torsdag 26 april 2007

Talulah Jezebel: meditate


"Sword". She says out loud and lies the sword down on the concrete floor. "Toledo steel" . She sits down besides it, staring out into the half-lit room. Without looking she withdraws it from the scabbard and nimble, tiny fingers touches the cold metal of the blade. Her fingertips comes to rest there. "Sword" she repeats, "Toledo steel".
Unseeing eyes stares ahead, looking at something that isn't there. Her free hand streches out, seem to capture something from the air. "Chess piece....queen". She meditates on this. "still a pawn"
She plucks something else from the air, her right hand still resting om the sword. "Ring" another pause. "King......but only metal". Again the change. "Dice....chance." This one she seems to ponder for quite some time before shaking her head and dismissing it into thin air. "No such thing."
She leans her head to the side now and gets one more immatrial object.

"The Cross" She holds her empty hand up to the weak light, like she really saw something in it that she wanted some light on. She then moves it towards her chest where her own cross is nesting. She rest like this for a few seconds, left hand hiding the necklace. Then a wave, a cramp moves through her body, and her right hand is almost snatched away from the sword. She again lifts her hand away from her necklace and seem to stare with sadness and disgust at whatever invisible thing she's holding.

"This isn't his cross."
"This is yours."

But whoever she's speaking too isn't there.

onsdag 25 april 2007

Sommarplanering


Vad ska ni göra?

1 juni - 27 jun: Arbetslös
22 juni: Ulricehamn för medeltids-midsommarafton?
28 Juni: Jonnys födelsedag.
29 jun - 1 Juli: Fantasylajv, Kastaria: I Cirkel av Stål
2 Juli: - 9 Juli: Arbetslös
10 - 15 Juli: Fantasylajv m vikingatema: Kampen i Ringen 6
18 - 22 juli : Fantasylajv med inslag av Saga: Hoppets Utfärd
23 och 24 juli: Provjobba
26 - 29 Juli: Fantasylajv med pirattema: Ardanus: Largos återkomst
30 juli - 1 september: Jobbar.

Nosferatu


Gammal film på Nosferatun Manfred Nyman. Jag som filmat och snackar skånska ni bakgrunden.


Sen insåg jag häromdagen en bekymmersam sak och det är att många av mina vampyrlajvande vänner ska gå på 21:45 föreställningen av Spindelmannen 3, på en lajvfredag! Jag och min sambo har bokat om våra biljetter, eller snarare sålt dem till folk som ville ha dem och ska istället se filmen på smygpremiären. Jag vill verkligen inte missa ett vampyrlajv för en film jag ändå kan se vid ett annat tillfälle. Lajv är så pass mycket mer mångfacetterat.
Dessutom hoppas jag på att vissa saker ska hända.
Problemet består dock fortfarande om ingen annan byter dag att se på filmen. Det är ju inte så att hela lajvet är där för att se på film, men en stor del och det gör mig lite smått olycklig. Jaja, det var dagens i-landsproblem.

söndag 22 april 2007

Vampyrlajvet 21 April


Helt ok lajv.
Hade mycket att göra, men missade en del saker jag hade velat göra/hade velat hänt. Var mycket uppbunden på vakttjänst och det är ju alltid kul när ens tjänster efterfrågas. Kvällen inleddes med att jag hjälpte samordningsgruppen att ställa iordning då dom var lite få, men min feber låg och blossade under ytan och fick mig att börja svettas som bara den varje gång jag lyfte eller gick snabbt. Hann knappt umgås alls med Anna innan lajvet vilket var jättesynd. Sen blev jag hungrig och gick med en SL och en ny gangrel till McDonalds och åt en QP innan vi gick till gangrels hemliga mötespunkt. Eller, vi gick inte direkt dit. Först tog jag upp honom på berget och pekade ut saker i staden, och det var underbart för man kunde se hela vägen bort till vattentornet i solnedgången så jag kunde berätta lite om det också. Sen gick vi för att möta de andra gangrelsen.

En gammal ovän till mitt kotterie Alliansen var tillbaka, eller har varit tillbaka i några veckor, och det gav ju lite att spela på. Min karaktär hade även svärd på elysiet för första gången, något som hon får lov att ha på grund av sin nuvarande position.
Blev även hotad, på ett sätt som man nästan kan kalla för kärvänligt.

Efteråt gick vi på McDonalds igen, det är en tradition, och hade eftersnack. Jag var bara sugen på en fruktpåse och en liten läsk, vilket var aldeles lagom för att göra mig pigg igen och där satt jag och Anna, som bjöd mig, och fnittrade, övertrötta som bara den. Sen bar jag hem svärden och med på färden följde Påven med för han skulle sova hemma hos oss. På vagnen mötte vi Arhan och Jonas så vi satt och småsnackade på vägen hem i Göteborgsnatten. Skönt med sällskap.

Nu måste jag bara gnugga geniknölarna för att komma på en bra plan framöver. Vill ju att mina medspelare ska ha roligt tillsammans med mig och min karaktär.

torsdag 19 april 2007

Talulah Jezebel: Mr. J.


