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Mama had a bad habit of picking up used puzzles and games from yard sales. And it wasn't that bad, not really. 'Cepting for the part where she never could seem to remember what games were already sitting back home in the hall closet. It's how they ended up with three Monopolys and two very battered versions of Life. That, and a whole heck of a lot of puzzle three or four pieces shy of completion. You'd spend the whole of a weekend hunched over the kitchen table, trying to work through one. Only to get to the very end, staring at those spaces where the table shown through.

Almost, but not quite.

That's what it feels like, she thinks. Almost. But not quite.


But not...what's she missing?

They're talking about her. Fred's pretty darn certain of it. But the fact that they're not talking to her, explaining what all those reports and readings are saying? Well that's more worrisome than the variety of needles they're already insisted on sticking her with and why is it...

Why was it so hot?

Wesley was going to have her head.

She was going to have to tell him he'd have to wait for her to be finished with it first.

It really was ridiculously warm.

Fred wondered if Mama still had those puzzles in the hall closet.

Life.

Almost. But not quite.
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Player Info
Name: Megan/Megs
Age: Old(38)
Contact: plurk = wishingwillow
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Character Basics:
Character Name: Winifred 'Fred' Burkle
Journal: fredless
Age: 30
Fandom: Angel the Series
Canon Point: Smile Time --> Paradisa
Debt:
Class A: 3 years
Class B: 312 years
Class C: 5 years 7 months
  • None

  • GRAND TOTAL: 320 years 7 months


    Canon Character Section:
    History:http://buffy.wikia.com/wiki/Winifred_Burkle

    Personality:Fred is a complex blend of light and dark, and even though more attention is given to her lighter, brighter aspects -- it would do her a disservice to ignore the rest.

    It is important to note that Fred had an extremely positive, stable childhood -- what many would identify as 'normal'. She had two present, loving parents that encouraged her growth and supported her decisions. From the choice to shorten her own name, to her ultimate choice to leave home to enter a graduate physics program in California. Partly from her own nature, but also from her home environment Fred places a high value on love and friendship. She is fiercely loyal to those she commits herself to, and views them as part of her chosen family. She would do anything for them.

    Fred is also insanely curious -- sometimes to her own detriment. It is that curiosity that would ultimately contribute to her death. But before then it presents itself in other ways. In high school she gravitated towards complex conspiracy theories and explored illegal drugs. She feels compelled to touch and explore things, to know them for herself. She asks a great deal of questions -- both verbally and internally -- and is the sort who's mind never stops. She also enjoys building things with her hands, creating something that did not exist before. All this contributed to her changing her major from history to physics.


    Her time in Pylea (unknowingly banished there by the professor she adored and idolized) affected her on a deep, emotional level. This was a girl that truly grew up surrounded by love, confident in her parents support and comfortable in her own skin. Even in the AtS comic series, well after Fred's death deeper flashbacks continue to give evidence of that. She had her steady high school boyfriend who carved their name into the oak in the backyard. Took dance lessons. Had a mother who drove the school bus and understood her love of the library, often picking her up there at the end of her route. She intended to study history in college but ultimately found her true calling in physics -- a change she trusted her own heart enough to follow. All after one guest lecture.

    But in Pylea --- all that was taken away. She went from a complete immersion in love to a complete lack of it. At first, when she arrived in Pylea is was jarring -- but still something to be explored. Her curiosity was always fierce (and would eventually contribute to her death) and that was no less the case there. She walked. Touched. Explored. And eventually stumbled directly into her captor's hands.

    Human were cattle. Degraded. Abused. Forced into literal slavery. The silver necklace her father had given her at graduation was literally ripped from her neck and taken away -- only to be replaced with a collar literally designed to bring pain and death. If could induce a simple shock. Or? Explode, and kill the wearer. And that never left her. She wore it always. Watched friends suffer with theirs, some ultimately die. She was able to explain to Cordelia very thoroughly what that kind of death looked like -- and undoubtedly lost people she cared about that way.

    Ultimately, despite her delicate physique, Fred was strong. And able to manage the work. It was the emotional isolation that took the most brutal toll. She was eventually able to disable her collar and to escape her owners. But the isolation only grew that much more extreme when she was forced into dark caves to survive, and to scavenge the countryside to eat. After growing up in a home full of love and sound she spent years with no one to speak to. Literally no one. Other than the occasions she would shout and carry on into the caves, her only reply a dull echo. Eventually Fred forgot her own name. Put away all the smaller, finer details that made her her. Because the very things that infused her with the strength to survive -- family, love, their unwavering support -- also had to be forgotten so that she could continue on doing so. Because if not the loss of them could become crippling. She became the 'girl that dreamed she had a name'. The wild one standing on the hill. The woman that wrote her thoughts on the walls because it was the only medium left to her when conversation and companionship was taken away.

    But ultimately? She did survive.

    She initially, at least, remains that girl after she is rescued and brought to LA. She still hides under tables and writes on walls. Because that was easier than facing just how much Pylea had changed her. Again, this wasn't shyness. It was a woman forced to surrender much of who she was to survive, and still not quite able to own just how deep that ran. Fred wasn't prepared to just how bright and hollow and foreign the world she once openly walked in had become. And the changes that place had wrought in her. But the woman from before still existed, and the arrival of her parents were the spark that initiated her revival.

    "I got lost. I got lost, and they did terrible things to me, but, but it was just a storybook. It was just a story with monsters, not real. Not in the world but - but if you're here and you see me then - then it's real! And it did happen. If you see what they made of me... I - I didn't mean to get so lost!"

    Who she is now? Is clearly not who she was. And Fred knows it.

    But she starts to come out of it the same way Fred ultimately makes decision to be strong and supportive for her friends. She chooses to do so. In same same episode just referenced, the foundation for the choice is made is a speech she gives about everyone's role within Angel Investigations.

    "It's what he does. Angel's the champion, and Wesley's the brains of the operation, Gunn's the muscle and Cordy's the heart, and I'm..."

