Pretanatural 1, Reality 0. Yey!
Mortals was darling.
I really really do love being Doc Holliday.
I adore his clothes and his grace. I love his wry bitterness, his sardonic poise, his barely governed temper and his sudden flashes of wit and humour. I love that he is both strong and perfectly broken, both self-damned and struggling for redemption. I like that I get to sip whiskey, smoke cigarettes and fall over coughing in fits of styled melodrama.
Mostly though I think I am immensely thankful to Elle for deciding that Kate would fall in love with him. Last Mortals game and this one just gone especially, have reminded me why I enjoy rp - why sometimes it isn't just sitting in a pub, wearing random clothes, talking rubbish and occasionally hand-waving. It really is a story, and you are in it.
This game just gone I decided that since the weather had turned, John's health would nose-dive a little. So I coughed more than usual, made myself light-headed with shallow breathing and pretended to shiver. Or at least the first five seconds were pretense. After that it was very real and I couldn't stop shaking. I didn't feel physically cold although my hands were like ice when I touched them to my face. My circulation was fine and yet my hands were numb with pins and needles to the wrist.
Holliday collapsed elegantly back against Kate and she held him in her arms while he tried futilely to stop the tremors that ran through his body. And that was it - from my perspective it wasn't Elle and me, leaning on each other in a pub. It was Holliday and Kate. I really do love that, when pretense transforms into an alternative sort of truth.
I really really do love being Doc Holliday.
I adore his clothes and his grace. I love his wry bitterness, his sardonic poise, his barely governed temper and his sudden flashes of wit and humour. I love that he is both strong and perfectly broken, both self-damned and struggling for redemption. I like that I get to sip whiskey, smoke cigarettes and fall over coughing in fits of styled melodrama.
Mostly though I think I am immensely thankful to Elle for deciding that Kate would fall in love with him. Last Mortals game and this one just gone especially, have reminded me why I enjoy rp - why sometimes it isn't just sitting in a pub, wearing random clothes, talking rubbish and occasionally hand-waving. It really is a story, and you are in it.
This game just gone I decided that since the weather had turned, John's health would nose-dive a little. So I coughed more than usual, made myself light-headed with shallow breathing and pretended to shiver. Or at least the first five seconds were pretense. After that it was very real and I couldn't stop shaking. I didn't feel physically cold although my hands were like ice when I touched them to my face. My circulation was fine and yet my hands were numb with pins and needles to the wrist.
Holliday collapsed elegantly back against Kate and she held him in her arms while he tried futilely to stop the tremors that ran through his body. And that was it - from my perspective it wasn't Elle and me, leaning on each other in a pub. It was Holliday and Kate. I really do love that, when pretense transforms into an alternative sort of truth.