There is a Baptist church i New Orleans and there are many doors within this church.
There was a knock upon a door in New Orleans.
There was a knock upon a door in New Orleans and it was answered.
"Jeremiah." The black man who opened the door for his visitor stated, like it really wasn't a surprise.
"Do come in. Have a seat" 
"Thank you, Father Hosaia." The younger looking man nodded to the priest, into whose office he now entered with swagging confidence. The black man, who boar some resemblance to Malcolm X for those who knew of the reference, held the door open for a second more and then closed it gently behind his guest. He crossed the floor, which was covered in outdated green carpeting, probably from the 1960:s, and got into the chair behind his desk. The office was quite well lit. He did not offer his guest a drink as Jeremiah sat down across from him. They sat in silence toghether for a while, Father Hosaias index fingers pressed toghether, building a pyramid with his hands.

"Father Hosaia" The young man started the conversation. "I understand that you have heard from Talulah"? Hosaia adjusted his heavy 1950:esque glasses upon his nose and sighed although he did not need to. "Yes." His face was blank and unreadable. "And as I understand this should be good news as her whereabouts were up for some debate? And that we even lacked confirmation on wheter she was alive or not?? The young man continued. Father Hosaia put one of his hands on the table and calmly drew a cirkle with his index finger, following it with his gaze. Like he was waiting for the other man to say something more. But the visitor did not.
"I recieved....a letter....yes."

The visitor lit up, all smiles now. "Ah, and she is well, I trust!?" He threw his hands up in some kind of mimic of a relieved gesture. The Father gave him a blank stare, with heavy eyes. "No...she is not. The letter was not from her." Now it was the visitor who went blank, but there was some surprise to his features. Then he put his hands together, mimicking empathy and compassion. "I'm truly sorry tah hear. Does this mean we have to take....precautions?" This provoked a deep, almost subsonic growl from the black mans position, but nothing changed in his features. "She is not.....It isn't...she's not into that kind of trouble." He opened one of the wooden drawers in his impressive desk and picked up a letter that had been hidden within. "The letter is from a Nosferatu Elder named Skuld." He put it very gently upon the desk between them, like he was daring the other man to pick it up. "She writes to let me know that my childe is currently in her employment in Gothenburg." He got up from his chair, but stayed behind the desk, leaning slightly over it. He was an impressive sight, for a clergyman. And beneath his priestly collar the scar of his hanging could now be seen.
"Which is in Europe. Which makes her an European elder.....now please tell me, Mr Jeremiah, what kind of precausions you wish to make with my childe?"

They stared at eachother in silence. Father Hosaia needed not draw his claws. Mr Jeremiah did not need to show any of the plethora of powers that were at his disposal. And in the end Mr Jeremiah got up, not to quickly and not to slowly. He opened the door himself. But as he was about to walk out the door, he stopped. Without turning he spoke once more "One of these nights Hosaia...There are lot's of gangrels in Europe too...and I don't think I need to cross the ocean just for her. She is not that special.? He paused. "And she will not save the world."

Talulah Jezebel: 6:e april


She had been to the Tabernacle on Storgatan just prior to coming to the Elysium on Kungsgatan. There had been a musical portraying the last hours of the life of Jesus. It had been invigoration. The happiness and the warmth of those people. They even had headphones that gave her a translation to english of what they were saying, and singing. Not that she really needed one. She was so in tune with everything that happened on stage.
Some of the other homeless men that she used to meet at the soupkitchen that the Tabernacle used to give four times a week had also come. Most only because the weather had taken a turn to the worse, becoming colder again. Afterwards there was coffee for the rest of them. She herself walked up Raoul Wallenbergs street, across the bridge and over the canal to Elysium. She liked using her feet. They had served her well in her years, before her eyes were opened up.

A lonely figure moves across the canal, past the University building for Pedagogy. She is dressed in black cotton and linen and black leather and she wear a cross across her chest. And she carries her heart on her sleeve.

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Talulah Jezebel: Angels fall first


I en rabatt i en villaträdgård sitter Talulah, några bleknande blåmärken rikare och filosoferar. Hon har förtröstan, hon har förtroende och där under marken kan hon fortfarande höra honom ännu en liten stund även efter det att dörren stängts och låsts. Hon måste ge sig av, hon har andra plikter, men något håller henne kvar tills alla ljud dör ut.

Hon mumlar för sig själv.
"All who use swords are destroyed by swords.
Don't you realize that I am able right now to call to my Father, and twelve companies, more, if I want them, of fighting angels would be here, battle-ready?
But if I did that, how would the Scriptures come true that say this is the way it has to be?" 



That this is the way it has to be.... 

Hon ställer sig upp, knäcker till med nacken och borstar av sig det värsta av rabattjorden. Händer vilar än en gång framför bröstkorgen när hon sakta avlägsnar sig från huset, och det är inte förrens hon är en bit därifrån som hon vänder sig om och tittar på det. Hon undslipper sig en suck, och hennes ögonbryn rynkas bekymrat. Men hon återvänder inte.

Talulah Jezebel: Angels Fall First


She awoke
she had to be awake.
The two pains were confusing....his wounds and her own still melting into one feeling. Talulah sat up in the bath-tub where she´d chosen to rest for the day. Not only was the once warm bath-water now icy cold, but as always her lifeblood had seeped away from her, turning the water ar sickly pink. Her lifeblood...or his?
She half-expected the angel already, but there was no such precense in the darkened room. Slowly her wounds closed themselves to their maximum extent, leaving her famished. Hungry. Hungry once more. You could run....yes....one could run, or flee...but what had God asked her? He only asked of her that she go....where angels fear to thread.

It was up to him if he dared follow.