    At that moment she is unable to identify her role, and that directly contributes to her initial decision to leave and return back to Texas with her folks. But after a demon mystery solved, and the realization of where her future lies? Fred starts to answer that question.

    And finds her place.

    She is going to be 'the glue'.

    Considering the darkness witnessed in Pylea, and the pain and torture she certainly suffered there? It isn't always easy. But because of her past, and the strong foundation provided by her parents Fred is perhaps better suited to serve in that role than anyone. Angel's father is seen in canon to be distant and demeaning (even if Liam did antagonize him). Cordelia's parents non existent in their role and her father's tax evasion eventually forced her to LA with nothing. Wesley's father was verbally abusive and perhaps physically as well. And Lorne's parents openly hated him and his choices. Fred, on the other hand, knows and understands the importance of family. How beneficial, how needed it can be. Fred would not openly give up her family at home if she did not sense the opportunity to find and build a new one in LA. And she is fiercely protective of it. We see this in her conversation with Wesley in his hospital room where she tells him never to return after the kidnapping of Conor -- she is distraught at his lack of faith in them, and the family the had built together. We need it further still when she tasers Conor himself after they discover his duplicity in sending Angel to the bottom of the ocean -- and threatening the family's patriarch.

    But through all her seasons Fred makes the active choice. To be better. To be stronger. To fiercely support her friends and family and hold them together as best she can. It isn't easy. But it is also everything she knows.

    Though Fred suffered some very real, very serious traumas in her time in Pylea, she ultimately survives them with her mind intact. This is a great testament to her strength. She was physically tortured there and forced into hard labor, and the horrors of her life there forced her to mentally withdraw for a while. Her life before became a fairy tale and place of forgotten words and names. While this allowed for her survival, it also painted the image of a girl that was seen to be delicate and in need of protection. But is cannot be forgotten that ultimately she is a survivalist. She hid bodies and foraged for food and and survived a life that killed countless others before her. There is a core strength that is important, and she survives with her ability to love intact. Though it takes some time to find herself again she emerges not afraid of life, but simply more aware of its possibilities. Both good and bad.

    'I'm so sick and tired of my chin being up.'

    Removed from her labs and her sciences and her school, Fred was initially at a loss what she could bring to her new home at Angel investigations. Everyone else there seemed to have something key they could contribute. Eventually she came to feel compelled to be the support system to everything else. The importance she places on loyalty and family compels her to create a safe and positive places for the friends she has come to love -- something she senses they did not have. It is in her nature to stay positive even when things are falling apart, and to be as supportive as possible. She will keep her smile in place in the worst of time, holding on to that determination until she quite literally shatters. She is strong until the small moment she is not -- and then she demands of herself that she pull herself back together again. Until her chin is again up. She has self-identified this as something she can bring to the team and almost she almost desperately clings to it.

    Fred also had a strong sense of justice -- though one that was somewhat warped be her time in Pylea. She is more than willing to not simply kill the professor that sentenced her to Pylea, but to send him there himself, knowing he would suffer and eventually die painfully. Her sense of right and wrong has been altered through her experiences. There is darker, harder edge to her that most of her friends do not see. This fault is two-sided. It is not what they want or expect from Fred, but it is also Fred sensing those expectation and doing her best to fit within them. But the harder, darker aspects of herself are always still there -- just beneath the surface.


    Powers/Abilities: Fred is completely and utterly human, though she is extremely intelligent.

    Appearance:Fred possesses a small frame, one that can often lead people to mistake her for being 'little' -- when she is actually 5'9" and can look most members of Angel Investigations square on. She has wide brown eyes, a clear completion long brown hair that is often curled when it isn't piled on her head and willed into compliance by a pencil or pen. There is an unintentional grace about her when she moves -- not something that is really born of thought or intent. Not that she isn't capable of considering such things, more than her mind is often already fully occupied elsewhere.

    If one were to examine her more fully, they would note she also carries multiple scars aged to various degrees -- all remnants from her time in Pylea. However they are mostly always concealed by her clothing and thus not often the subject of conversation. Or common knowledge.

    CR AU
    Game You’re Transferring CR from: Paradisa

    How has your character changed from their canon self? Her loss is her 'false' memories Angel implanted. With knowledge of that dark year, including the events of 'The Magic Bullet' she is slightly harder and somewhat darker -- though it does not always show. She also processes knowledge of her future death.

    Are they gaining any abilities from their time in game? Did the game setting take something from them? No.


    Samples:
    Actionspam Sample:http://betenoire-rp.dreamwidth.org/909455.html#comments


    Prose Sample:Fred's very, very sure it's heaven right there in paper colored pleasure, all dyed in the sorts of oranges and reds that aren't really the kind to be found in nature. No, these are manufactured hues for manufactured paper for manufactured foods, which is to say it's been a good five years since she's had anything like it. They're not bright, but the burn her eyes anyway. Her little bits of heaven.

    You just stop seeing certain things anymore, and sometimes they cease to be. And you try and remember them. There's taste, and texture, and the way a voice sounds when it's not shouting at you. The way honest to goodness electrical lighting lights up a person's whole being, and they can't hiding anything. From you or yourself. Every facet, every flaw just lit up like a Christmas tree. All you've got to do is look to see. And if in the end you choose to blink and squint your eyes so those lights and lines blur a bit? Well that's on you.

    Just like the taco is...on you. Fred can't even be sure who shoved it in her hands. The girl with a tree for a name had taken Angel away to talk about the girl they both knew. Which of course left Fred with a bunch of people she didn't. Know in any well or real way. But they'd listened to the bit about tacos it seemed, and now the small sack filled her hands. They were distracting her and she was distracting them. Back and forth and back and forth because if it's one thing Fred knows? It's listening. And they're trying to listen to the talking going on outside, even if they don't want to admit it. The not admitting it is where the food comes in.


