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Name's Veronica Brennan. I'm a freelance writer, professional hacker, (and unwitting shapeshifter) who spends most of her time roaming the US & trying (unsuccessfully) to stay out of trouble. ((Indi SPN OC Multiverse blog. Both muse & mun are 21+, so, yay, smut! *laughs* Kidding! Smut is, by no means, necessary for us to play together. ^_^ FC is Zooey D.))
Current M/A: None (Accepting)

Always post the rules: Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write 11 new ones. Tag 11 new people.

Tagged by: replacementforhisskull

~~ My Answers  ~~

  • If you had the chance to have a walk on role in any movie or tv show, what would it be and what sort of scene would you like to be in?

Oooh!  That’s tough!  Umm - I think I’d want to be a part of the Ballroom Scene in Labyrinth.

  • You’ve suddenly been trapped in a video game! Which game would you like to be trapped in and which one do you think you’d probably die in within the first few minutes?

Like to be trapped in?  Hmm…there aren’t many…maybe one of the Harry Potter games?  And, hands down, I would be dead within like two second if I got trapped in ANY zombie game because I’d be rooted to my spot in fear, unable to runaway.

  • Everyone’s had a crappy job, what was yours. If you haven’t (lucky you) what is your least favorite chore around the house?

Hmm…crappy job…how about getting paid barely above minimum wage in a managerial position and having to deal with all the crap of being a manager on an almost nightly basis?

  • Did you see the Lunar Eclipse?!

YUS!  It was nifty!  :D

  • If your life had a soundtrack, who would you want composing it?

David Bowie, please and thank you.  XD

  • Do you have a time of your life that you want to go back to and relive again? If yes, what time and why? If no, why not?

Umm…not really.  Nothing’s perfect, and I don’t really see the point in looking back.  *shrugs*

  • There will always be horrible movie and TV show remakes of books, but do you have one that you actually like the movie or show better than the book?

I’m gonna go with 13th Warrior.  In the book, Eaters of the Dead, Michael Crichton was trying to give it the feel of an old, translated document.  He succeeded quite well…but it made things a bit boring.  I much preferred the movie.  :)

  • Name one assigned reading book you read in school that you actually enjoyed and why you enjoyed it so much.

I liked a lot of the assigned reading, but I remember The Power and the Glory by Graham Greene surprising me with how much I liked it.  Part of it was the setting, some of which was in a Texas mission I had actually been to the year prior.  I also enjoyed the insight into this priest’s life and way of thinking.  He knows he’s not a good priest, isn’t even sure he deserves to be one…but he keeps trying to be a good person despite it all.

  • If you went out for a Game show, what would it be? Do you think you could win?

I…don’t really watch game shows…so no, I probably couldn’t win one.  ^_^;

  • What is your favorite broadway musical that you haven’t seen but want to? This includes movie adaptions.

RENT!  I have seen the movie, but in my opinion, the movies never count because they cut out musical numbers for the sake of flow and/or time constraints, which has always disappointed me.  Anyway, I would ADORE seeing RENT actually live on the stage!  <3

  • What was your favorite board game as a child? What’s your favorite now?

As a child?  Probably Fireball Island!  That game rocked!  I can’t remember the last time I played a real “board game”.  Maybe Apples to Apples?  Or the more non-PC version, Cards Against Humanity?

~~  My Questions  ~~

  • Tell me about a favorite artist you have?  Famous, not famous, contemporary, old school - doesn’t matter.  Just tell me who they are and why you like them.
  • Have you ever had an FC you wanted to use on an RP blog, but didn’t because you were worried it would effect others’ willingness to RP with you?  If so, who was the FC, and why were you worried?
  • If you could be famous for one thing and one thing only what would it be and why?
  • Tell me about the first band or singer you remember liking as a child.
  • Almost everyone’s got at least one creepy, recurring nightmare.  If you’ve got one, tell me about it.
  • What’s your favorite online “timewaster” game, and what do you like about it?
  • This question may date me a bit, but do you have a favorite Jim Henson muppet?  If so, who is it and why do you like them?
  • Name one movie that the general public seems to think was horrible, but that you actually enjoyed.
  • Do you have a favorite quote?  If so, what is it and why do you like it?
  • Who is your favorite cartoon character.  Is it the same one you had as a child or has it changed?  And if it has changed, then why?
  • Everyone, at one point or another wishes they had animal-like reflexes.  If you could take one attribute from any animal and apply it permanently to yourself what would it be and why?