Talulah Jezebel: Angels fall first


1. She didn't know if the others we're watching her, and she didn't really care. She didn't know if he would be able to hear her, or find it in his heart to try to understand her. But it was important to God that she at least tried. And in the dark and crowded room which smelled overwhelmingly of blood and hate she crouched in front of him where he sat chained to the broken down sofa.

I'm sorry angel...so sorry. 

His face was a mess now. Some of the others had really shown a mean streak in their cruelty. They took turns now that their elders were away. Responsibility thrown aside. They see him as the enemy - the thought appeared to her. Just the way that Mister Jansson treated that sabbat they asked her to interrogate. But in many ways this was worse.
And then, the shrilling vision played out in front of her. His soul twisted, darkened...and broke...as the mind of another touched his and violated it's most basic nature.

I think it might be time to stop now....please? 

Afterwards she sat beside him. But there was nothing she could do. She ran her fingers through his bloodmatted hair as he lay still. Nothing else she could do. She couldn't even think of a fitting psalm.

2. The darkened corridor outside the strange room at the elysium. They were both crouched down on the floor, herself and the Captain. That thousand mile stare of hers. Something tired in the way she, the captain held herself.

You and me are both soldiers, Jez.
It's not for us to ask why.

Talulah Jezebel: there will be blood


Forrest
Chaos

"I have a phone, we could caall Alice"
"Jag ringer, du kan ju inte prata"
Tystnad.
"She's on four"
"Öh...hallå? Alice?"

Chaos
Forrest.
The pain was excruciating even though her enemy didn't hit anything vital. She'd taken worse but most of those times she had been face to face with her enemy, not jumped from behind and pinned to the ground. And it wasn't his claws pinning her to the wet ground that hurt the most, it was the fact that she was kept as an captive, an hostage against her clan. Just because she had been the slowest one, the one who set the pace for the rest of them. The one he had been toying with.
They snarled threaths to eachother in swedish and when they turned to talking instead she felt the pain subside and let loose it's grip. Slowly she worked herself over on her back, still lying down, only to find herself in the midst of a blaze of auras aflame....
The thud of the weapon, the uttered words of disrespect and she could see Taylors beast lunge before him. So she went for the enemy.

They all did.

And in the following darkness she could feel nothing more than impending doom and regret ...as his blood was on her hands.

Talulah Jezebel: Approval


They hunted in a pack for them. There was the Angel, and Alice, and Taylor and a Tremere and others getting fuzzy to her eyes.

Camerapeople. Warm camerapeople confused Talulah, the pitiful creature. Warm camerapeople who hid in the crowds where she could not se them as they flickered and melted in with everyone else.
Return and tell the captain. Return and report about them and what had happened. She´d know them if she ever saw them again, but she wished that she wouldn't. Wished she could wish them away. But that was only because she was a pitiful exuse of a soldier. Part of her had wanted to run away, to give in to the base instinct. But they were warm and almost human. They we'rent the Hurricane Katrina. They were not an act of God.
She wanted to be whole again. She longed to be whole.
She longed to be with God again, but she felt herself slipping further away from herself, and from God.

Where was He, when she needed to se His bravery? Where was He when she needed the good example? She'd do what He asked of her, to the last drop of her unholy blood. Just to see His approval.

And for the ArchAngels approval.
And for the Captains approval.
And for the Reverends approval.
And for the Angel Choirs approval.
And for the approval of Jesus.
And for the approval of God.

Did they all hunt in packs for approval?

Talulah Jezebel: Stena Line/When It's cold I'd like to die


13 of januari.

05:30 in rain and storm. Talulah wished her captain would offer to hold her hand whilst they jumped ship into the blackened, enraged sea with their extra load. Instead she held the limp body of their Sabbat enemy tight to the tattered mess that was her own. The impact was great enough to first push them far below the wawes and the chock of cold was still enough to register as utter pain somewhere in her subconsious. Then her reflexes took over and spasmic kicks transformed themselves into something that propelled herself and her cargo back to the surface where the searchlights from the coastguard blinded her. She tried to turn, to search the area with her eyes to relocate her captain but lacking the power of potence all her might was forced into the one great task....keeping herself afloat, and keeping to orders.

....just keeping to the orders....


Where were you when I was lonesome?
Locked away with freezing cold
Someone flying only stolen
I can't tell this light so old

I don't want to swim the ocean
I don't want to fight the tide
I don't want to swim forever
When it's cold I'd like to die

What was that my sweet sweet nothing?
I can't hear you through the fog
If I holler let me go
If I falter let me know

I don't want to swim forever
I don't want to fight the tide
I don't want to swim the ocean
When it's cold I'd like to die

I don't want to swim the ocean
I don't want to figh the tide -Moby

Talulah Jezebel: Halden


I fight for God.

There are always things that are worse, and to Talulah there was a strange comfort in that. She'd been bad, Jezebel, not following orders at all times. But she only did it in a hapless try to protect them. To protect them all.
She had failed.

She sat besides Tyler in the car, riding with him and Jack, who she was getting to know better. If they've been human she would have felt the warmth from them, but none of them were.
It was the same as last time, the headset, so that she could talk inside the heads of everyone and warn them. Keep them safe. And a vest to keep herself safe.
The reverend had actually dug up her old shot-gun from the church in New Orleans. Actually dug up, the dried up mud from the flooded church after hurricane Katrina could still be seen in the carved details of the stock and recoil pad. She could use this one better than the modern, halfautomatics from last time.