    She takes two steps back, then three, then two more. Eating's not something she's accustomed to doing in public anymore, especially with all those eyes on her. Normally there's the part when she has to steal her meal first too, with the running that comes after. So the bag is hugged that much closer even as the back on her knees hit something soft. Fred lands on the small circular sofa with an unexpected woosh of air, mouth drawn up in a nervous bow. She pulls herself even deeper into the upholstery, and that's when Fred revises her religion a bit.

    Heaven is brightly wrapped tacos and this particular bit of fabric.

    It's old old. And used. And loved. One half of it sits higher than the other just below her, and the smell of it mixes itself up with the beef and tomato in her hands. There's soap, where someone's obviously tried to get a cleaning it. Real, actual soap. Fabric softener too, maybe bits of it left behind by the last person that sat there. So it helps her see a cramped wooden room with dappled afternoon light, filled to the brim with white bits of electrics way part their prime, and a soft, brown woman with more than enough good years left to call her own.

    There's sweat, and dandruff, a small burn hole just to the left, and a flash of white where the covering is clear worn away on the right. It's people, and love, and age, and the not-cave, and about all the normal Fred's about to be able to handle in that moment.

    It's holding her, and she's holding it right back.

    So she opens up her first taco, and steps right through those heavenly gates. Which are somehow made of golden arches topped with a sombrero. It's the not normal in her back again, but she's plenty used to that my now. Fred thinks, sometimes, it might get a little lonely without it.

    The taco itself tastes like a test. Will it be a good as she remembers? As wonderful as all those flavors she clung to for so very long, desperate to recreate? It's a taco and a memory and herself. She's going to sink with it, she expects to. Because it can't possibly be what wants it to be. Bits of the wrapper are inside Fred now, because she's eating it that fast. It's a five-year famine coming to an end.

    Fred smiles, and it's everything but angelic.

    But it tastes right.

    Just exactly right.
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    TYPE OF SCENE.
    ① Action → Gun fights, bar brawls, fights to the death are all possible scenarios.
    ② Angst → Characters suffer emotionally or physically from relationships breaking up, death, injury, etc. Hurt and comfort themes are included.
    ③ Crack → Genderswaps, super powers, sudden compulsions are all possible outcomes.
    ④ Fluff → Something that is devoid of angst. It's light-hearted and might have the overtone of romance.
    ⑤ Gen → General fun, things that didn't fit in the other categories.
    ⑥ Sex → First times, kinks, even dubcon are all possible themes of sex related scenarios.
    ⑦ Your choice → Think of your own scenario, choose one of the above or make a combo even!

    Read more... )
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    Labcoat - Arrived with.
    Pony Tail Holder - Arrived with.
    Glasses - Arrived with.
    Three ballpoint pens and two pencils - Arrived with.
    Lip Balm - Arrived with.
    Blackberry - Arrived with.

    Glass Horse - Created by Merlin
    3 Glass Beakers - Acquired in Gebo
    Black, shimmering hair ribbon - Created by Merlin
    Small stuffed bunny - Gift from Merlin
    'Bottom-less' Bag - Acquired after Nightmare Event
    Angel's Stake? - TBD


    Set of kitchen knives - Taken from dorm
    Two pillows and one set of full sheets in white - Taken from dorm
    Two Blankets - taken from dorm
    Two notebooks - Purchased in Gebo
    One bar of soap - Purchased in Gebo
    Underwater breather - Acquired in Gebo
    Hairbrush and razor - Pre Gebo
    Toothbrush and toothpaste - Pre Gebo
    Deodorant - Pre Gebo
    Set of hair pins, two barrettes - Purchased in Gebo
    One sauce pot, one stock pot, one frying pan - Purchased in Gebo
    Four sets of flatware, one large spoon and spatula - Purchased in Gebo
    Four place settings of dishes - 'Luxury' good from Gebo. Main 'indulgent' purchase. Detailed and delicately made.
    Three candles - Purchased in Gebo
    One tin of coffee - Gebo
    One spool of twine - Purchased in Gebo
    Mortar and Pestle - Purchased in Gebo
    Scissors - Taken from dorm/Gebo
    Clothespins - Approximately 50 / Taken from job at laundry
    Small containers of sugar and salt - purchased in Gebo
    Small Radio - Taken from work in gebo (Update : Given to Tony)


    Two Sets of Pajamas
    Three sets of 'Gebo' uniforms
    Two pairs of 'Gebo' boots
    Two pairs of 'Gebo' gloves
    'Work' clothes consisting of skirt, blouse - Wearing when she arrived
    Blue dress, red flats and necklace - Worn at Christine's party
    Simple swimsuit - Acquired at Pool Party
    Brightly colored silk kimono - Acquired in Gebo
    Three bras
    Seven pairs of underwear


    (Clothing other than uniforms to be totaling no more than 3 weeks worth of items purchased to be used against multiple seasons. Will hopefully sort out every item)


    Specific Outfits :

    http://www.polyvore.com/harmonys_new_fred-doll_friday_night/set?id=38191481

    http://www.polyvore.com/fred_fall/set?id=59990048

    http://www.polyvore.com/castle_day/set?id=33808251

    http://www.polyvore.com/castle_day/set?id=33808251



    Other clothing items owned :


    http://www.polyvore.com/it_takes_all_resorts_dress/thing?context_id=2623586&context_type=user_fav&id=56868283

    http://www.polyvore.com/ae_embroidered_boho_top/thing?context_id=2623586&context_type=user_fav&id=40927522
    fredless: (Profile : Thinking Thoughts)
    It'd been a bit of a week.

    Ok, it'd been a bit of a month.

    And really, Fred was refusing to quantify any most time than that because there was no telling what she'd have to label it then. But all she could think was things were getting worse. Lorne was shill recovering, and she could tell he was doing his best to still mask how he was struggling. And honesty it wasn't what he did but why he felt like he had to that kept her up at night. He'd been broadcasting just for a day and they'd been all but run over. (And a bit drunk) What must he be going through, every day, with whatever they were broadcasting at them.