~~  My Tags  ~~

Pretty sure most of the people I actually RP with have already been tagged…but I’ll just pick some random people I follow/stalk and hope that y’all don’t get mad at me for tagging you.  ^_^;

lirimvivaldi:

   This was all going so well, why did a little something like silver have to change that? He knew she wasn’t “normal” and by extension, she knew the same about him. So, with that thought in mind during their conversation, Lirim felt a little at ease, regardless of knowing everything. However, the circumstances were about to change, as this woman reached for his chain – in time for him to see – he had the option of knowing one thing, silver or iron, one hurt one kind of creature, while the other well, hurt the other kind. It was too bad that he did not know the details, otherwise he would have shouted for her to stop.

   The most he was able to get out was, “Oh no, I got it-“ before it was too late, and her hiss of pain caused him to recoil, half-expecting her to retaliate and strike him.

   “I-I’m so sorry,” he said immediately. That wouldn’t be the normal response of a human, one that had no clue that silver would hurt her, one with no idea of why this woman would suddenly be burned. And so, he had given himself away while simultaneously trying to help someone who had done the same for herself.

   “Please…don’t…” He saw the way she was looking at the door, and he understood. He would want to run too, if this were the other way around. He had to show her that he could be trusted.

   Carefully the half-angel kneeled in front of her, despite his injury, which he was trying so hard to disregard, and with a little concentration – because at the time, he was still learning – the tiny first aid kit from under the sink came floating towards him, landing on his knee.

   “I-I got something for burns. I-It’s a burn…r-right?”

His apology barely registered as she tried to decide whether or not to flee, but the decision was made for her when Lirim suddenly knelt down in front of the shifter. Listening to his words, she watched in awe as what looked like a first aid kit hovered towards them. Not many creatures she knew had powers like that…what was he?

Ronnie nodded at her host’s question, still cradling her arm. It was silly…she could handle the pain of a shift just fine…was used to it…but silver against her skin was like no other kind of pain she could describe.

Breathing deeply through her nose, willing herself not to cry in front of a practical stranger, the shifter carefully offered Lirim her wounded hand as the box came closer. “Y…yeah, a burn,” she confirmed with a slow nod of her head. “Stupid of me…suppose I should know better…didn’t see the metal,” the woman mumbled, almost to herself.

charliethebradbury:

itsallaboutthepentiums:

The shifter glanced up from her notebook with what might have looked like a startled expression.  It was more from being addressed than it was from the question itself, but she shook it off and gave the woman a soft smile.  ”Strange is kind of a vague term…but I’ve only been in town for a couple of weeks…so even if there was something going on I’m not sure I would have noticed.”  Ronnie gave the woman an apologetic shrug.  ”Sorry…I know that’s not a lot of help.”

Charlie shrugged and sat down in the chair across from her. “It’s okay, really. It’s fine.” She said chuckling. “Sometimes you get information, some times you don’t.” She said shrugging. “Want to go get a beer with me in the meantime? It’s not too far away, and I could use a chat with a pretty girl.”

Although surprised when the woman sat down across from her, Ronnie didn’t mind all that much.  Being on the road all the time, she enjoyed the opportunity to talk with others.  The shifter blinked, a bit startled by the red-head’s next question.  That…was some pretty obvious flirting…but what was wrong with a little harmless fun?  Smiling softly, Ronnie bobbed her head in agreement.  ”I wouldn’t mind some chatting…but, um…well…I don’t drink alcohol.  Maybe a soda or a coffee instead?”  She held out her hand to the other woman with a smile.  ”I’m Ronnie, by the way - Ronnie Brennan.”  

joannaknifecollectorharvelle:

itsallaboutthepentiums:

"Oh!  Umm…no…sorry…"  A blush spread across Ronnie’s cheeks as she tried to explain.  "Have you ever done that thing…y’know where you start to think about something really intently….and then your eyes start to wander…and then suddenly you find yourself staring right at someone…and then they see you…?"  Realizing she was beginning to babble, the shifter took a deep breath before continuing.  "Promise that’s what happened…I wasn’t trying to be rude…"

Jo nodded and held her hand up to quiet her down with a small smile. “I totally understand. It happens sometimes. You don’t have to be nervous. Here, this one’s on the house.” She said as she opened a beer and passed it to her. “Don’t worry about it. In fact, I do it a lot anyways.” She said as she leaned against the bar and reached down to grab her own beer.