But she failed and Jack never did come back to Gothenburg.

Talulah Jezebel: I don't know Jack


It started with rain that evening, and it did not stop completly until the sour stench of diluted sewage took over when the cover blocked out all the lights of the city.

She would see him again that night, as she had carefully taken to herself to remember. October the 20th, in the park. She didn?t know what the ?vattentorn? was, but she?d get there. She just had to.
There was some rustling, and there was carefull stepping and straightforward walking and some were missing but eventually the hill was climbed and they were there. And he was there. In the multitude of shadows on the brown gravel their souls shone with faded colors, and his was the brightest of them all. As topics were brought to the surface, their intensity faded and spiked, to fade yet again. Flickers of animalistic traits and cigarette after cigarette was lit one after another. They didn?t exactly disagree, but they didn?t exactly agree either. Old souls, or at least tattered, and even the bravest of them thread carefully at times.

Then Elysium, where higher clans roam and all those thing she does not understand happens. All the rules she cannot help but break. Reassuringly, two familiar faces stand out from the crowds of new arrivals. They were not exactly friends in New York, but they were not enemies nor rivals either and it is good to speak of good times with someone who does not miss half of what one is saying. Toreadors.

But it is odd. There is movement amongst the Gangrels and He is missing. When He comes back, he is not alone. With Him comes Jack. And to Talulah. Jack is a whole other chapter by himself.

First comes the Archon with his dark brown hair, golden eyes and olive skin. Then comes near-shaven hair on a skull tightly draped with withening skin. The marks of the hungry. Red eyes, a flash of a toothy grin and then there's a Gangrel in the way, so Talulah can't see. It's like it's not ment for her to see him. The man...chuckles. Did she hear him right? Her ears hardly ever fails her.
Neither does her eyes, there is hardly a man or woman who does not have some kind of strong reaction to the entrance made of these two people.
Taylor, who IS he?
That's Jack. Taylor light is gleaming, spinning, faster, faster. She looks away. The man is by the stage, in front of the prince. He's on his knees and the prince looks at him. Someone is standing behind the curtain, with his foot on the homecomers hand. She doesn't think anyone else notices. But she notices. They all go to the hidden room. The prince, the Archon, everyone important, Jack. Some get thrown out. They weren't important enough.
She wait's.

The angel comes to her.
Have Jack contacted you? No. Have you heard rumours of Jack? No. Have you seen Jack before tonight? No.

I don't know Jack.

The Angels light shone upon her for a little while longer, and he was displeased with her, but did not raise his hand or sword against her and let her be.

There was a rush as life returned to the elysium. The black curtains separating the bar from the hidden room moved from a silent wind and they came back. He rushed past her, not even giving her a glance and then there was this man, this Jack. He staggered forth across the room, red with stripes of white moving across the aura in an electric pattern. When he reached the billiard table he almost collapsed in front of her from the pain and it was then she knew... she had to know him, and what had happened.

The balcony in the rain, Basha and Magnusson giving him blood they've gotten from the bar. It mixes and mingles with the downpour, weakening it. Everyone is excited, whispering amongst themself in swedish gibberish.

Who IS Jack?

They look up, they're amused. He's amused. She doesn't know who Jack is, and for some reason, that strikes them as funny. They leave, one after another, to let him tell her himself. Basha leaves. Magnusson tells her to watch Jack until Basha takes over. She nod, finally somethings she understands. And so, Talulah Jezebel gets to hear parts...pieces about what has happened in Gothenburg.

But still, Jezebel doesn't know Jack.

People want's to speak with Jack and Talulah watches him, as she has promised. He is strange, but in this strange city he fits in, like a slightly different pice of the puzzle. A whole clan demands his precense and she waits outside the door to the strange room. When the meeting is finished they walk toghether down the corridor, as they turn the corner something shimmers in the air and becomes visible as it moves. It's one of the better dressed vampires, and his movement is a hand that reaches for Jacks shoulder, Jacks surprised look and reaction makes her senses focus on this man. She snaps her teeth at him, get's in his way, and on the knot of his tie rests a tiny cross. He says something in swedish to Jack, unitelligble to her, but his soul isn't.

It's not for a christian man to gloat...

It comes out clear, for the first time in over a year, but then she's ripped back to reality by a rough hand on her shoulder. She almost thinks Jack is going to be mad at her so she snaps her teeth again, ready for the slap which does not come.

He's an Elder Jezebel! That's Van Dike, that is!
No way to treat you. Ungodly.
He's an Elder!

And that is that.

The clan is in the park by the canal and the rain still pours. Tempers run high as they argue with each other about the best plan of action. No one has the time to explain or translate what they say, but she picks up bits and pieces, really trying to understand what they mean.
Some of them, she can se right through, some are partially closed to her. And then He speaks in anger. Israel tries to get a word in and Jack nearly mauls him. But they say things, signal things that confuses her. She does not understand the undertows, the currents even though she can almost se them clearly. And then Jack speaks again and it's almost like everything clicks into place inside herself. She goes cold, her heart sinks. If He doesn't want to take care of them, is she then one of them? Or is she an individual in herself?
Choices, He demands choices.
Choices and obedience to the system. She can do both.

I?
they can?t hear her. Louder then.
I fight for GOD?.I?m leavink..!

She walk's away as fast as she can without breaking into running. She has to do this. She has to reach this elder before he leaves. She has to talk to him, ask him before he disapeares.
If she shows courage, and obedience in this, maybe he can see her and in time even care for her.