    She did didn't fully understand what they'd done to Charles. And not understanding anything was high on Fred's lists of dislikes. Angel was still clearly rattled by what'd gone on with Spike. And Spike? He was still working on remembering he needed to go opening doors again. And he seemed like he might be just a bit rattled too. To add to all of it, Fred was more than willing to admit she'd been a little bit frustrated that all her attempts to recorporealize Spike had been one-upped by a box of air. Heavy or not, if what Harmony said was right. By the time she'd finally got her sensors on it to attempt to get some sort of reading? There's been nothing. Or rather, the absence of anything.

    And the one person who might've understood her rambling on about just how hard -- no how universally impossibly it was to generate that kind of nothing? Was fresh back from his sabbatical and still avoiding her.

    Or at least talking to her.

    Which as much as Fred understood it? She was just as much done with it too. More than done actually. Which left her riding on the elevator for a good twenty minutes straight until Wesley was finally waiting on the other side of the door.

    She leveled a gaze at him, curious if he would try and find a way to excuse himself out of this one.
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    To say it'd been a long week wasn't really being all that accurate. In some ways every single day since she'd been pulled out of her life felt long, longer than even the ones she put in at Wolfram and Hart. And by Fred's reckoning (and she reckoned math pretty darn well) she'd now collected over two months of them.

    Almost a month ago now she'd taken to visiting Spike at least every few days at the bench he'd claimed as his own in one of the parks. The first night she'd brought him a pillow. After that she brought blood by the bottle, whenever she could. But mostly Fred was content to just bring herself. Inevitably conversation followed. The sort that made everything else around her feel a little bit less after.

    And that counted for a whole lot.

    Tonight, though? Well tonight was a bit different. Somehow in quiet, unassuming buried-in-a-bubble-underwater Gebo Fred had managed to go and find a bottle of tequila. Good tequila too, as much as she could tell. Of course, all those days and weeks and months being what they were? Telling wasn't good enough. She aimed to know.

    Sliding onto the bench next to Spike, Fred silently placed the bottle between them.
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    "You've got Fred. Or at least you've got my voice. Leave a message if you need anything else!

    ...well, you know. As long as it's appropriate."

    [ Please specify if text/audio/video and the IC day]
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    OOC Information;
    Name; Megan (Megs)
    Personal Journal; I do not have one on DW however on LJ it is/was wishingwillow.
    Contact; email : wishingwillow@gmail.com ; plurk : wishingwillow ; aim : itsworthdoing
    Other Characters; NA
    Activity proof; NA


    IC Information;
    Character Name; Winifred Burkle
    Canon; http://buffy.wikia.com/wiki/Winifred_Burkle
    Age; Approximately 27

    House; Seriously considered Odin here, but while Fred's intelligence is certainly an asset I think it is her kindness and quiet strength that defines her. House = Sigyn.
    Power; Growth

    Personality; Fred is a complex blend of light and dark, and even though more attention is given to her lighter, brighter aspects -- it would do her a disservice to ignore the rest.

    It is important to note that Fred had an extremely positive, stable childhood -- what many would identify as 'normal'. She had two present, loving parents that encouraged her growth and supported her decisions. From the choice to shorten her own name, to her ultimate choice to leave home to enter a graduate physics program in California. Partly from her own nature, but also from her home environment Fred places a high value on love and friendship. She is fiercely loyal to those she commits herself to, and views them as part of her chosen family. She would do anything for them.

    Fred is also insanely curious -- sometimes to her own detriment. It is that curiosity that would ultimately contribute to her death. But before then it presents itself in other ways. In high school she gravitated towards complex conspiracy theories and explored illegal drugs. She feels compelled to touch and explore things, to know them for herself. She asks a great deal of questions -- both verbally and internally -- and is the sort who's mind never stops. She also enjoys building things with her hands, creating something that did not exist before. All this contributed to her changing her major from history to physics.


    Her time in Pylea (unknowingly banished there by the professor she adored and idolized) affected her on a deep, emotional level. This was a girl that truly grew up surrounded by love, confident in her parents support and comfortable in her own skin. Even in the AtS comic series, well after Fred's death deeper flashbacks continue to give evidence of that. She had her steady high school boyfriend who carved their name into the oak in the backyard. Took dance lessons. Had a mother who drove the school bus and understood her love of the library, often picking her up there at the end of her route. She intended to study history in college but ultimately found her true calling in physics -- a change she trusted her own heart enough to follow. All after one guest lecture.

    But in Pylea --- all that was taken away. She went from a complete immersion in love to a complete lack of it. At first, when she arrived in Pylea is was jarring -- but still something to be explored. Her curiosity was always fierce (and would eventually contribute to her death) and that was no less the case there. She walked. Touched. Explored. And eventually stumbled directly into her captor's hands.

    Human were cattle. Degraded. Abused. Forced into literal slavery. The silver necklace her father had given her at graduation was literally ripped from her neck and taken away -- only to be replaced with a collar literally designed to bring pain and death. If could induce a simple shock. Or? Explode, and kill the wearer. And that never left her. She wore it always. Watched friends suffer with theirs, some ultimately die. She was able to explain to Cordelia very thoroughly what that kind of death looked like -- and undoubtedly lost people she cared about that way.

    Ultimately, despite her delicate physique, Fred was strong. And able to manage the work. It was the emotional isolation that took the most brutal toll. She was eventually able to disable her collar and to escape her owners. But the isolation only grew that much more extreme when she was forced into dark caves to survive, and to scavenge the countryside to eat. After growing up in a home full of love and sound she spent years with no one to speak to. Literally no one. Other than the occasions she would shout and carry on into the caves, her only reply a dull echo. Eventually Fred forgot her own name. Put away all the smaller, finer details that made her her. Because the very things that infused her with the strength to survive -- family, love, their unwavering support -- also had to be forgotten so that she could continue on doing so. Because if not the loss of them could become crippling. She became the 'girl that dreamed she had a name'. The wild one standing on the hill. The woman that wrote her thoughts on the walls because it was the only medium left to her when conversation and companionship was taken away.

