For anyone who cares to take notice, there is a very pretty young girl sitting in a chair, reading something. It is Sibyl Vane (well, Gray now, for all intents and purposes), and she is diligently going over her lines for Cyrano's play. She is determined to give a fantastic performance, and to show everyone that her acting is just as good as it ( Read more... )

"I've been dealt a blow. I've been dealt a blow... Jane?"

But there is no Jane. There isn't even Thornfield. Just a strange place he's never seen before, and Mr. Rochester is immediately very unhappy. ... Even more so than before, if you can believe that.

[Mr. Rochester. Jane Eyre.]

 A small young lady opens the door slightly, peering into the room. "Mr. Rochester? You sent for--" She freezes, brown eyes going wide for she does not recognize her surroundings.

"Mr. Rochester?" she whispers, gathering her skirts and stepping in tentatively. "Hello?"

T: So. Jane Eyre. :D

*enter a small, plain-looking young woman of about eighteen -- dressed simply, in a grey dress, hair without ornament, her entire demeanor that of one used to being overlooked -- but should one choose to look closer, her calm exterior belies a certain strength of spirit not common to those such as she ( Read more... )

Out of morbid curiosity, and in the fact that I've spent a good of my late time as bedrest already, might 's well do something, ..what are some of all your fears? Not only the things you cannot stand, but those small, irrational phobias as well. 'S always interesting to hear what others fear ( Read more... )

My typist says I must be more sociable. So here I am.

Good afternoon, gentle readers. I am Jane Eyre and hail from a novel of the same name. I was most surprised to learn that there was such a novel. I had no great adventures in my life and merely followed my heart and trusted the intellect of my mind to guide me on life's journey. Through the grace of the good Lord, I crossed fates with a Mr. ( Read more... )