Elder Afif! Do you fight for God, or do you fight for yourself?

And that is why she pulled the sewage cover over her head and put out the lights of the city, and decended to darkness and pain once more. Because it had to be done. Pay through pain, as she later told Jack. Pay through pain.  And they gave her a lot of pain to pay with. But there was also music by Sinatra, and the rats and last but not least, the readings of the scripture.
And she reverted to herself and looked just they way she saw herself. And some of the nosferatu understood, but none of the gangrels except for maybe Jack.

Talulah Jezebel: Malmoe/ The Ball


Malmoe 

She'd been watching. They didn't know it, but she'd been watching.

They got back from Malmoe, and though Theo had died in front of her, it was massive scenes of slaughter that burned so deep in her mind now. Seeing the souls go out one after one. Sometimes sudden, and at other times fading slowly, like embers in a dying fire. And she had touched the monster with her own claws, the creature from hell. A moment of ice cold horror. And then Basha shoving her aside and putting the nozzle down the hole and firering.

But they did get back to Gothenburg.
Elysium was even more confusing than battle. She got to meet the prince and smoke those fat cigarrs which she hadn't touched since she sold them herself. On the balcony her eyes darted back and forth from the prince to Kiralý. But still...she was not presented. She was not presented but got invited to a ball. A toreador ball.

Why was she thinking about him? He needed noone, no help from her.

The ball 

Nervousness. Nervousness and hunger. There was a church not far from the ball, Hagakyrkan. Had she still had her heart it would have been ticking at the speed of light. She was uncertain how she looked. The toreadors would laugh at her, in her old dress. But the toreadors always laughed att her, even when they didn't show it. Oh, oh. Talulah braced herself. He is inside....he will be. He had an invitation.

She had hoped to bring someone. Someone who owed her and would dance with her and tell her what to do. But now she was alone. She was here and she was the only gangrel she knew except for Kiralý, the newly appointed Archon, who was so high above her. And his lady was.... Skuld. Upon seeing this Talulah felt a strange feeling inside that she didn't recognise...it was hard to stand...and she could do absolutley nothing about it. Nothing.

There was a table with drinks, and to her great relief, some other single ladies. She thought about Reverend Hosaias advice and approached them.
Be nice, be courteous, ask them questions about themselves.
Point out your own good sides but be humble.
Identify the harpies. Stay clear of the ones you can't handle. Talk about your achievents to those you can. You are doing the will of The Lord and all should know the power of that.
Be proud of your clan.

And she did not expect to dance. But then came a man, a handsome man hidden behind the biggest mask of the ball. It was a funny mask that Jezebel liked. It was like a human, but twisted face with a great big mouth with enormous teeth. She remembered the monster from a painting of Hieronymus Bosch that the Reverend had showed her. Then the monster had been eating people. She thougth that was fitting.

Once more she was invited to dance. He was covered in bandages, but she noticed that they were new, fresh for the ball. This time, dancing went better but something he said went like a nail through her heart.

"I'm not very good at this"
"You glide..."

Did she? Did she glide? He said it with his voice completley broken, a man who choked to death. She lost track and concentration. He felt damp to her touch, the smell cool earth, dark places and despair went through her. It was like starting to offer your hand to someone who is drowning but then retracting it because you´re not sure if they will drag you under instead. She left the dancefloor dizzy.

And that is why she couldn't remember if that dance was before or after they called some of those who were in Malmoe up on stage and had some sort of a speech. Because he was there...and behind her, the elder Skuld. The crowds of people fell away. Everything became silent and dark inside her head, with three lights flickering....her own....his.....and his lady for the evening. And she...turned around.....to look at her...

The shimmer is always there for Talulah. But what she is looking at right now is so much older than most. Maybe that is normal here, as far as vampires go, but to Talulah it is ancient. The physical table that occupies the space between herself and the elder woman first elongates, becomes a road into infinity, and then vanishes. It is just them now. It is crystal-clear, an amazing floating egg. The crystal is tinted with gold, pink and silver which swirls hypnoticly on the surface of the egg. It really is beautifull. But what lies within is not. For Skuld has company within her egg. Talulah can not hold the gasp from slipping out between her lips.
The...creatures rage insanely in their captivity, always almost on the verge of breaking through. It is to much, too strong, and she cannot bear it. Skulds eyelids start to move, she's about to look up from her folded hands on the table. A chill runs from Talulahs head to her toes and she is forced to look away.

They are let down from the stage. Talulah waits for the others, and him to walk down the short stair before she looks back at the struggling beasts once more and hides herself in the shimmering sea of souls that is covering the ballroom floor.
There is the host of the ball, the tremere that fought with them i Malmoe. He's wearing his hair tied back and a has a giant red tie. His cold mistress, leader of the clan sits stiffly against the left wall. The angel and the warrior woman from the brujah clan are waltzing as Talulah passes them by. Hadn't it been for their signature spirits, Talulah would never had know it was them. They look so different in their masks and formal wear.
How scared the human guard gets when she passes by to close for his tastes, and then she finds a chair to hang on to. Then time speeds up, like it had to catch up from falling behind when she was caught up on stage. People whirr past, dancing, dancing. Their voices rumble in unintelligble swedish.

Then everyone stops and look to the stage again and even though she does not understand what the skinny man that almost definetnly i Af Wissen (although he seems different) is saying, it seemes like everything will be over very soon.