    But ultimately? She did survive.

    She initially, at least, remains that girl after she is rescued and brought to LA. She still hides under tables and writes on walls. Because that was easier than facing just how much Pylea had changed her. Again, this wasn't shyness. It was a woman forced to surrender much of who she was to survive, and still not quite able to own just how deep that ran. Fred wasn't prepared to just how bright and hollow and foreign the world she once openly walked in had become. And the changes that place had wrought in her. But the woman from before still existed, and the arrival of her parents were the spark that initiated her revival.

    "I got lost. I got lost, and they did terrible things to me, but, but it was just a storybook. It was just a story with monsters, not real. Not in the world but - but if you're here and you see me then - then it's real! And it did happen. If you see what they made of me... I - I didn't mean to get so lost!"

    Who she is now? Is clearly not who she was. And Fred knows it.

    But she starts to come out of it the same way Fred ultimately makes decision to be strong and supportive for her friends. She chooses to do so. In same same episode just referenced, the foundation for the choice is made is a speech she gives about everyone's role within Angel Investigations.

    "It's what he does. Angel's the champion, and Wesley's the brains of the operation, Gunn's the muscle and Cordy's the heart, and I'm..."

    At that moment she is unable to identify her role, and that directly contributes to her initial decision to leave and return back to Texas with her folks. But after a demon mystery solved, and the realization of where her future lies? Fred starts to answer that question.

    And finds her place.

    She is going to be 'the glue'.

    Considering the darkness witnessed in Pylea, and the pain and torture she certainly suffered there? It isn't always easy. But because of her past, and the strong foundation provided by her parents Fred is perhaps better suited to serve in that role than anyone. Angel's father is seen in canon to be distant and demeaning (even if Liam did antagonize him). Cordelia's parents non existent in their role and her father's tax evasion eventually forced her to LA with nothing. Wesley's father was verbally abusive and perhaps physically as well. And Lorne's parents openly hated him and his choices. Fred, on the other hand, knows and understands the importance of family. How beneficial, how needed it can be. Fred would not openly give up her family at home if she did not sense the opportunity to find and build a new one in LA. And she is fiercely protective of it. We see this in her conversation with Wesley in his hospital room where she tells him never to return after the kidnapping of Conor -- she is distraught at his lack of faith in them, and the family the had built together. We need it further still when she tasers Conor himself after they discover his duplicity in sending Angel to the bottom of the ocean -- and threatening the family's patriarch.

    But through all her seasons Fred makes the active choice. To be better. To be stronger. To fiercely support her friends and family and hold them together as best she can. It isn't easy. But it is also everything she knows.

    Though Fred suffered some very real, very serious traumas in her time in Pylea, she ultimately survives them with her mind intact. This is a great testament to her strength. She was physically tortured there and forced into hard labor, and the horrors of her life there forced her to mentally withdraw for a while. Her life before became a fairy tale and place of forgotten words and names. While this allowed for her survival, it also painted the image of a girl that was seen to be delicate and in need of protection. But is cannot be forgotten that ultimately she is a survivalist. She hid bodies and foraged for food and and survived a life that killed countless others before her. There is a core strength that is important, and she survives with her ability to love intact. Though it takes some time to find herself again she emerges not afraid of life, but simply more aware of its possibilities. Both good and bad.

    'I'm so sick and tired of my chin being up.'

    Removed from her labs and her sciences and her school, Fred was initially at a loss what she could bring to her new home at Angel investigations. Everyone else there seemed to have something key they could contribute. Eventually she came to feel compelled to be the support system to everything else. The importance she places on loyalty and family compels her to create a safe and positive places for the friends she has come to love -- something she senses they did not have. It is in her nature to stay positive even when things are falling apart, and to be as supportive as possible. She will keep her smile in place in the worst of time, holding on to that determination until she quite literally shatters. She is strong until the small moment she is not -- and then she demands of herself that she pull herself back together again. Until her chin is again up. She has self-identified this as something she can bring to the team and almost she almost desperately clings to it.

    Fred also had a strong sense of justice -- though one that was somewhat warped be her time in Pylea. She is more than willing to not simply kill the professor that sentenced her to Pylea, but to send him there himself, knowing he would suffer and eventually die painfully. Her sense of right and wrong has been altered through her experiences. There is darker, harder edge to her that most of her friends do not see. This fault is two-sided. It is not what they want or expect from Fred, but it is also Fred sensing those expectation and doing her best to fit within them. But the harder, darker aspects of herself are always still there -- just beneath the surface.

    Samples;
    Network Sample; http://betenoire-rp.dreamwidth.org/909455.html#comments

    Log Sample; http://asgardmeridiem.dreamwidth.org/308912.html?thread=47232944#cmt47232944
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    "You wouldn't dare. - You were just going to toss in a Prothgarian broadsword with a third-century ceremonial Sancteus dagger?"

    From your spot on the floor you continue to focus on your own project, fingers playing over metal and rood. But you're listening too, taking in each and every word and memorizing it for later. For maybe when your walls are ready for something different. For a new story.

    Wesley likes stories too, you can tell. Oh, he might wrap it up in columns and corners and the proper place to hang a thing on the wall? But it's just to keep it safe -- the story that makes it special. To make sure it doesn't get mixed up with the others.

    "Hmm. Let's see. Long, metal, pointy. - Yup."

    And Cordy sees their strength. Of course she sees their strength. It's because she's so...

    "Cordy! The purpose of an inventory..."

    He's back to his checks and his columns and all those careful calculations again, and you can't help but wonder why. Someone should tell Wesley it's all right, just loving a thing. Wanting to make sure it has a place.

    "Yes, give us that 'purpose of an inventory speech' - again." Charles now and the words wash over you like music. You think right then there's a very good chance they take it all for granted, that when you say something someone's right there to answer you right back. Even Wesley, defensively. "This wasn't my idea."

    "No. Angel - keeps complaining that the weapons cabinet is all different. But, Wesley, who's the boss around here? You - or the guy with the pancreas dagger."

