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13th-Jan-2008 03:07 am - Old Acquaintance for theatrical_muse
flushed
By rights, I should have been evicted from this community a long while ago but as it seems my sleight has been overlooked, I saw no harm in attempting to redeem myself. You'll have to forgive me for this. I am rather ... rusty.
 
Old Acquaintance
 
"Joan? Joan Redfern! I don't believe it!"
 
She glanced over her shoulder, eyes widening slightly and turned apologetically back to her patient. "Would you please excuse me for one moment? Thank you."
 
He hadn't changed at all. Not one hair was out of place from what she remembered of him. Except perhaps that grin. That was something she didn't think she could ever become accustomed to. She took her time closing the curtains around the patient's bed and wiped her hands on her apron. If only she could afford more without seeming rude. She needed to think.
 
"Mr Smi - Doctor," she greeted quietly, eyes focused somewhere around the area of his chin. "What - what are you doing here?"
 
He opened his mouth to answer when an actual doctor swooped upon them, the thin, weedy moustache Joan recognised and had come to loath quivering as he spoke.
 
"Nurse Redfern. Who is this? There are to be no visitors at this time."
 
"I'm sorry, sir," she said, hands clutched neatly in front of her. "He's ... an old acquaintance. He won't be staying long."
 
"This isn't the first time I've caught you dillydallying on the ward, Redfern. I've had enough of it."
 
"It - it won't happen again, sir."
 
Joan flushed pink. To think, being scorned like a naughty school child in front of a being capable of travelling galaxies by someone half her age. It was little less than shaming. He stalked off, keeping a beady eye on his staff and she turned back to the Doctor.
 
"Yes, well, as you can see we're quite busy here. There is a war on, you know. Now, if you'll excuse me."
 
She escaped before he could stop her, her cheeks still rosy and her eyes shining. Old acquaintance, indeed. That realisation hurt more than she could have described. He was not a friend or a colleague or, God willing, a lover. John Smith might have been but the man on that ward, surrounded by groaning soldiers of war ... He was anything but.
5th-Oct-2007 09:56 am - for sixwordstories
Not happy about *that*

If only it were that simple.

16th-Aug-2007 12:18 pm - OOC: Exam Results
floral
Granted, other people have a lot more to scream about than I - they have, after all, had the results of their fulls A-Levels - but I had my AS results not an hour ago and ... YES!!! XDDDDDDD
6th-Aug-2007 05:00 pm - Melody for 100_prompts
matronly

Is it a kind of dream
Floating out on the tide,
Following the river of death down-stream
Oh is it a dream?


There's a fog along the horizon
A strange glow in the sky
And nobody seems to know where you go
And what does it mean
Oh oh is it a dream?

Bright eyes burning like fire,
Bright eyes how can you close and fail
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale? Bright eyes.

And there it is, that dreadful melody.Collapse )



OOC: The lyrics above are from the song 'Bright Eyes' featured in the film Watership Down, which is probably one of the best and most disturbing animated film I've ever seen. It's fantastic. So, I've included a video. Thanks go to tagu for creating it.
4th-Aug-2007 03:04 am(no subject)
matronly

Thanks go to alan_shore, who's journal brought this to my attention. I rather like my 'daemon' ... however controversial that might seem.



 

4th-Aug-2007 02:34 am - OOC Rant
matronly
Many of the other journals have been used very efficiently as a means of rantage. I've been compelled to do the same. Please ignore the following as it contains squeeage of an overly excited teenager and a very minor case of angst. Of course, all are welcome to take part ... age? Yes, at two in the morning, this will be a disaster.
 

I don't plan to make a habit of this, though there might be another rant on the way in two weeks time ... depending on the results.
matronly

[Mun is very sorry for all mistreatment of the Doctor and his OOCness.]

Muse: Joan Redfern
Fandom: Doctor Who
Words: 210
Hell hath no fury
She had the distinct impression that something was in the offing. What it was she couldn't say but there was something, of that she was certain. Perhaps it was simply the anxious knot in her stomach, the one that always seemed to twist tightly when she went there, or perhaps it was the expectant eeriness of the place. It was difficult to tell. But there was something in that graveyard that evening - menacing, invisible, nameless perhaps, but it was there. She could taste it in the air, that sickly stale smell of cut-grass and flowers mingled with - with something

17th-Jul-2007 05:14 pm(no subject)
And another

Because boredom does strange things to you, and I think the end result was appropriate.



You are Judgement


Happiness, Content, Joy.


Judgment is related to the Hebrew letter Shin, which is fiery and spiritual. A break from the past, going forward.


With Fire as its ruling element, Judgement is about rebirth or ressurection. The idea of Judgement day is that the dead rise, their sins are forgiven, and they move onto heaven. The Judgement card is similar, it asks the resurrection to summon the past, forgive it, and let it go. There are wounds from the past that we never let heal, sins we've committed that we refuse to forgive, bad habits we haven't the courage to lose. Judgement advises us to finally face these, recognize that the past is past, and put them to rest, absolutely and irrevocably. This is also a card of healing, quite literally from an accident or illness, as well as a card signaling great transformation, renewal, change.


What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

10th-Jul-2007 03:23 am - Prompt #8, our_magic_place
*gasp!*
If you could take back just one thing, what would it be?
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