Relaxing a bit, Ronnie shared the other woman’s smile, but her expression turned apologetic as the beer bottle was opened and offered.  ”I…actually don’t drink,” she explained softly.  ”Guess it’s a bit weird…hanging out in a bar…but I’m supposed to be meeting someone, a friend of a friend.  I didn’t get to pick the place.”  She shrugged, her expression still apologetic.

joannaknifecollectorharvelle:

"Do you need something? You’re staring.."

"Oh!  Umm…no…sorry…"  A blush spread across Ronnie’s cheeks as she tried to explain.  "Have you ever done that thing…y’know where you start to think about something really intently….and then your eyes start to wander…and then suddenly you find yourself staring right at someone…and then they see you…?"  Realizing she was beginning to babble, the shifter took a deep breath before continuing.  "Promise that’s what happened…I wasn’t trying to be rude…"

charliethebradbury:

"Have you seen anything strange around here lately?"

The shifter glanced up from her notebook with what might have looked like a startled expression.  It was more from being addressed than it was from the question itself, but she shook it off and gave the woman a soft smile.  ”Strange is kind of a vague term…but I’ve only been in town for a couple of weeks…so even if there was something going on I’m not sure I would have noticed.”  Ronnie gave the woman an apologetic shrug.  ”Sorry…I know that’s not a lot of help.”

sugaraddictedarchangel:

itsallaboutthepentiums:

sugaraddictedarchangel:

Gabriel closed his eyes, struggling to keep from shutting her out. It was all he could to to let her in at all, to let all the pain he’d been feeling out. A tear slipped from his eye as he pulled his hands away and clenched his fists tightly, nails digging into his palms. It killed him to relive everything so strongly, he could only imagine what it had to be doing to Ronnie.

When Ronnie came back to herself tears were trickling down her face. “I…I didn’t know…” she whispered, voice so soft it was possible he didn’t hear. Taking the withdrawal of his hands as a signal, she did her best to re-seal their link the way he’d taught her before standing to sit next to him on the bed. The shifter wanted to offer comfort, but hesitated to hug her friend, not sure exactly what he needed at the moment. With care, she chose to simply rest her shoulder against his.

"I…don’t know what to say," she murmured, tears still falling. "Whatever I can do to help…if you want to stay here for awhile…or if you just want to talk…or I’ve still got all that booze from your last visit; we could have a MSTK marathon and get completely knackered." Her laugh was a bit forced, but she allowed it anyway. Any other time and Ronnie would never have contemplated drinking - much less getting drunk…but she was willing if it would help Gabriel.

Voice becoming low and soft, she continued, “I wish…I just can’t believe I didn’t sense any of it. M’ so sorry…” Trailing off into silence, she wasn’t really concerned with whether or not her friend responded right away. The shifter wasn’t going to pressure him into anything.  The angel obviously needed time…maybe more than she could give him…but that wouldn’t stop her from trying.

Gabriel just sat there, staring at the floor. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. He squeezed his eyes shut against the tears. “I… ” He took a deep breath, trying desperately to get control of himself before he broke down completely. His pride wouldn’t let him.

With great care, Ronnie hooked her arm around his, twining them gently together until her hand rested atop his own.  Her words were soft and tremulous.  ”I’m not going to tell you what you need…all I know is, the last time I lost someone important to me, I stayed huddled in a ball, sobbing, for nearly a week.”  Bringing her other hand up to brush briefly across Gabriel’s cheek, she sighed.  ”I’ll stay, or I’ll go - but please don’t bottle this up inside…please…”  Not knowing what else to say, the shifter rested her head carefully on her friend’s shoulder, giving his hand a soft squeeze.  Maybe she should leave him to rest…but part of her was worried that if she left, he’d vanish, and she might never see the angel again.

lirimvivaldi:

   “You’re worryin’ ‘bout me already, it’s cute,” said the half-angel with a chuckle. He was too busy to notice that when he had taken off his hoodie that his father’s necklace had come undone and fallen to the hard wood floor. It was a beautiful silver chain with a crystal-shaped citrine jewel attached to it. Jardin Vivaldi wore it with a thin black rope for a band, but Lirim much preferred the silver. One day, a month from now, Lirim would have to revert back or use some other kind of chain, it will be when his husband is turned into a lycan, and their lives will never be the quite the same. For now, the nudity of no necklace went unnoticed, being so wrapped up in having a guest while on vacation, but it would not last for long.

   “I feel you,” said he, “our interests are pretty um, different, I guess you could say. He likes blood sports, fighting in every sense of the word, and just…it’s not my thing, really. I’d rather participate in an art festival or go out dancing. But that’s all just…” superficial, maybe, he thought.

