mightbeconcussed: (LOL)
[The video on screen is just a blurred out mess. The voice that comes through isn't much better.]

Anyone have any clue what's up with the devices? It sucks. No one can see how incredibly good looking I am. I apologize to you all on behalf of the craptastic devices. By the way, this is Jace as if you didn't know such perfection could only be me. For the extreme benefit of the City, Deities, I suggest you work on your technology.

[ooc: Anon curse. Previous agreement with Jace mun to pretend to be him for the day.]
mightbeconcussed: (IDK)
[There's a significant pause and then a spitting sound.]

Okay so truth time. I love that buzzed, hyper, omg everything is amazing feeling that six shots of espresso in a latte gives you.

The truth part? It tastes like crap and that makes me sad.

[And another significant pause]

Sometimes, I buy a pair of shoes and realize I have a pair at home that looks almost like the pair I just bought but that new shoe high just makes it impossible for me to say no. And yes, I've had months when I ate ramen and didn't pay the light bill because new shoes are my addiction.

[ooc: She's cursed to tell the truth today no matter what she's asked.]
mightbeconcussed: (Wreck of a girl)
[The video is a little out of focus but it shows Lucy from the shoulders up lying on what looks like a doctor’s table. There are tears trickling out of the corners of her eyes, making shiny streaks down a face that is deathly pale. She’s biting her bottom lip, gritting her teeth and her eyes closed. Clearly, she’s just trying to get through this moment and move onto the next. After a couple of seconds of this, a hand comes down on her shoulder to squeeze it gently.

“Alright, Lucy, we’re all done here. When you’re feeling up to it, you can get dressed. Make sure to pick up a packet of instructions and call us if there are any problems at all. You’re staying in town for a couple of nights with someone, right?”

Lucy nods and manages to croak out something that are more sounds than words. She’s alone after that for a few seconds before she gets to her feet. She’s wearing a hospital gown, the kind that ties in the back and she makes her way on shaky, unsteady legs to a partion that curtains off a dressing area. She emerges moments later dressed in a pair of sloppy sweat pants and an Alabama sweat shirt that swallows her. She’s still deathly pale, her movements choppy and slow. The door opens into a waiting room where Jill is sitting, perched on the edge of a chair. She’s out of the chair the moment, Lucy appears, one hand going to her friend’s arm to support her.

“We’ve got about a ton of Ben & Jerry’s to eat and lots of girls kick butt movies to watch.”

Lucy offers her a weak, forced smile and nods. “Okay. It’s our secret, Jilly. Right? Just us.”

“Just us, Luce. I promise.”]


[ooc: Memory theater. Lucy isn’t aware this broadcast…yet and she might not tell the whole truth about it when approached.]
mightbeconcussed: (Wink wink)
Her main act:




Secondary act:



[ooc: Not entirely work safe. It is very suggestive. Feel free to talk to interact before, during or after the show. Just make note of it in the subject line.]

★ [Voice]

Jun. 2nd, 2011 10:12 am
mightbeconcussed: (crooked halo)
It's really ______ to be ________. I've been ________ for at least a couple of __________ and I think I ________

enough ___________ to ________ ___ ________. I should hire a ____________.
mightbeconcussed: (OMG)
[Lucy is sitting in front of the camera. She's dressed in a flouncy, very Southern sundress with a crinoline underneath it. She carefully arranges her skirt and looks a bit off camera.]

How does this look?

It's lovely, Miss but we really need to get back to Mr. Lightwood--

Please. I'm totally as cute as Jace. So he's got the ab thing going but I have the boobs. Okay so they're not much in the way of boobage [She squishes her boobs together, creating cleavage with her upper arms pressed close to her sides] but they're boobs! That counts for something. Maybe I should put on something low cut. I've got this one dress that's cut down to nearly my navel. I couldn't wear it if I had boobs because it would be a boob sling.

Alright Ma'am--

Seriously? Did you just call me Ma'am? Do I look old enough to be a Ma'am. Before you answer please realize I have a cricket bat and I know how to use it.

What exactly--Miss, why don't you change. We'll be with Mr. Lightwood.

Oh now I'm old and stupid? Sit. Right there. Film.

Now, I'm Lucy Locke and life in the City has it's advantages. I know everyone has been all doom and gloom and boo hoo and yeah it's bad sometimes. It hurts when people leave and I was attacked by a carousel horse just last week but honestly where else in the entire universe are you going to meet people from all over the place and time like this? [She's just going to ramble and preen at the camera until Jace rescues them]

[ooc: Lucy has hijacked Jace's camera crew with permission.]
mightbeconcussed: (We are not amused)
[The video is jostled, flickering on to show footage of someone running. The sound of someone gasping for breath and heels clicking wildly on the street provides the soundtrack for this video. There's a shriek and a thud when she twists her ankle and hits the ground. Only then is it clear that the person in question is Lucy. She fumbles in her bag, pulling out lipsticks, lotion, keys and everything except the makeshift laser screwdriver The Master made her before he left.]