    Sancteus dagger, you mentally correct. She hadn't been listening to the story. But it'd hurt a pancreas just as well as anything else might, so maybe this time ---

    "What time is it?"

    It's your turn to enter the fray again. Or to at last try. Sometimes the words you're thinking aren't always the ones that make it to the outside. They get all turned around along the way. Wesley extends his wrist and Cordy checks the time in a practiced tandem, one that just might be a little bit your fault.

    "Six twenty four, and for those of you who are playing the home game: that's exactly three minutes from the last time you asked."

    Your head drops slightly as the fear that you're a bother sits one again heavy and hard somewhere in the center of your chest. The same one that keeps you from sleeping at night. You swallow it down and try and breath and not think about thinks like what'd happen if they were done with you too. Because it's not like you can go...

    "I'm sorry. I just - I have this theory that the more you are aware of time the more slowly it moves, which *could* make light speed travel possible, but only if you were to concentrate really..."

    Cordy interrupts you, something different in her voice. It's more than you can pick apart yet.

    "He'll be back when he's back."

    You ask the question then. The one that started all the way back your first night in the hotel. With the girl with the red hair, and voices that suddenly got so hushed even when there wasn't anything to hide from. Someone pressed some tacos into your hand, still warm and wrapped in bits of paper made up into colors you'd never find in nature. They wanted to distract you, maybe even to take care of you.

    It just reminded you how different everything was. How pale you were against those beautiful, brilliant, red bits of paper. How small you were compared to them, even in their grief. Especially because of it.

    "So - now that she's alive again, are they gonna get back together? Angel and that girl with the goofy name?"

    Buffy. In your head she's somehow all of them, together and all at once.

    "Well - Fred - that's a difficult question. I think it's fair to say - no. Not a chance, never, no way, not in a million years, and also 'nuh-uh.'"

    Welsey's wrong, you think then. Because it's Angel. He pulled you out of a cave and gave you back your name and didn't leave you when it hadn't been you he came to save at all. He could do almost anything.

    And he's picked her.

    "But you said he loved her. And of course she's gonna love him back, because he's so strong and handsome and he really listens when you talk. I-I mean, if you go for that sort of thing, why wouldn't it work?"

    All your words that don't maybe sense. All the thoughts you still haven't sorted out for yourself. The you you don't even know yet, he's ok with her. Heck, some days you think he might even like her. And it's the only thing that brings you out of your room most days, that gets you down the stairs. Because if Angel likes her?

    Maybe, just maybe? You could too.

    That thought, fresh and small, is shattered by the sound of Cordy's voice again.

    "Let me break it down for you Fred..."

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bzr7JSUIIQE
    fredless: (Wesley : Labcoat Chat)
    Fred stood in the center of the Executive Office's extremely well appointed shower, letting the hot water pour over her still-sensitive skin. There was one pleasant rush of awareness after the other as each turn under the shower head brought with it a specific memory --

    Or two.

    Back. Shoulder. Waist.

    They all seemed to have something to say that morning, not that she particularly minded listening. And? She was smiling. Even if there wasn't a mirror nearby, she could feel it in the way droplets clung to the corners of her mouth. If she and Wesley were still intent on keeping things a secret -- and their hadn't been any conversation saying otherwise -- she was going to have to stay in the bathroom for a good while longer. Because Fred was absolutely certain the expression of her face wouldn't do anything right now but raise questions.

    As Fred washed her hair she tried her best to turn her thoughts in a different direction, like to the strange sarcophagus that'd been in her lab that morning when she stopped by to pick up a change of clothes. It definitely wasn't anything she had been expecting, and it was also old. Really old, judging by her initial examination. She managed to expose a small potion of it (and a bit of ancient dust in the process) while looking it over, but nothing much more than that. Only the clock on her wall and the knowledge that if she didn't shower soon the whole building would know she was wearing yesterday's closed had eventually nudged her towards the showers.

    By the time she was trying off her curiosity was running rampant again. After she dressed Fred realized that if she hurried, she might have a few more minutes alone with the sarcophagus before the day really got going. Maybe Wesley would be interested too...

    Darn it. There were those thoughts again.

    They were going to have to do something about that.
    fredless: (In the dark by ???)
    Who: Fred and YOU
    When: Sunday, November 25th
    Where: Various Locations Around Town, just denote where.
    What: Fred emerges from island on supply run
    Warning: None


    Every few weeks or so, Fred emerged from the island to once again attempt to navigate the city streets. She wasn't so far gone as to not recognize the ability of a few key supplies on the island infinitely more bearable -- and after five years of isolation before? She wasn't going to say no to a pillow. But more than that? She needed to see if anything had changed.


    If somehow, this time, she'd understand it.

    Inevitably her footsteps always lead her to the shell of Harvelle's. The answers weren't there either.

    HMD

    Nov. 4th, 2012 09:46 pm
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    Any opinions on how I play Fred? Leave them here.
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    You've found Fred. Well, at least the place to leave Fred messages. If that's what you mean to do, just leave one here and I'll get back to you as soon as possible.
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    Out of Character Information


    player name: Megan (Megs)
    player journal: [personal profile] wishingwillow
    playing here: None
    where did you find us? Through word of mouth.
    are you 16 years of age or older?: Yes

    In Character Information


    character name: Winifred 'Fred' Burkle
    Fandom: Angel the Series
    Timeline: After Angel 5.04 'Hellbound'
    character's age: Approximately 28.

    powers, skills, pets and equipment: Fred is completely and utterly human, with no powers other than here extreme intelligence. She is wearing a lab coat, and carrying a clipboard and her Blackberry.

    canon history: http://buffy.wikia.com/wiki/Winifred_Burkle

    personality: Fred is a complex blend of light and dark, and even though more attention is given to her lighter, brighter aspects -- it would do her a disservice to ignore the rest.

