charmed life .

[Leda Wickford-Rose]

( LEDA BEV. WICKFORD-ROSE )
VALKYRIE PARK, NOVEMBER 10, 2007, EARLY AFTERNOON

flying like an aeroplane faster than the
falling rain, my brain is in the city's crowds,
scattered in american clouds
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though she actually now lived a couple of streets over, leda wickford-rose had been spending a lot of time at the estate in the valks owned by her uncle, philip rose. pretty much whenever she wasn't working with her new tutor or at art class or painting in the little "studio" she had set up in her new house, she was over at the other rose mansion. her own abode got kind of lonely, what with her father being the only one living there besides herself, and lately he was always locked up in his study, working on his new book and probably trying not to think too much about his recent divorce. and she was used to having lots of family right down the street from where she lived and spending almost as much time there as she did at home, so it really just seemed natural to be over at cat and charlie's house a lot. pretty much everybody was happy to have her there - and her father was usually thankful for the opportunity of having a quiet house to himself - , except for maybe cat, with whom leda hadn't ever exactly gotten along spectacularly with, and who was seeming more easily angered than usual lately. when leda had asked charlie if something was wrong, he had explained that a guy cat had been dating had up and left for a couple of months without a word to her and ever since she had been a bit off kilter. he had also advised her to not mention anything to cat about it, because he thought there would probably be a strong chance that a conversation of that nature would probably make one thing lead to another and that someone would eventually wind up nursing a bloody nose.

this particular afternoon leda had headed over to cat and charlie's house at about eight o'clock in the morning, as soon as she was finished showing after her run, seeing as it was a saturday. she was only mildly surprised when she found that no one else was awake yet, but she wasn't unfazed. she had gone up to charlie's room and woken him up, which hadn't been any mean feat, mind you. it had taken about half an hour. however, the important thing was that eventually he did manage to wake up, and after a couple of cups of coffee, he could actually function. they had spent a while just messing around, loudly singing pat benatar and cyndi lauper songs. after they both decided that got boring, they had gone downstairs into the kitchen to see what kind of cuisine related adventures they could get into. a couple of hours and one broken mixing bowl later revealed a very messy kitchen and a somewhat ineptly prepared meal of sorts, consisting of chocolate zucchini bread, fruit salad, crackers and brownies. leda was then assigned the duty of canvassing the rest of the household to see if they wanted any. however, phil had gone to the office and rochelle had been talking on her cell phone with somebody boring, so leda had been courteous and refrained from interrupting her. left with only cat, leda had run from one of the downstairs hallways up to her cousin's bedroom, where cat was sitting at her computer, probaby doing homework or something. leda hadn't paid much attention to that, for immediately after entering the room she had bounded up onto cat's bed and began bouncing happily on it. "want some lunch?" she asked, as cat stared at her with her eyebrows furrowed and blinked rapidly a couple of times. "me and charlie made zucchini bread." leda added, an attempt at tantalization. "leda, have you taken your meds?" hrmph. leda crossed her arms over her chest, still bouncing. "yes, i have, thank you very much," she said loftily as she hopped daintly off the bed. "good day." she then flounced indignantly out of the room and ran back down to the kitchen.

after she and charlie finished eating their little culinary expedition, charlie had proposed a trip out of coffee and ice cream, which leda had accepted. they went out to starbucks where charlie ordered some sort of latte and leda simply stood there, waiting, because she felt that it was in everybody's best interests if she didn't have any caffeine. afterwards had been their stop and the ice cream store, where she ordered a large brownie hot fudge sundae. after they had finished downing all their ice cream they had decided to simply wander around for a while because it was fun. after a while, they found themselves in valkyrie park of all places.

