sweetsalome: (curly hair shoulder)
    The Collins house is a two story townhouse in mid-Manhattan.  It's location was chosen because it was closer to the office.  Liam Collins hated cars, and the less time he spent in them, the better he felt.  One of his constant worries was getting blown up in a car, or hit by one.  His paranoia was not unfounded.  It was a well furnished house, with thick carpets that covered hard wood floors, and padded the feet of over stuffed chairs.  

Before moving in, Liam Collins had the house professionally decorated, and it shows.  There were very few personal effects around the public rooms, there was a very real feel of this being some sort of display house, that no one truly lived there.  The feeling was not unfounded.

The feeling however was trying to be exorcised by the movement of strangers, of people setting up food, the bar and making sure things were generally in order.  Lights were added, music played, and slowly but surely the grim, empty feeling was driven from the house through open doors.  

Salome watches the movement from the top of the stairs with a rather detached interest, as if she was watching an ant farm behind glass, and not human movement.  She's not sure why she feels this way, except that it is not making her very happy.  Maybe it's nervousness, or paranoia, or a little bit of everything all rolled up into one ball that has settled very happily in her stomach.  

Either way, she forces herself from the top of the stairs and to the bathroom so she can fish getting ready.  

As her attention is turned away from the activity more people filter into the house, bringing balloons and various decorations to make it actually look like there is someone having a birthday.  It looks almost childish, but she didn't choose any of it, and she happens to like the balloons so she doesn't mind.  Ian, her father's right hand man, has arranged all of it, fussing over her as if she was his own child.  He has taken it upon himself to make sure she is well taken care of while her father is away.  

When she finishes dressing, he smiles at her and compliments her on her outfit, she thanks him and accepts a kiss on the cheek begrudgingly.  She's not sure if he sees the gold hoop that goes through her belly button, if he does, he doesn't say anything.  If he does, then she's sure she'll hear about it later.  

He tells her that she's grown into a very lovely woman and wishes her for the tenth time a happy birthday.  All of a sudden she wants to hit him, to shove him away, but she doesn't, she smiles and waits for him to leave.  When he does, she can breathe again.  

Feeling lighter then before, she grins to herself and walks down the stairs to find something to drink.  After drink number one, things begin to look a lot better.  So this is what it feels like to be an adult.

ooc:  I think this is the part of the play where I say something really general like: 'play nice' and 'bendy time applies.'  But I think you all are intelligent roleplayers and know the drill, so stating that would just be over kill . . . oh wait.  Feel free to bring in whoever you would like, the more the merrier!
sweetsalome: (Sleep)
Awwh, wut?!  Why am I doing up THIS early, oh yeah . . . 

    Two things.  Have I ever mentioned how much I love the boys?  "The boys" being the vague name I have JUST given to my guy friends, most notably:  Chuck, Major and Terry.  I would include Hiro in this, but he's not my friend.   Thank you so much for the wonderful gifts, really it means a whole lot and I am sure you three probably don't even realize it.   My dad isn't very big on the whole birthday thing so this is kind of my first real birthday that doesn't involve sitting around a smoky table listening to old Irish men bitch  . . . about everything.   Seriously, they are like a group of old hens.

I digress.

I didn't expect anything, didn't even really want anything, just a smile or something would be more then enough for me.  So I am kinda flabbergasted, stunned, pleasantly surprised, and a few times, speechless.   Ohhh not to mention the loud squeeing, because there was that to.  [Note to Farah:  Please disregard previously mentioned squee.  I don't really squee.]

So, to recap:  Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.

Major, I knew deep down you were cuddly kitten, I'm gonna give you a great big hug when I see you next!  XD  Everyone else gets a hug too, but it's not as funny because most people don't see hugs as a threat. 

Also, happy brithday, birthday buddy Lauren!  Have a wonderful, happy birthday!  Have some cake and go wild!  But not too wild because I think they can still arrest you, even if you are a cop.

    That being said, I am going back to bed.  Freak this, it's too early and I have a very long day in front of me.  It's gonna be fun, but as far as I am concerned, I am staying under the covers until I am dragged out. 

That is not a challenge.
sweetsalome: (Smile)
    I got a party hat, from Hiro!  Thank you very much, Hiro-kun :3  It's one snazzy party hat, which reminded me to get more party hats!  That's right, it's going to be my birthday soon!  It's going to be weird this year, since I am going to actually have a birthday party.  Usually I don't, because it's not something we celebrate around here, but I guess eighteen is a big deal.  Still, I am like, all kinds of nervous about it because lots of people!  In fact it will be the first time that house has been filled with normal people, which is scary. 

Anyway, I am going to have a party!  Food, music, various forms of beverage and no clowns.  Anyone who wants to come is more then welcome, it's August 8th from 8pm to whenever.  Or maybe I should go with the whole eight theme.  8/8/08 from 8pm to 8am.  Weird.

It will be at the house in Manhattan, so I can give out the address as needed.


For your listening enjoyment!

Won't you tell me what you're thinking of?
Would you be an outlaw for my love?
If it's so then let me know
If it's no then I can go
And I won't make you
Ooh ooh ooh

ooc:  First, thank you very much Hiro-mun for the party hat, we were thrilled to death when we saw it.  Hah the royal we.  Anywho, the party post will be up on Friday and any muse is welcome to show, though it will pretty much set in the New York verse and actions within the party will be applied to that verse . . . If that makes.  Bendy time applies of course, and all the other great things that we can do on the internet but not in real life.  Any questions please let me know.  :o


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