed the selections down to two that she shows to the network.]

Ken, I was thinking a nice night off. Maybe dancing since I seem to come equipped today. What do you think?

This one?

Or this one?

[With that she leans over to cut the feed.]
01 March 2012 @ 12:09 pm
[As is often the case in these things, it begins with a animal knocking the device askew, showing a cock-eyed view of a coffee table and a woman sleeping on the sofa behind it. The table is scattered with a pack of empty cigarettes and a full ashtray and a similarly empty bottle of alcohol with a glass of melted ice nearby.

As the living room around her finally reverts back to it's fully solid and non-glass state, a Prussian Blue cat jumps onto the sofa, sniffing at her mistress lightly before snuggling in next to her. Bleary human eyes open and a hand pulls out from under the blanket to scratch the cat's ears and Mara's muffled voice is heard.]

He's coming back, that's how things work, they have to.

[There's a whine off-screen from a dog.]

That goes for you, too. Don't you worry.

[She sits up a little, realizing that everything's gone solid again. For the briefest moment, there's hope in her eyes, but she tamps it down and reaches for the device, switching it to voice, not realizing it's been broadcasting video. The screen goes dark as she addresses the network.]

Ken? Are you back, love? Are you alright? Aya? Ivy?
11 February 2012 @ 05:52 pm
You would think by now that I'd know better than to eat things labeled 'Betrayal', but I was curious to see if it was familiar to me. [Or, you know, actually hers. But it wasn't and she's not going to call out to the actual owner although the next time she sees Justin, she might give him a hug. Or not, that was a very worrisome memory to have.]

But I have to admit - the one called 'Art' certainly wasn't what I expected. If I could put a name to that one, I'd be calling the police. [There's a pause as she shudders. How is she supposed to sleep after that?] That was certainly not anything I'd call art.

Gods, if anyone has any pleasant memories they'd like to share, I'm certainly interested. I need something to... cleanse my palette.

[ooc: All my pups have candies up for grabs HERE if you're interested.]
07 February 2012 @ 03:14 pm
I don't like sand in my house.

Has anyone figured out what the bloody hell is going on, yet? The food was annoying, my cigarettes were aggravating, but my bed is now a big pile of sand in the bedroom. The dog seems perfectly fine with it, but I am not a dog and I am running out of patience.

Anyone? Ideas?