Jewels of the Valar

[Kalile]

Shakespeare skull?
You mean the one from Hamlet? Yorric the jester's skull? Tell me you know Shakespeare, please! please! At least know Midsummer Night's Dream....

[PippinTook]

alas, I fear that Midsummer night's dream has yet to befall my path. but caesar rocks! have romeo and juliet this year, and macbeth. haven't been acting in any shakespear, recently in the sound of music, far stretch from Hamlet!

[Legoles]

Fairy Queen, Donkey dude, mixed up affairs, love juice from flowers... my type of story. Pop star I will be! Going on American Idol when my mom agrees to it, and my throat stops being sore....

[Eärloth]

Maybe if noone else joins soon we'll start and say that only a few of the Valar have been put into mortal bodies. Then we can start

[PippinTook]

american idol rox! (clay should have won!) kelly rox, but me, I need to be on stage, in front of people when I perform. I am going to finish college, and move to NY, but i'm only in 8th grade now so, I'll have to settle with community theatres!

[Kalile]

YOU DON'T KNOW A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM?!? THAT ONE'S THE BEST! And the Tempest. And two gentlemen of Verona is very cool. But especially A Midsummer Night's Dream and the Tempest.


I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet nusk-roses and with eglantine.
There sleeps Titania sometimes of the night,
Lulled in these flowers with dances and delight;
And there the snake throws her enameled skin,
Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in.
And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes
And make her full of hateful fantasies.

That is by Oberon, King of the fairies, telling his servant how he's going to squeeze the juice of a flower on his queen Titania's eyes to make her fall in love with whatever she next sees. He's mad at her, in case you couldn't tell.

[Eärloth]

How did we get into this discussion?

[Earniel]

Please stay on topic.

[PippinTook]

You called it earloth! ok, i think we should get started now, no more shakespeare! Ok, whos starting, not me, I stink at starting.

[PippinTook]

ooc: ok, nevermind, i'll start.

ic: Pip slammed her algebra book on the floor, jumped up and ran back into her room. 'Finally done!' she thought. Just in time, she grabbed her jacket and ran back out the door. "Mom!" she called, "We're gonna be late!" "Coming!" her mom replied. They got in the car and drove to the theater.
***2 hours later***
Pip sulked out of the theater, 'I didn't get it!' she thought. She had just tried out for Macbeth, and hadn't made the cast. "Want a frappy?" her mom asked. Pip perked up a bit. "Yeah, frappy would be nice." So they stopped at Starbucks and of course, walked next door to Barnes & Noble. While her mom stopped at homeschool curriculums, she made her way to the fantasy section. She picked up a copy of the Silmarillion and began to read.

[Eärloth]

OOC: BASED ON A TRUE STORY

IC: Kate placed her French books on the table and quietly turned towards the front of the classroom.

“F/ck off, *Rosie*’s sitting there,” Shara screeched at her. She shoved the books to the side of the table, Kate’s pencil case and tin feel on the floor – the pencil tin came open, spilling pens, pencils, scissors, pencil shavings and a short ruler onto the floor.

“Sh/t,” muttered Kate; quietly, she picked her stationery up off the floor and sat down again, sighing. She sent the rest of French as she always did with every subject: head down, writing continuously. Halfway through the lesson Shara dropped a litter of paper over Kate’s head. Some of it went down the back of her shirt, the rest over her books. She brushed them aside and continued working. Shara, unhappy with the result, muttered loudly:

“You are a *loser*,” and strode off. Kate faltered in writing for a split second. She picked up a different piece of paper and wrote carelessly on it T’est une fille bête, and placed it on Shara’s desk. At the sight of it, Shara screamed and approached the French teacher, demanding the note’s meaning.

“‘You’re a stupid girl’,” he read. Shara scrunched up the paper and threw it at Kate, who moved her head slightly and avoided the ball. Seeing this, Shara picked up the girl neighbouring her’s own pencil tin and thew it at Kate. It hit her in the head and fell to the floor, clashing loudly. The French yelled at Shara and inquired as to why she would throw anything at another student.

“I hate her, she’s weird,” Shara explained indignantly. Kate did not so much as glance up: she just kept writing. The point came where she didn’t have anything to write anymore, having completed the work that was supposed to last for 40 more minutes. She ripped a page out of her workbook and scribbled on it, writing words formlessly – yet seemingly the sentences all made sense.

The page scrunched at the top: Shara tried to rip the page away from underneath Kate, but she held it fast: eventually it ripped; finding no further use for it, Shara ripped it up and dropped it in the bin. Kate returned to writing.

*****

Kate got home and went straight to her room. Tears slid smoothly down her face as she wondered how there could be anyone like Shara – f/cking psycho bitch from hell – and why it was always her these people chose to harass. Her thought slowly spread beyond school bullies to the entire world – its faults, the beauty that humans themselves had destroyed, the way so many others lived and how they were treated.

Her mother called her from the next room. Kate blinked tears out of her eyes and with a voice level as ever responded. She was not one to share any sort of grief with any other person; she walked out of her room smiling.

[PippinTook]

wow, did that happen to you? sorry, bullies stink! SUPER-HOBBIT TO THE RESCUE! i will smite them with my 'tea cup of death'! boohahahaha!

[Gulio, Strength of Many]

ooc: And I'll be waiting for Pip to finish with the bully with my dear friend, Mr. Battle Axe BULLIES SUCK!