   He shook his head, fingers tracing the outline of his jaw as he looked nowhere in particular thoughtfully.

   “When we’re together it’s different, it’s just the two of us, and what we do together is our own experiences…like, things we think we have no interest in, we do them when together because it’s us doing them…if uh, that makes any sense.” That seemed to be his mantra when speaking about Ailbe. Does that make any sense? Because a lot of their relationship truthfully did not, but Lirim was a fan of the abstract, be it in a painting or in real life, and he felt that he did not need solid stone reasons for anything when it came to the doctor and fighter. He loved him; that was enough.

She chuckled as he teased her back. “I just…you don’t have to push yourself on my account…that’s all.” It was true, though…her defenses had dropped rather quickly. Tony’s voice was still warning her to be wary…but it was hard when Lirim was being so friendly.

Ronnie tried not to wrinkle up her nose at the mention of blood sports, barely suppressing her shiver. “Mmm…not a huge fan either…any kind of ‘blood’ anything, actually. Give me a concert any day.” Pausing to sip at her tea, the shifter gave a slow nod. “Still…sometimes differences can be a good thing - keeps things interesting, right? And if you’re both open to experiencing and sharing the things that make each other happy, then that’s even better. So, yeah…it does make sense.”

She smiled softly, allowing her eyes to drift around the cozy cabin, enjoying its rustic appeal. Sipping more of her tea, the shifter’s gaze fell to floor as sunlight from a a nearby window refracted off of something by her chair. Curious (and assuming ti wasn’t meant to be on the ground), she bent to retrieve what looked like a crystal. Unfortunately, Ronnie didn’t notice the chain it was attached to until it was too late.

Shifter skin and silver have never mixed well..even with mild contact. Blistering, red welts appeared almost instantly as the chain brushed across her skin, and a sharp hiss of pain escaped her lips as she bit back a cry. Head whipping back towards Lirim, she cradled her hand close in an attempt to hide the injury, but knowing the slight scent of singed flesh wasn’t just in her head. Should she try to explain…or flee? Breath a bit uneven, her eyes flickered nervously between her host and the exit as Ronnie tried to gauge how quickly she could make it to the door.

revoltmonkey:

astoundingbeyondbelief:

broadway-paramore:

a-masterpiece-of-understatement:

When people constantly tell me “old movies are boring.”

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"Old movies aren’t funny because they don’t swear."

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"There aren’t any cute guys."

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"Are you trying to be a hipster or something?"

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"its in black and white"

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"There’s bad acting"

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"the story is pointless"

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lets not forget about Cary Grant

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"the special effects look fake"

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"They aren’t relevant anymore"

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((Alright - for the time being, replies are done on Ronnie.  Not sure if I’ll hop onto Gail or Oberon next, but I wanted to take a moment to share a link to my thread tracker for the people I’m currently RPing with - lirimvivaldi, sugaraddictedarchangel, themelissapark.  I’ve compiled everything from all of my accounts into one document to make it easier for me to keep up with.  It’s alphabetical by my blog’s handle, followed by my partner’s blog handle, and then by the RP’s title (if we have more than one.)  It’s also divided up into sections which I hope are fairly obvious.  ^_^;

Here —> THREAD TRACKER

I do my very best to keep this thing updated on a daily basis.  It really helps me to keep track of who I owe, and hopefully it is a place that my partners can go to see if I received their reply, and to see if I’ve replied to them.  Anyway, feel free to utilize it, or not.  I just wanted y’all to know it was out there.  ^_^))

lirimvivaldi:

itsallaboutthepentiums:

Ronnie resisted the urge to chuckle at his protest. Her host suddenly reminded her of Gabriel…with his whole ‘don’t worry about me, I’m fine’ attitude (even when he really wasn’t.) Come to think of it, his scent reminded her a bit of the angel, too…only much more earthy…almost like a human. Hmm…she’d have to file that away for some later thought.

"Suit yourself," she replied with a small laugh. "It just didn’t feel right not to offer, especiaily with you sort of hobbling around like that." The shifter grinned to show she was teasing, no intention of pressing the matter unless Lirim seemed to be in serious pain.

Laughing again, Ronnie shook her head. “I don’t annoy easily; feel free to talk about your fiance all you like. Honestly, I’m not the type to begrudge someone else’s relationship just because I’m not in one. Cross my heart.” The shifter drew an ‘X’ across her chest for emphasis.

