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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 10:01 am

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Thank you for dropping by! RP is always open -
if you don't mind that I may be slow depending on RL workload,
and that I do believe in the occasional pithy one-liner, especially for dialogue.
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. Updates .
19th Feb 2011 :: Journal created! This place will fill in as things develop...

Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 10:03 am

Name (of the Luxia): Yin Liu
Gender: Female
Rabbit Breed: Plush Lop | (Picture here - from this page)
I decided on plush lops because they look like, well, bunny plushies, and that tied nicely in with the concept I was running with in the prompt. :3
Oil Choice: p***y Willow (but not the terrifying yellow caterpillar stage! ;A; ) | (Like the first buds here (without the artsy yellow overlay) | another shot here)
The wiki linked above says it all as to why p***y Willows are Chinese New Year plants, but I pretty much picked it because they are my favourite Chinese New Year plants - I used to slide the papery casings off prematurely when I was a kid, revealing the silky sleek silver-white bud within. Couldn't get enough of it (like popping bubble-wrap, eheh). Just looking at these pictures make me nostalgic!
Entry: Prompt 3

Face - just so. Hair - just so. And the ears - the ears are especially important, because - because… Face - just so. Hair - just so. The mirror shard in front of her reports as much, but she keeps fussing, obsessively smoothing down tufts and tendrils, reaching for something - something that is just out of reach in the fragmented recesses of a mind before a time it was her mind. Today is a special day…this year…

"You look…busy," the sighing whisper of a drifting soul, passing idly, transient, through her sphere.
"It will be busy - big shipment incoming and we've got to move them before the event's over; they'll need my signature and -"
- and - what?
The line had slipped, automatic, from her lips, but - what? She has no idea - of course she knew, she had placed that order herself, a fantastic opportunity - no, she has no idea what came before, no idea what comes after. A broken moment, she burns with shame. But - dignity, always dignity; she draws herself up to her full height, feigns nonchalance in the face of the Luxia's distractedly patient stare, "Apologies, I was…thinking aloud. You were saying?"
Tries to ignore the slight quirk of a lip as the stare cuts right through her façade.
"Have you been…out? There…something seems to be…happening," is all he says.
Today is a special day…
"Yes…" she says, tentative at first, then brightening, her own lips curving excitedly upwards as her eyes glaze over at the pictures playing behind them, "there were lights…and - sounds."
She has not been out; she thinks she has: "Fire in the sky, red - all over. Voices…happy - always, happy voices…"
Always happy voices, calling her name, calling for her. They are looking at her, they were all - they are smiling for her. They are excited, they clamour, they want her to smile at them too. But she is calm, she is always calm; face - just so. Hair - just so. Every bit, inch perfect; she is always calm. It is not a game, it is a show - it is not just a show. She is the best there is, it is a show, it is a business, a machine, a fever, a religion, they want her. She is more - more than anything they can ever be…but only - only everything they want her to be... No - not this year. This year, it's her year - and - she -

He is gone. How long? She does not know. She falters; she does not show it, only her eyes dim. Slowly, like a wind-up doll, she turns back to the shard, hands towards her head. It is dark - but it is always dark here. Somewhere, there are lights, sounds. Fire in the sky, red - all over. Voices. Always, happy voices. Today is a special day…this year.

Face - just so. Hair - just so. And the ears…

[Augh, I have belatedly realised this is about 1/10th the length of most entries around here. ^^;; I just have to share what compelled me to approach the prompt like this: close to Chinese New Year, Maxx came home, deathly pale, and imparted to me the sum total of the season as announced through the local Chinese radio channel. "This year," an expert had gravely announced (in Chinese), "BANNI is very hot." BANNI being in English - but the tragicomedy of this moment probably doesn't come through without the Chinese words bracketing it. XD;;
Tragicomedy aside though - I find it really fascinating that the animal that represents each lunar year literally makes or breaks the market for millions of merchants, and that is the true meaning of Chinese New Year. Last year was apparently a fiscal disaster - but this year, bunny is "very hot." My original desire was to make her a businesswoman selling her own pin-up empire, buuuut it didn't really fit into the soul realm idea, so I went with the idea of the packaged merchandise ala idol-type past life for the feeling of being representative for the season instead. Personally, I suspect she was a small-time getai (Chinese outdoor performances primarily for the lower-classes) singer with a good eye for opportunism - but she doesn't have to remember that much. XD;;]