And she is sad. She is so very sad that he didn't ask, And something she doesn't understand burns inside as she looks up to get a last look at the woman on the stage from afar, through all the people who've begun to dance once more.

And this is when it happens. That the couple dance right, and left, and leaves a passage in the middle. They divide like the red sea, not even noticing, and they let him through in his white uniform, with the gold and the red. A gloved hand is extended.

She doesn't even hear him ask. She hardly hears the music.
She gets her dance. The one that mattered.

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Talulah Jezebel: Long time ago.


Talulah! Take these drinks to Stars customer! And be quick about it! The older woman shoved the tray into Talulahs hands. That,and her voice with the southern drawl abruptly awoke Talulah from the daydreams she'd been having. The jazzband was playing, just happy to have a gig tonight.

That girl is a bit slow, Martha
, the forty-something with red hair remarked to her younger collegue who was hanging by the bar waiting to be approached by any man who earlier on had seen her dance and maybe would request a private show. Cigarette smoke streamed between her lips when she replied by a consenting murmur and a I hear you Sally to her superior's remark. It had been a slow night, in a slow month, of a slow year despite the fact that they now served booze again. It was still illegal in some ways, but what the customer wanted, the customer got.

Talulah balanced the tray real carefull all the way to table number five and gently put the drinks down, avoiding Stars grinding buttocks. She was certain not to look either Star, nor the customer directly in the face and shyed away with an excusing a quickly fading smile as she backed away with the half-empty glasses of beer she had collected. Unfortantly she backed into someone. The band stopped playing.

The man didn't even care too look too see who got beer on his two-dollar suit before he landed a punch straight in the middle of her face. She was thrown to the floor with a whimper and immediatly started to cry quietly. This seemed to infuriate him.

Merv! Talulahs getting a beating again! the older woman shouted, with voice hardly descibably as caring, into the deep recesses of the bar. The man keept hitting. Star had stopped grinding and started screaming. From behind the bar came the man Sally had been shouting for. Woman! Get Jericho! Don't just stand there! But from the front door, already something was coming that could only be descried as a mountain of dark, muscular flesh.

That's it, You are so out of here!
 His voice was like stones booming against eachother, a deep rumbling from within. His hands that grabbed the offendor were like slabs of stone and his arms were muscular like atlas. The man was lifted clear of the floor and shoved through the room towards the back door where Jericho could work him over in privacy. The kind of privacy a back ally behind a strip club gives you.

They were bending over her. Star, Sally, Merv and Martha. The rest of the dancers had given the row a glance and then devoted themselves to keeping the customers busy. Martha was still smoking, Star was in still in tears, Merv concerned and Sally had that look on her face. Talulah coughed and tried to wipe the blood away from her split lip. She was crying, huddled on the floor. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry Sally. I tried to be carefull, I'll be even moore carefull. Please, please forgive me. Tears ran down her cheeks, mixing with the blood and the grime she got of the floor. There was yet another moment of silence, but then one of the jazz-players, a saxophonist took out a melody and the band started playing again.

They got her of the floor and she fell silent. Merv looked at Sally, like all of them. Don't look at me! Sally said, we all know she was like that when she got here! They nodded....it was true. Merv had Jericho take her to their "Doctor" anyway, to see that nothing serious was broken. Jericho told him what had happened but said nothing about the old scars. They paid 10 dollars, some of it for his time, some for his silence. Jericho came here often, because of the job, but they rarely spoke.

Talulah Jezebel -animals



Animals.
Jezebel had had to resort to them before. They sated the hunger, but for oh so short a time. She really, really needed to be presentet, at least to the senschal, the one with the dreadlocks.

Jezebel lets the doe slide to the ground from her grip. She'd been in worse situations, but for now, she really couldn't remember any.

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Talulah Jezebel


There was many...things she did not...reemember...but she was graaatefull that she had been allowed to float in the LORDS...precense for such att long time. Now she was back.

Gothenburg seemed a strange city to her. Other things did too. It was different than it had been before.
Kiralý had introduced her to some other gangrel and two of them had been watching her since. There was arrangements made for her, where to sleep. And they left. The arrangements were simple and she liked them and was gratefull. There had been no sign of her host.

Then there was day and Talulah Jezebel slept.

The next night was warm. Jezebel did not have a watch anymore but it felt like it was late for her to rise. There was a park, but no leafs were on the trees. She walked around for a bit, watching the young people. There was a smell of charcoal, beer and urine.

Hallå! Hej bruden! Du ser ju Dô ut! 

Jezebel had already been looking at the two boys for a while but they had not seen her. They were the right type. She was hungry. But she was not presented. Not to the prince. Not to the Senschal. She opened her hand and waved. It was the same insecure wave that usually came when she tried.

Hej

Börjar publicera texterna om Talulah Jezebel.


Tja. Eftersom den här bloggen egentligen främst var tänkt att innehålla lajvrelaterade saker, i alla fall tills dess att jag skaffar en helt separat blogg till det, så skulle jag ju även kunna lägga upp de stämningstexter jag skrivit. Nu är det ju så att det är lättare att förstå sammanhanget ju fler av dem man läser.
Det kommer altså att vara svårare att se samanhanget om man inte är med i Kindred Societies lajv, men det finns ju ändå en liten risk att man gillar att läsa dom här berättelserna. Texterna kommer att publiceras i den ordning jag skriver dem och inte i den ordning de utspelar sig kronologiskt.

onsdag 18 april 2007

Talang.