She listened curiously as the man talked about his past romances. “No need to apologize. The journalist in me has an extremely inquisitive nature, and the more random facts I’ve got inside my head, the better.” Chuckling, Ronnie gave a slight shrug. “Plus, I just like learning about people.”

Taking a deep breath Ronnie quietly admitted, “I…I’ve only had two.” Her expression was both sad and wistful. “Well…technically, anyway. There was a third, and he was a great friend…but I was just a cover so he could go out with his boyfriend without his parents knowing.” The shifter’s laugh was soft as she reminisced - good memories mixed with the bad.

"Anyway, twenty-six and unattached isn’t a bad thing to be. Besides…even if I did happen to meet someone…I’m not good with staying in one place for very long, and there aren’t many people who’d be willing to just pickup and become a part of that lifestyle." Unless one happened to be a Hunter, perhaps…but that opened up a whole different can of worms.

   “I’ll be alright, I promise,” said her host. He was enjoying his own tea, and watching her drink it. Even out here, miles and miles away from his home, he still had his gentlemanly skills, his kindness, and his yearning to make people as comfortable as possible.

   “You have quite a life. It might not be for me outside of vacations, but I can admire that free spirit.” Another sip of his tea and he was beginning to forget the pain of his side. “If I can go so long without a companion, and be successful and balanced, it’s not unheard of for others, and you seem to be making the most of it. When it happens, it happens. It kinda saddens me to think about all of those people who think their life depends on it. I mean…I love my fiancé now; I would be…so devastated if I lost him. But…I didn’t cry and become desperate to find him; it happened naturally.” He hoped that made sense.

   “Anywho, I’m talkin’ your head off, m’sorry,” he shook his head. “I just met you, m’gonna say that a lot because…I talk a lot,” he laughed. “But yeah…I can see you with another freebird, probably some photographer, it’ll be beautiful.” 

Accepting her tea with a nod of thanks when he brought it, Ronnie chuckled as her host spoke. “Just remember, ‘Felled by a Teapot’ isn’t something anybody wants on their tombstone.” She winked at him, knowing her words were an exaggeration, but hoping for a laugh.

The shifter nodded, sipping at her tea and enjoying the swirl of flavors on her tongue. With a silent sigh she relaxed a bit more into her chair. Far in the back of her mind, Tony’s voice chided the woman for letting down her guard, but she couldn’t help it…maybe it was the accent (which reminded her a bit of Tony’s) or maybe it was just instinct. But Ronnie didn’t feel as if she was in any danger.

"I like the way you think," she agreed with a grin, which fell slightly when Lirim mentioned the possibility of loosing his fiance. "All you can do is make the most of every day…don’t smother him, of course…but don’t waste the time you have…" She trailed off, not bothering to say her words came from experience. Perhaps it was obvious from her features…perhaps not. Death had claimed so many people in her life, and regret wasn’t something she enjoyed living with.

"A photographer…?" The shifter almost giggled at the idea. "That might actually work," she admitted, taking another sip of her tea. "Pictures and words always compliment each other well." Grinning, she continued, "So…tell me more about this fiance of yours? How did you meet?"

sugaraddictedarchangel:

Gabriel closed his eyes, struggling to keep from shutting her out. It was all he could to to let her in at all, to let all the pain he’d been feeling out. A tear slipped from his eye as he pulled his hands away and clenched his fists tightly, nails digging into his palms. It killed him to relive everything so strongly, he could only imagine what it had to be doing to Ronnie.

When Ronnie came back to herself tears were trickling down her face. “I…I didn’t know…” she whispered, voice so soft it was possible he didn’t hear. Taking the withdrawal of his hands as a signal, she did her best to re-seal their link the way he’d taught her before standing to sit next to him on the bed. The shifter wanted to offer comfort, but hesitated to hug her friend, not sure exactly what he needed at the moment. With care, she chose to simply rest her shoulder against his.

"I…don’t know what to say," she murmured, tears still falling. "Whatever I can do to help…if you want to stay here for awhile…or if you just want to talk…or I’ve still got all that booze from your last visit; we could have a MSTK marathon and get completely knackered." Her laugh was a bit forced, but she allowed it anyway. Any other time and Ronnie would never have contemplated drinking - much less getting drunk…but she was willing if it would help Gabriel.

Voice becoming low and soft, she continued, “I wish…I just can’t believe I didn’t sense any of it. M’ so sorry…” Trailing off into silence, she wasn’t really concerned with whether or not her friend responded right away. The shifter wasn’t going to pressure him into anything.  The angel obviously needed time…maybe more than she could give him…but that wouldn’t stop her from trying.