    It is important to note that Fred had an extremely positive, stable childhood -- what many would identify as 'normal'. She had two present, loving parents that encouraged her growth and supported her decisions. From the choice to shorten her own name, to her ultimate choice to leave home to enter a graduate physics program in California. Partly from her own nature, but also from her home environment Fred places a high value on love and friendship. She is fiercely loyal to those she commits herself to, and views them as part of her chosen family. She would do anything for them.

    Fred is also insanely curious -- sometimes to her own detriment. It is that curiosity that would ultimately contribute to her death. But before then it presents itself in other ways. In high school she gravitated towards complex conspiracy theories and explored illegal drugs. She feels compelled to touch and explore things, to know them for herself. She asks a great deal of questions -- both verbally and internally -- and is the sort who's mind never stops. She also enjoys building things with her hands, creating something that did not exist before. All this contributed to her changing her major from history to physics.


    Her time in Pylea (unknowingly banished there by the professor she adored and idolized) affected her on a deep, emotional level. This was a girl that truly grew up surrounded by love, confident in her parents support and comfortable in her own skin. Even in the AtS comic series, well after Fred's death deeper flashbacks continue to give evidence of that. She had her steady high school boyfriend who carved their name into the oak in the backyard. Took dance lessons. Had a mother who drove the school bus and understood her love of the library, often picking her up there at the end of her route. She intended to study history in college but ultimately found her true calling in physics -- a change she trusted her own heart enough to follow. All after one guest lecture.

    But in Pylea --- all that was taken away. She went from a complete immersion in love to a complete lack of it. At first, when she arrived in Pylea is was jarring -- but still something to be explored. Her curiosity was always fierce (and would eventually contribute to her death) and that was no less the case there. She walked. Touched. Explored. And eventually stumbled directly into her captor's hands.

    Human were cattle. Degraded. Abused. Forced into literal slavery. The silver necklace her father had given her at graduation was literally ripped from her neck and taken away -- only to be replaced with a collar literally designed to bring pain and death. If could induce a simple shock. Or? Explode, and kill the wearer. And that never left her. She wore it always. Watched friends suffer with theirs, some ultimately die. She was able to explain to Cordelia very thoroughly what that kind of death looked like -- and undoubtedly lost people she cared about that way.

    Ultimately, despite her delicate physique, Fred was strong. And able to manage the work. It was the emotional isolation that took the most brutal toll. She was eventually able to disable her collar and to escape her owners. But the isolation only grew that much more extreme when she was forced into dark caves to survive, and to scavenge the countryside to eat. After growing up in a home full of love and sound she spent years with no one to speak to. Literally no one. Other than the occasions she would shout and carry on into the caves, her only reply a dull echo. Eventually Fred forgot her own name. Put away all the smaller, finer details that made her her. Because the very things that infused her with the strength to survive -- family, love, their unwavering support -- also had to be forgotten so that she could continue on doing so. Because if not the loss of them could become crippling. She became the 'girl that dreamed she had a name'. The wild one standing on the hill. The woman that wrote her thoughts on the walls because it was the only medium left to her when conversation and companionship was taken away.

    But ultimately? She did survive.

    She initially, at least, remains that girl after she is rescued and brought to LA. She still hides under tables and writes on walls. Because that was easier than facing just how much Pylea had changed her. Again, this wasn't shyness. It was a woman forced to surrender much of who she was to survive, and still not quite able to own just how deep that ran. Fred wasn't prepared to just how bright and hollow and foreign the world she once openly walked in had become. And the changes that place had wrought in her. But the woman from before still existed, and the arrival of her parents were the spark that initiated her revival.

    "I got lost. I got lost, and they did terrible things to me, but, but it was just a storybook. It was just a story with monsters, not real. Not in the world but - but if you're here and you see me then - then it's real! And it did happen. If you see what they made of me... I - I didn't mean to get so lost!"

    Who she is now? Is clearly not who she was. And Fred knows it.

    But she starts to come out of it the same way Fred ultimately makes decision to be strong and supportive for her friends. She chooses to do so. In same same episode just referenced, the foundation for the choice is made is a speech she gives about everyone's role within Angel Investigations.

    "It's what he does. Angel's the champion, and Wesley's the brains of the operation, Gunn's the muscle and Cordy's the heart, and I'm..."

    At that moment she is unable to identify her role, and that directly contributes to her initial decision to leave and return back to Texas with her folks. But after a demon mystery solved, and the realization of where her future lies? Fred starts to answer that question.

    And finds her place.

    She is going to be 'the glue'.

    Considering the darkness witnessed in Pylea, and the pain and torture she certainly suffered there? It isn't always easy. But because of her past, and the strong foundation provided by her parents Fred is perhaps better suited to serve in that role than anyone. Angel's father is seen in canon to be distant and demeaning (even if Liam did antagonize him). Cordelia's parents non existent in their role and her father's tax evasion eventually forced her to LA with nothing. Wesley's father was verbally abusive and perhaps physically as well. And Lorne's parents openly hated him and his choices. Fred, on the other hand, knows and understands the importance of family. How beneficial, how needed it can be. Fred would not openly give up her family at home if she did not sense the opportunity to find and build a new one in LA. And she is fiercely protective of it. We see this in her conversation with Wesley in his hospital room where she tells him never to return after the kidnapping of Conor -- she is distraught at his lack of faith in them, and the family the had built together. We need it further still when she tasers Conor himself after they discover his duplicity in sending Angel to the bottom of the ocean -- and threatening the family's patriarch.

    But through all her seasons Fred makes the active choice. To be better. To be stronger. To fiercely support her friends and family and hold them together as best she can. It isn't easy. But it is also everything she knows.

    Though Fred suffered some very real, very serious traumas in her time in Pylea, she ultimately survives them with her mind intact. This is a great testament to her strength. She was physically tortured there and forced into hard labor, and the horrors of her life there forced her to mentally withdraw for a while. Her life before became a fairy tale and place of forgotten words and names. While this allowed for her survival, it also painted the image of a girl that was seen to be delicate and in need of protection. But is cannot be forgotten that ultimately she is a survivalist. She hid bodies and foraged for food and and survived a life that killed countless others before her. There is a core strength that is important, and she survives with her ability to love intact. Though it takes some time to find herself again she emerges not afraid of life, but simply more aware of its possibilities. Both good and bad.