leda had only been there once before and only for a couple of minutes a few days ago, so she enjoyed herself running around and exploring a bit. however, charlie soon received a text that was apparently "urgent" or something from one of his friends and said that he had to leave. leda hadn't wanted to, so he had decided to just walk back to where they had left the car parked and go wherever it was he needed to get to. "fine. be that way. leave me here," leda said, crossing her arms over her chest, pretending to be more indignant than she actually was. she could walk home, it wasn't that big of a deal. she forgot any misgivings she had, however, when she saw a group of children run past her as charlie was retreating after having been huddled together near one of the little asphalt park pathways, leaving a box of chalk forgotten in their wake. ooh, ooh, ooh. leda casually strolled over to it, snatched it up, and hastened away, further down the path and further from wherever the kids had run off to. she almost felt a little bad about stealing their chalk, but they probably wouldn't miss it. probably. plus, you snooze, you lose, right? settling herself down on a nice patch of grass, leda kicked off her high heels and pulled out a nice blue stick of chalk. it had been a long time since she had done something like this, and it was fun. made her feel like she was eight again. she continued to work at it and her little masterpiece grew larger and larger and gained more and more colors. it wasn't really a picture of anything, just a bunch of abstract shapes and stuff, but she liked the way it was turning out. some of the people trying to walk along the asphal pathway she had abducted to devote a couple of square feet to her drawing didn't seem overly impressed at having to walk around her, but whatever. what could you do, right?

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status , finished.
tagged , isaac!!
attire , here.
credits , lyrics: paper route. formatting: me.
notes , zomg. so excited for them.

[isaaclacroix]

ISAAC J-P LA CROIX,


SOME TRY TO HAND ME MONEY, THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND
I'm not broke, I'm just a broken hearted man
I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do
SO I'M NOT MOVING, I'M NOT MOVING*

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It was awful waking up with migraine, especially if his room was flooded with sunlight. How blinding. The shades did nothing, and Simon was somewhere else in the three stories of the luxury townhouse, so he couldn’t just mumble something along the lines of ‘Tylenol 3’ or ‘shut the shades’. Damn it. Mumbling in his sleep, he rolled over several times until the bed sheets suffocated his body, encapsulating him like an eager butterfly in a chrysalis. Nearing the edge of the bed, he attempted to twist free from the cocoon when there was now free space on the bed left; instead, the floor seemed quite inviting. Falling with a shallow thud, Isaac wrestled with the Egyptian cotton sheets his housekeeper had dressed his bed with, until either the sheet or the man would falter in defeat. Luckily, he came out as the victor while the classic white linen was crumpled in a dishevelled heap in the corner, slumping beside the mountainous piles of books and papers. Ugh, the papers. It wasn’t so bad, I mean, the novel was already written, the first draft and second draft were sitting side by side but Isaac? He wasn’t the one to just walk into a publishing company and go ‘here is the best piece of literature since the beginning of time.’ Ah, no thank you. He was grounded in that sense, despite his very obvious abilities; he was a talented writer with no faith in himself, how tragic was that?

However, he knew he was not always like this; he never used to doubt his abilities, not when Helene was around. She was actually the one that pushed him on, egged him on the make the first draft of his small idea, growing it into a four hundred page piece of art in a sense. There wasn’t a day when he didn’t think of his now deceased little sister, he kept pictures of her and of their childhood in Paris, always a reminder. She was nice and kind and just a good human being, a good foil to his dastardly and just all-round horrible ways. He couldn’t ever imagine Helene ever having a drink of alcohol or ever a drag from a questionable cigarette. She was the good child, the angel of the family. Helene shouldn’t have died; it was Isaac who should have been killed. But he couldn’t think about that now, he just had to move on. He had to accept the fact that Helene was gone, there was nothing he could do about it, and let’s face it, he knew full well if Helene knew of his little slump right after her death, she might just get out of her grave and beat him. Yeah, despite her small model frame, she could have handed Isaac his ass, any day.

The French heir eventually made it off of the hard wood, standing in his very bright room, grabbing onto his silk robe; how cliché. As he shuffled out into the hall, he could hear voices other than Simon’s and he sighed. Oh of course his family didn’t come to the realization that it was his home. Regardless that Isaac had moved out, his family had not really accepted that fact, wandering in and out of his house like it was free reign or something. He should get his locks changed, or get a sister who didn’t fraternize with the help. Ugh. His hand rested on the mahogany railing as he casually sauntered down the stairs, making a sharp left at the bottom of the stairs to head into the kitchen where the voices grew louder, provoking his migraine. “Honestly, you would think after going to university, I would never have to see you again with the exception of holidays and other family gatherings,”Isaac mumbled, running a hand through his dishevelled hair, eyeing his younger sister with the stink eye. One would think that ever since Audrey scooted on over to UCLA that she would hardly be available; becoming a rarity, turn into those jerks that will have to ‘pencil you in.’ “Oh whatever, Brother, like you have anything better to do than to go out drinking with Jason or Hayes or something redundant like that… So, how’s the novel going? Published that beauty yet?” She mocked him, raising a brow before ripping apart a blueberry muffin, thanking Simon for placing a glass of milk beside her plate full of crumbs. Audrey was always slimmer than most, more of a fast metabolism thing rather than an anorexic one, but lately, the therapy and other medications were taking their toll on her, she was slowly thinning away. However, she still had her hair, a little thinner and courser but still, one of the few rarities of course.