Fudge and Auburn

[The words make little sense and are hissed between her teeth like a curse. Within seconds the carousel horse chasing her is upon her, flailing hooves striking out. Lucy nabs her purse either out of survival instinct or possibly because it's a Dolce & Gabbana. She curls around the purse attempting to crawl or scoot away from the carousel horse]

[ooc: She could use a savior. She's not far from the carousel if anyone wants to help out]
mightbeconcussed: (Sunshine girl)
[Lucy flips the video on and waves at the camera. She's sitting at the bar in the Blue Light with a green drink in front of her and she's wearing a bright green tee shirt that says Kiss Me. I'm Roll-Tide.]

St Patrick's Day is totally one of my favorite holidays. No, I'm not Irish--I don't think--but I look good in green and it's a day completely dedicated to drinking. Also, go St. Patrick. Not so crazy about snakes.

Happy St Patrick's Day. Don't forget to wear green and everyone should have a drink.
mightbeconcussed: (Pouty)
[The video clicks on to show Lucy dressed in a crimson and white cheerleading uniform. She even has the pompoms. Her hair is pulled up in a ponytail, tied with a ribbon but there's a bit of a pout on her face.]

Now, I just need someone to cheer for.
mightbeconcussed: (OMFG)
[The device clatters violently to the floor, the video function flicking on. The scene it captures is a chaotic one. There's a giant black and white newfoundland running around the kitchen being chased by a ball of flame which is in turn being chased by Lucy in a pair of shorts, a tank top and oven mitts. She's carrying a pot full of water. The dog is howling at the top of it's lungs and a big golden cat is sitting on the counter watching it all with detached amusement. The three skid around the island while Lucy douses the ball of flame with the pot of water. Everything kind of goes anti climatic there, the dog hides under the kitchen table, Lucy plucks the wet rabbit up, making a sad face as she does.]

You poor thing. [A kiss gets planted on the side of the shivering, wet rabbit's head] No offense, Ingram, but I'm thinking you need to stay in the oven or completely soaked until further notice.
mightbeconcussed: (Giant Smile)
[The video comes up on Lucy hopping/dancing to the City's choice of music for the day. She's grinning and bouncing and well generally okay with what's going on here]

Trust me. Just embrace it.

[It's highly possible she's consumed a good deal of brandy already.]
mightbeconcussed: (SCORE)
[Lucy is eagerly holding tightly onto the elbow of a good looking barista with both hands. The device is on the coffee bar and there's a abandoned cup of coffee next to it. Lucy is leaning forward, talking animatedly about her life in general]

So the AC man is there but I didn't know the AC man was there. Momma sorta forgot to tell me. The house is blazin' hot and since Daddy is at work I'm walking around without a stitch of clothing on. I headed toward the kitchen to get a glass of ice water with my earbuds in my ears. So there I am standing in front of the freezer, glass in one hand, iPod in the other completely naked with my eyes closed and I'm singing along.

I think it took five minutes before I finally closed the freezer door and turned around to see the AC man starin' at me gape jawed.

[She sits back a bit but doesn't relinguish her hold on the barista.]

He sorta waved his fee that day and Momma and me went and bought new shoes with it. It's not like we could tell Daddy I was strip naked in front of the AC man.

He did ask why ever once in a while they'd stop by just to check on our air conditioning unit. Momma and I managed to convince him they had great customer service.

[ooc: Lucy is affected by the stranger danger curse. Feel free to voice/video or come save the poor barista from too much TMI but beware, she'll probably TMI you too]
mightbeconcussed: (OMFG)
[The video feed clicks on and Lucy is sitting at a bar with three different colored jello shots in front of her. She takes the top off one, slides her finger around the edges of the jello, pulling it away from the plastic and then licks her finger. That's when her eyes go wide. She licks her finger again, grins and gives her wrist a lick.]

O

M

G

I taste like strawberry ice cream. [She gives the crook of her elbow an experimental lick.] All. Over.

Anyone want to come lick me?
mightbeconcussed: (looking over shoulder)
[The video shows a pair of feet wearing a pair of gorgeous red high heels dancing at what is clearly the Blue Light.]

Best shoes. Ever. IDK who gave them to me but I'm in loooooooooooove.
mightbeconcussed: (Pouty)
[The video is a scramble of too-close images at first. There's the sound of something being set up, some thudding and scooting. When it finally zooms out, it's clear the device is attached to the waistband of someone's pants. It's somewhat focused on a training dummy. A small fist strikes out, hitting the center of the dummy.]

OW [And she's shaking her fist] Ow! Ow! Dammit! Ow!

[And then in frustration she kicks out clumsily at the training dummy with a bare foot]

Crap, crap crap. Ow!!

[The device falls and clatters to the floor to show Lucy hopping around on one foot.]

Rocky makes it look easy. [And she plops down in a pile on the floor next to her device. After a moment she picks it up and tosses it at the dummy, hitting it square and knocking it over] Stupid dummy.

[ooc: Lucy is borrowing Huey's beat up on a training dummy idea]

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