Så på fredag, övermorgon är det Kindred Societys vampyrlajv. Det verkar som att vi har fått minst en ny medlem. Får verkligen hoppas att han kan komma imorgon. Nästa fredag är det Sjunde Dagens sabbat-lajv och på lördagen efteråt åker jag upp till Stockholm för att delta i andra mötet för Thule-kampanjens religionsgrupp. Stannar ända till måndagen eftersom jag ska göra ett besök på Dieselverkstadens bibliotek.

Gick som vanligt på Café Talang på tisdagen. för att hänga med mina medspelare. Dock var jag där extremt tidigt då mitt tåg till Borås tvingades vända efter en nedriven kontaktledning och jag inte kände att det var lönt att åka till Borås om det skulle vara så krångligt. Så jag åt min lunch på kafeet och tittade på gymnasieungdomarna och hantverkarna som är där innan oss. Gymnasieeleverna beter sig extremt illa och hantverkarna har en massa coola arbetskläder.
Lyssnade på musik för att stänga ute ungdomarnas hästflabb.

lördag 14 april 2007

Vanlig torsdag, vanlig fredag.


I Torsdags, altså den 12e april var jag och Jonny förbi Café Talang så som vi brukar på torsdagar. Det var halvmycket folk från vampyrlajvsföreningen där och tvärt emot vad många kanske tror om oss så belägrade vi den mysiga innergården och lapade i oss sol iklädda lämpliga solglasögon. När Talang stängde vid 18.00 drog några av oss vidare till Haket som på torsdagar oftast har SynthHaket nuförtiden. Iden var att ett födelsedagsbarn skulle firas och denne hade önskat sig en tatuering som man fick hjälpa till att skramla till. Jag stannade inte så länge, pratade lite lajv och åt en god ostschnitzel med vad jag tror var stekt potatis. Kom hem relativt tidigt.
Igår, fredags gjorde vi verkligen ingenting förutom företog oss en promenad i det vackra vädret framåt eftermiddagen och åt kryddstark spaghetti bolognese på Villan nere på södra älvstranden.

torsdag 12 april 2007

C6


Så fick man nån anonym kille som lade till en på MSN igen för första gången på länge. Såhär skrev han. Jag har tagit bort hans MSN-adress för hans egens skull. Sin bild har han själv sett till enbart visar överarmen....


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Man ska ju inte vara elak. Stackars kille. Hoppas inte mina småsyskon läser det här. Jag kanske skulle skrivit att jag var gravid också, men det är jag ju inte. Och det är ju dumt att ljuga. Dumt och elakt.
Hoppas att det inte är någon jag känner.

GothCon


Idag har jag fortsatt med mitt uppsatsarbete genom att genomför ännu en intervju. Micken fungerade väl sådär, men jag hade i alla fall hittat den igen efter att ha trott att jag glömde den på GothCon. Självklart hade jag aldrig tagit med den på GothCon utan lagt undan den på ett "säkert" ställe hemma. Så smart var jag.

Som varje påsk de senaste åren har jag varit på Spelkonventet GothCon som äger rum på Hvitfeldska gymnasiet varje år. På torsdagen hjälpte jag BooM att bygga korvstånd och prångla ut så mycket Gothkorv vi hann och orkade innan klockan ett på natten. Vid det laget hade J jobbat klart för natten och ville spela spel. Jag minns dock inte vad vi spelade. Erika som jag bodde med i Stockholm anlände med bilen från Stockholm och vi sågs och kramades innan hon skyndade sig vidare till FPP.
Vaknade trött och eländig på en luftmadrass i sovsal S 212 efter lunch på fredagen. Åt "lunch" med Erika och sedan åkte jag hem med Ma och Jo för att hämta mina linser och lämna Mas dotter med sin pappa. Vi han ta en lugn kopp kaffe hemma medan jag satte i linserna. Det sved som fan, eftersom jag alltid brukar få allergiattacker när GothCon är.
Vampyrlajvet var väldigt tomt, och det var väldigt lite folk där. Stadens Prins Greve Stenbock av klan Ventrue, den som styr staden, var inte där, inte heller Senshalen Ian Wallingworth av klan Brujah. En Senseshal fungerar som en vice-prins. Av primogenerna, vilka utgör Prinsens rådgivare, tror jag bara det var Basha av klan Gangrel som var förbi en liten stund tidigt på kvällen. Vare sig vår tilfälliga Lagman eller Skarprättare bevistade lajvet, Jag donade lite med en miniplott till mig själv, som jag hittade på aldeles själv men som ändå knyter in i resten. Äldste Skuld av klan Nosferatu och Äldste Carl Van Dike var där och satt på scenen. Jag inledde lajvet med att spela mot Bults karaktär Jeronn Williams som retade min karaktär lite och undrade om hon inte borde sitta hemma eftersom det var långfredagen, något jag inte hade tänkt på över huvud taget innan dess. I och med detta lajvtillfälle firar jag ett år med denna karaktär i staden.
Vi bröt tidigt, tror att det var redan vid tolv. Det var inte så mycket så att jag hade tråkigt som att det nog inte hade gått att få lajvet att fortsätta längre än vad det gjorde. Jag sminkade av mig minns karaktärs svarta smink och tog ur effektlinserna och jag och Jo åkte tillbaka till GothCon.