Isaac rolled his eyes, stealing a bit of the muffin top she was eating, “How is the medication, little sister?” He asked nonchalantly, ignoring her little fuss that he stole the best part of the warm baked good. Audrey laughed a bit, taking a delicate sip of milk, “Super, port-a-caths, a-go!” She smiled, her fingers gently tapped the top of her torso, slightly to the left, and the general location of her heart as he heard the soft clinking that resembled the clinking of plastic vials. “But I’m here because I was craving muffins a la Simon, UCLA’s dining center doesn’t do muffins like my man here,” She nodded toward Isaac’s butler of sorts as she ate another chunk of goodness. “That and apparently Matt wants me to transfer to VU just to make treatments easier or whatever… I just think he’s getting lonely, all alone in that big house of his….But I guess I should go, let you get your ‘drank on’ faster. Tell your best friends that they’re still assholes… Except Demitri, I like him.” She laughed as she hopped off of the unnaturally high bar stool that lined the counter. Isaac smirked, “I’ll keep that in mind,” He said, giving Audrey a quick hug, the complaints flying out her mouth were muffled for a bit. “Call me the next time you’re back in town, so you know, I have warning…”Isaac trailed off, gesturing to his robe and slippers, so unkempt. “But it is far more entertaining this way! Like judging the slut that left a couple hours makes my day! You know I need to feed this urge of ripping whores apart, I’m like the metaphoric Jack the ripper, damn it! ” She yelled as she left the townhouse, waving at both Simon and Isaac.

After a calm brunch, with Simon doing the dishes, Isaac became restless in the house, becoming suffocated just hanging around the house. It was a nice day, bright, sunny, season-less perfection. He got dressed quickly, yelled over his shoulder to Simon that he was going out, just for a walk, hold any business calls. He would have to go down to Los Angeles soon, just to check up on his newly minted club, Risqué, but right now, he just wanted to bathe in the sun, maybe even look at his surroundings. Without much of a direction, Isaac wandered into the park, just soaking in the sounds and the smell of dewy grass, even in the warmth of California; he could still smell the water on the bright green grass. Not one for paying much attention to what he was stepping on, he tripped over what he thought was a boulder, almost falling on his face. He looked back to see what he tripped over, and well would you look at that. He began to smile his elusive but alluring smile as he went back to the very pretty girl, who was drawing something on the sidewalk with chalk. Hmmm, it has been ages since he played with chalk, as he came closer, he kneeled down beside her, grabbing a piece of chalk, bright, sunny, yellow, “I apologize, I wasn’t paying attention to the path that led me to such a beautiful woman.” His charm immediately taking place in his tone, the day was already beginning to look up.

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STATUS complete!
TAGGED iseda, bby
ATTIRE isaac
CREDITS format and graphics to yours truly.
LYRICS "the man who can't be moved" by the script, rearranged a bit
NOTES huzzah!

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[Leda Wickford-Rose]

( LEDA BEV. WICKFORD-ROSE )
VALKYRIE PARK, NOVEMBER 10, 2007, EARLY AFTERNOON

flying like an aeroplane faster than the
falling rain, my brain is in the city's crowds,
scattered in american clouds
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art was something that leda really loved. to anyone who had heard her babbling about it or knew that many of the rooms in her new home in valkyrie were already home to several stacks of paintings that leda had produced on canvas, this was obvious. but she didn't really know what it was about art that she loved. she had tried to explain, both to herself and to others, but she just hadn't ever been able to come up with the sufficient words. so that, in itself, had become an explanation of sorts: there weren't any words she knew of that really did justice to it... whatever it was. there was something about the freedom in creating images that were so much more than just images that just made her happy. of course, we can't forget that there's also simply the component of having complete and total freedom from rules, regulations and restrictions with it; she could paint or draw whatever the fuck she wanted however the fuck she wanted and no one could say boo. good art was something that just was, there wasn't necessarily a bunch of strict criteria that went along with it. sure, there were things artists almost always kept in mind to make things look real or give things a certain feel, like the elements of design, but that was generally in the finer details of art. well, leda thought of it that way, at least.

