For every minute you remain angry, you give up 60 seconds of peace of mind.
[these past few days, peace of mind has been something far out of reach for Jilly. Still, she has matters to attend to, and she plans to do just that]
[Legato]
[there's tight anger in her voice, though she's fighting to control it.]
What happened to wanting to keep the peace?
[/Legato]
[Good guys filter]
I'm...not entirely sure who I should talk to now that Bruce is gone, but... I want to help. In any way I can. [sorry Damian. Your orders are going unheeded]
[/Good Guys Filter]
[Rin]
[she doesn't know that her friend's last message was a lie, but that doesn't keep her from being worried. Not with all the bodies cropping up]
I don't know if you'll get this...but be careful out there, alright?
[/Rin]
[Willow & Billy]
[With them, her voice is lighter, if a little tired. With everything else going on, spending time with her trusted people seems like a good idea]
I've kind of been feeling like getting out of the castle for awhile. Either of you want to stop by Caritas later?
[/Willow & Billy]
[Filters done, Jilly can be found in the music room. It's not a place she frequents often, but she's feeling the need for something to lift her spirits today and music seems the best way to do it. After a bit of browsing through the CDs, this can be heard playing softly over the journal.]
I think what I love most about live music is that...it feels a little like audible painting. All colors and images and emotion. And there are mistakes and improvisations. It's not neat. Or edited. It just is.
[In the room itself, Jilly can be found sitting on the floor (who needs chairs), painting on her pochade box, because this was a situation that called for more than black and white pencil sketches.]
[Legato]
[there's tight anger in her voice, though she's fighting to control it.]
What happened to wanting to keep the peace?
[/Legato]
[Good guys filter]
I'm...not entirely sure who I should talk to now that Bruce is gone, but... I want to help. In any way I can. [sorry Damian. Your orders are going unheeded]
[/Good Guys Filter]
[Rin]
[she doesn't know that her friend's last message was a lie, but that doesn't keep her from being worried. Not with all the bodies cropping up]
I don't know if you'll get this...but be careful out there, alright?
[/Rin]
[Willow & Billy]
[With them, her voice is lighter, if a little tired. With everything else going on, spending time with her trusted people seems like a good idea]
I've kind of been feeling like getting out of the castle for awhile. Either of you want to stop by Caritas later?
[/Willow & Billy]
[Filters done, Jilly can be found in the music room. It's not a place she frequents often, but she's feeling the need for something to lift her spirits today and music seems the best way to do it. After a bit of browsing through the CDs, this can be heard playing softly over the journal.]
I think what I love most about live music is that...it feels a little like audible painting. All colors and images and emotion. And there are mistakes and improvisations. It's not neat. Or edited. It just is.
[In the room itself, Jilly can be found sitting on the floor (who needs chairs), painting on her pochade box, because this was a situation that called for more than black and white pencil sketches.]