[Eärloth]

Aaaawww, thanx, lol

[Aewionen]

ooc: A true story? How sad....grrrrr! I'm with you Pip and Guilo!

ic: Aj ran out of her history classroom and to the office. "Is it here?" she said stopping suddenly and almost dropping her bag. Clara, her friend who worked at the office, smiled "Yes AJ, here you go. Good luck!" Clara handed her a paper envelope and gave her a thumbs up. AJ waved as she ran towards her locker to open the envelope. AJ quickly read the letter, her smile growing and growing. "YES!" The hall suddenly became very quiet as her classmate looked at her. "Sorry....." she said looking around. AJ turned and put the letter in her bag for later as she hurried to her next class.
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"Mom! I'm home!" AJ dropped her bag by the door and ran upstairs to her small room where her instruments were. Her drumset and her harp. (ooc: I play the drums and have always wanted to play the harp) Alex sat down and let her fingers across the strings.

[Kalile]

Ooc: We shall kill them together! I won't be much help though. I'm too small, and all I can do is throw big words at people and hope to bewilder them enough that they go away. The sad part is that it actually works!

Ic: "I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet nusk-roses and with eglantine." Jessica murmered to herself, smiling and giving Anthony a quick kiss.
"I have to go now." She rose from the grassy hillside and, shouldering her backpack and violin, began her walk home.

Ooc: Sorry, can't resist putting a summary of my afternoon in...

Ic: Jessica arrived to an empty house; today was the day that her mother had school stuff, her father worked late, and her sister was staying after school. Perfect.
She lifted Galadriel from her case and rosined her new bow.
At last, a violin bow instead of a viola bow! Lifting it to her chin, she let the instrument sing in a scale, then began to play her Lord of the Rings score...

[Legoles]

This is another real life like thing. And I do have a seriously sprined wrist. Went to the EMC and found out that I tore a couple of ligaments, and I'm outta PE for a week! waaah[wrist, mot P.E.]!
"Isabella, what happened to your wrist?"
"Sprained it badly. fell on the same stinkin place on the gym floor twice!"
"Ha ha!"
"Shut up Pendance[key]"
"Why don't you... Ivy!"
I rolled my eyes and went back to my sketch. It was of a girl that I once used in one of my RPG's. <Evil witch.> I thought. <Lier, b/ch a/s wh/re.> I got up, and went over to my mothers [boring] white van.
"How was school today Isabella?"
"Fine." I mumbled
"Homework?"
"None."
"Okay then." I slipped on my earphones and listened to my new cd.

[PippinTook]

heres the story of my life. "Mom, I'm getting on the computer!" said Katie. after about 2 hours of entmoot, Katie attempted to beg her mom to take he to barnes&noble and buy the cool new book she heard about, and a copy of the unfinished tales of numenor (yeah, thats gonna happen!) she sits in room and waits, reads more of silmarillion, and waits, goes to church, comes home, reads more of silmarillion, goes to bed, with younger sister, because her room isn't fully unpacked yet! gets slapped in face by sleeping sister. reads more of silmarillion, (go me! only 70 pages so far) thats my life, its a god life, just boring at the moment! I live off of the moot! and God, cause frankly, without Him, i'd seriously go nuts!

[The last sane person]

Roya sighed and put down her little pipers flute and looked out over the water. her break would be over soon and it would be back to refurbishing those old wooden crates for her. Dispite the short comings of the job, it paid well and brought Roya to the sea shore. She had always loved the sea and it had always called to her. At the time she was the youngest person working at the docks in marine carpentry.

"What you thinkin about runt?" Her boss interupted the little revelry.

"Sir, you pay me to work not think." She slipped off the piling she was perched on and made her way back to the work house woth out another word, where her new charge, the "Wawonna" stood rotting and awaiting new planking. A tall ship she was and near her watery grave she would have been had she not been saved.

For the remainder of the day Roya bent to her work, measuring, calculating and crafting the side planks of the old planter box of a ship. When the work day was done, and it was a dreary and over caste one at that, she punched in her hours and made her way back to the small flat she called home. Made herself a small diner and flopped down on the couch and lazed around. Her eyes floating to the well ordered-yet rather small-bookshelf and the works of J.R.R. among the others, she lazily traced her finger along the spine of the Silmarillion and pulled it out and read it till her eyes drooped shut.

OOC: I loved that job alot. So much, that i still work there.

[Eärloth]

IC: Kate fidgeted with the silver bangle on her left hand; she then ran her fingers over the bright scar on the wrist underneath the metal. The edges of her vision where getting fuzzy...

She stood up and stumbled to the head of the classroom. In passing, Shara shrieked: "Don't touch me, ya lesso!"

Approaching the teacher at the front of the classroom, she attained permission to attend the sick bay. As she was heading to the door, books in hand, Shara stood in front of her.

"And where are *you* going?" she demanded.

"I have a migraine."

Shara stared blankly at Kate for a moment. "You're bullsh/tting," she announced, and brushed past her, knocking several of her books out of her hands as she went. With rapidly depleting vision and much difficulty Kate reassembled the books and dragged herself to her locker, placing the books inside and continuing to the nurse. She lay in sick bay for 2 hours before beginning to vomit, whereat the nurse phoned her mother and Kate received an early leaver's pass for one of her frequent chronic migraines.

OOC: 1. Today I (accidentally) whacked Shara across the face. Situation was, she put a lolly wrapper on my head, I took it off and put it on her head, turned back to *my* friends. Saw out the corner of my eye her about to hit me, put out arm to parry it & smashed her in the cheekbone. Go me.
2. I actually do get these migraines often. Perhaps I have a brain tumour - would certainly explain a lot