of course, this was rather irrelevent when talking about drawing on a sidewalk with a whole bunch of chalk, even more so when you were doing it as a simple leisure activy for the hell of it. because who really cared what you put on some big huge slabs on cement? most of the time people just wrote stuff like "john was here" or children primitively sketched stick figures and small and, frankly, ugly houses. leda's little masterpiece, which was slowly gaining mass as she worked and scribbled away, contained niether of the two abovementioned items, however. as of yet it was mostly an abstract plethora of colors and shapes. to all the merry park goers walking past her, there probably wasn't any significance in the way she was arranging everything, but in leda's head - and probaby in leda's head only - all of it made sense... in a way. randomness was kind of what she was going for, here, so yeah. don't ask her to explain. she had learned a long time ago that a lot of the things she thought about that made perfect sense inside her own mind were some of the things that got her the most odd looks when she talked about them.

she was actually quite absorbed in her little venture, now scaling a piece of light blue chalk across the rough surface of the cement, sending small flakes of blue powder in all directions, starting to sing "love shack" by the b52s under her breath as she did so. after deciding the blue piece of chalk had done its job, she tossed it onto the grass, next to the box in which it had initially been housed when she had stolen in from the children who had forgotten it. she then grabbed another piece at random, one that turned out to be bright pink. oh, fun. she set to work slightly sketching out a heart shaped figure with it, noting as she did so that her creation now almost spanned the entire width of the sidewalk. hmm. she wondered how long it would take her to fill up the entire thing, the whole entire sidewalk... probably a very long time, especially seeing as she would be requiring period breaks that would probably wind up lasting long amounts of time. the adhd, you know.

in her contemplation of this, she had forgotten about singing and slowed down in her scribblings; side affects the likes of which were generally synonamous with being lost in thought. in leda, at least. suddenly, however, the chance of staying in any sort of reverie whatsoever was zapped when she felt the sensation of being collided with... damn, that seemed to be happening a lot lately. first at dunkin donuts by maeghan harris, then at the beach by j.r.... wow, even that wayward thought of him brought a small smile to her face. anyway, however, this was a bit different than those other times thus far in that it was a lot more like someone had tripped over her and it had sent her jolting slightly to the left. it had also caused the hand that had the bright pink chalk in it to go skidding so that several pink, choppy lines inconsisitent with her drawing were now dalloped across the sidewalk. leda looked up a bit warily, hoping that whoever had just tripped over her was not going to be all angry and yell at her. that fear proved to be unfouded, though, when she found herself looking into the face of a handsome, dark haired young man with a charming smile spread out across his face. okay, good. leda didn't mind that. leda didn't mind that one bit. he crossed the small distance between them and knelt down next to her, scooping up a piece of sunny yellow chalk. she hadn't really been expecting that, to be honest. but she liked this guy already. “i apologize, i wasn’t paying attention to the path that led me to such a beautiful woman.”

as per usual when she was being spoken to by a suave guy with any amount of charm, a slight blush crept up in her cheeks and a large grin materialized on her face, accompanied by a happy giggle. well, the smile and the laughter were not really restricted to when she was being talked to by a charming guy, but whatever. you get the picture. "it's okay," she said. "are you going to help?" she gestured down to the piece of chalk he had grasped in his hand with a bob of her head. "because if you do, you have to make it pretty. it's not cool to ugly up public sidewalks." there was a note of teasing in her voice and she shifted her weight further onto her right side as she studied the face of this stranger a bit more. he really was very handsome. and he was apparently down with playing with some chalk. sounded like her kind of guy.

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status , finished.
tagged , isaac!! <3
attire , here.
credits , lyrics: paper route. formatting: me.
notes , <3