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Min karaktär Talulah Jezebels ryggsår. Allt är gjort med olika sorters blodsmink från
Perukmakeriet.

Nu minns jag att vi spelade Western och lite senare kortspelet Munchkin i cafeterian. Jag började redan bli trött och grinig.
När jag vaknade på lördagen kunde jag knappt öppna ögonen utan fick droppa linsvätska i dem och arbeta bort kletet som satt runt. Jag såg ut som en olycklig hamster när jag haltade in i bamban för att leta upp Jonny. Det var påskafton och i år ville jag verkligen köpa ett påskägg till honom. Vi åkte in till Nordstaden, köpte allergitabletter och ögondroppar till mig och när jag började känna mig som en människa igen köpte vi lunch på Åhlens.
Eftermiddagen gled över i ännu en omgång Western för min del och Jonny försvann till ett obskyrt tornrum där han satt och spelade spel med folk som också kommit från Arvika en gång i tiden.
Då gjorde M entré och drog med mig och några andra på rollspel istället, vilket glatt fick mig att saka western-spelandet. Äventyret var melodramatiskt och slutade sålunda för min karaktärs del.

Korvathonen, vilket var korvätartävlingen som BooM stod för vanns av Paul genom att han år 19 korvar. Mer än en medlem i min förening kräktes efter försök som inte ens nådde upp i den klassen eller bröt i alla fall ut i kallsvettningar. Nästa år ska nog jag och BooM ansvara för GothKorven sjäva. Nästa år ska jag förhoppningsvis inte plugga.


Jag sov till tre på söndagen då Jonny kom och hjälpte mig packa och efter att jag fräschat upp mig lite och hämtat tillbaka 25 % av min avgift för att jag hade jobbat åkte vi hem och jag lade mig badet med skum från Lush.

onsdag 4 april 2007

Filmen 300


Ikväll ska jag gå och se filmen 300 på bio med Jonny och ett gäng andra som antagligen inte vet om att vi också ska se den samtidigt.

300 är inspirerad av Frank Millers grafiska roman och regisserad av Zack Snyder som gjorde "Dawn of the Dead?. Filmen handlar om slaget vid Thermopylae. Kung Xerxes persiska armé på hundratusentals soldater utmanades av ett fåtal högt tränade män från Sparta i ett smalt bergspass, som senare fått namnet ?helvetets portar?.

300 på IMDB.com

Jag hoppas verkligen att den är bra, de av mina vänner som ahr sett den tycker om den men den fick väldigt dåligt betyg i Göteborgsposten. Det hade varit intressant att få veta vad filmrecensenten Orvar tycker.


300

tisdag 3 april 2007

Dimmur Borgir-video med lajvare i.


En tjej som heter Emma och som jag spelade med på Krigshjärta I i somras är med i videon som kvinnan som föder barn. Hon säger så här: Det är i alcarin angwi som är de mörka, och.. vad heter de... compani bastard som korsriddarna. byfolket är angwi o ett gäng andra lajvare.

Dimmu Borgir-video

Talang


Åker strax in till stan efter att bara ha ätit fyra mackor. Ska sitta på lajvfiket och kanske få lite mer läst i Sanna Taljas bok.

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Bilden är tagen för .SE av Nils Jacobson.

måndag 2 april 2007

Sabbatlajvet

Ville dessutom påpeka att jag lagt upp bilderna från det nystartade Sabbatlajvet från i fredags. Man kommer till mitt sabbat-galleriet genom att klicka på bilden nedan. Lajvet kostar 200 kr om året och att prova kostar 40 kr per gång som man inte får tillbaka som rabatt på helårsavgiften. Jag själv spelade Biskop Ib Jensens högra hand och mycket mer tänker jag inte avslöja om min karaktär för att inte förstöra för andra allt för tidigt. Jag hade roligt i alla fall och fick prova att använda ett nytt regelsystem och en kraft jag aldrig haft tidigare.

http://s153.photobucket.com/albums/s220/wonderkarin/Sabbatlajvet/

2007-04-02

Idag skulle jag och min uppsatspartner O arbeta på uppsatsen. Detta fick dock tyvärr förhinder, vilket ledde till att det bara var att sätta O på bussen tillbaka till Borås. Men Robin och hans syster Therese hade hört av sig tidigare på dagen för att fråga om jag ville handla "skrot" med dem så jag ringde upp och mötte dem på Holmens loppmarknad bakom Holmens Herrekipering på Kilsgatan i Göteborg. Det är inte så fasligt långt från centralstationen.
R plockade upp en flätad väska från den stora högen med väskor dom har där, och sett från den potential som lajvväska tog jag och köpte den för lite mynt jag hade i fickan.
Därefter bar det av ut till Kållered, lagom till att bilköerna skulle vara riktigt rejäla, för att snabbt köpa lite linne för ca 90 kr metern för att sedan vända tillbaka in till stan. Min sambo Jonny ringde så vi bestämde oss för att plocka upp honom från hans jobb samt lite skräpmat från de gatukök de har där ute, nästan på gränsen till Mölndal.
Therese släppte av oss vid vårt hus, där lämpligt nog glassbilen stod parkerad. Ett paket sundborn och ett paket mazariner rikare intog vi lägenheten och jag festade på min efterätt.
Nu är jag rätt sugen på att hitta på något, men om det inte blir något ska jag nog läsa vidare på Sanna Taljas bok.