    'I'm so sick and tired of my chin being up.'

    Removed from her labs and her sciences and her school, Fred was initially at a loss what she could bring to her new home at Angel investigations. Everyone else there seemed to have something key they could contribute. Eventually she came to feel compelled to be the support system to everything else. The importance she places on loyalty and family compels her to create a safe and positive places for the friends she has come to love -- something she senses they did not have. It is in her nature to stay positive even when things are falling apart, and to be as supportive as possible. She will keep her smile in place in the worst of time, holding on to that determination until she quite literally shatters. She is strong until the small moment she is not -- and then she demands of herself that she pull herself back together again. Until her chin is again up. She has self-identified this as something she can bring to the team and almost she almost desperately clings to it.

    Fred also had a strong sense of justice -- though one that was somewhat warped be her time in Pylea. She is more than willing to not simply kill the professor that sentenced her to Pylea, but to send him there himself, knowing he would suffer and eventually die painfully. Her sense of right and wrong has been altered through her experiences. There is darker, harder edge to her that most of her friends do not see. This fault is two-sided. It is not what they want or expect from Fred, but it is also Fred sensing those expectation and doing her best to fit within them. But the harder, darker aspects of herself are always still there -- just beneath the surface.



    why do you feel this character would be appropriate to the setting? Despite being nothing but human, Fred has experienced a great many extremes in her life. From her traditional childhood to her five years in a demon dimension, to then working for Angel and finally agreeing to be employed at Wolfram and Hart Fred continues to seek and explore. And ultimately? To understand? The puzzles and mysteries of this new environment will challenge her, as well as potentially expose some of the darker corners of her personality.


    Writing Samples


    Network Post Sample: http://betenoire-rp.dreamwidth.org/909455.html#comments


    Third Person Sample: Log Example: http://bakerstreet.dreamwidth.org/287202.html?thread=218759906#cmt218759906

    Writing sample/Character : It's heaven.

    Fred's very, very sure it's heaven right there in paper colored pleasure, all dyed in the sorts of oranges and reds that aren't really the kind to be found in nature. No, these are manufactured hues for manufactured paper for manufactured foods, which is to say it's been a good five years since she's had anything like it. They're not bright, but the burn her eyes anyway. Her little bits of heaven.

    You just stop seeing certain things anymore, and sometimes they cease to be. And you try and remember them. There's taste, and texture, and the way a voice sounds when it's not shouting at you. The way honest to goodness electrical lighting lights up a person's whole being, and they can't hiding anything. From you or yourself. Every facet, every flaw just lit up like a Christmas tree. All you've got to do is look to see. And if in the end you choose to blink and squint your eyes so those lights and lines blur a bit? Well that's on you.

    Just like the taco is...on you. Fred can't even be sure who shoved it in her hands. The girl with a tree for a name had taken Angel away to talk about the girl they both knew. Which of course left Fred with a bunch of people she didn't. Know in any well or real way. But they'd listened to the bit about tacos it seemed, and now the small sack filled her hands. They were distracting her and she was distracting them. Back and forth and back and forth because if it's one thing Fred knows? It's listening. And they're trying to listen to the talking going on outside, even if they don't want to admit it. The not admitting it is where the food comes in.


    She takes two steps back, then three, then two more. Eating's not something she's accustomed to doing in public anymore, especially with all those eyes on her. Normally there's the part when she has to steal her meal first too, with the running that comes after. So the bag is hugged that much closer even as the back on her knees hit something soft. Fred lands on the small circular sofa with an unexpected woosh of air, mouth drawn up in a nervous bow. She pulls herself even deeper into the upholstery, and that's when Fred revises her religion a bit.

    Heaven is brightly wrapped tacos and this particular bit of fabric.

    It's old old. And used. And loved. One half of it sits higher than the other just below her, and the smell of it mixes itself up with the beef and tomato in her hands. There's soap, where someone's obviously tried to get a cleaning it. Real, actual soap. Fabric softener too, maybe bits of it left behind by the last person that sat there. So it helps her see a cramped wooden room with dappled afternoon light, filled to the brim with white bits of electrics way part their prime, and a soft, brown woman with more than enough good years left to call her own.

    There's sweat, and dandruff, a small burn hole just to the left, and a flash of white where the covering is clear worn away on the right. It's people, and love, and age, and the not-cave, and about all the normal Fred's about to be able to handle in that moment.

    It's holding her, and she's holding it right back.

    So she opens up her first taco, and steps right through those heavenly gates. Which are somehow made of golden arches topped with a sombrero. It's the not normal in her back again, but she's plenty used to that my now. Fred thinks, sometimes, it might get a little lonely without it.

    The taco itself tastes like a test. Will it be a good as she remembers? As wonderful as all those flavors she clung to for so very long, desperate to recreate? It's a taco and a memory and herself. She's going to sink with it, she expects to. Because it can't possibly be what wants it to be. Bits of the wrapper are inside Fred now, because she's eating it that fast. It's a five-year famine coming to an end.

    Fred smiles, and it's everything but angelic.

    But it tastes right.

    Just exactly right.


    Anything else? So far so good!
    fredless: (Grin by maybedarkpink)
    Alone in the executive washroom, Fred stood in front of the polished mirror and studied her reflection. Several seconds ticked by before she reached up and tugged the elastic band from her hair, the released strands immediately falling about her face. Fingers worked their way through the worst of the tangles with enough force that she actually caught herself wincing.

    Another breath as she stared back at herself, and more seconds ticked by. It still wasn't right. Her denim jacket bore the brunt of Fred's attentions next as she yanked it off, immediately rolling it into a ball and dropping it into her bag along with the elastic hair tie. The faint, acrid smell of gun smoke still lingered in the fabric.

    And that was the real issue, wasn't it.

    Despite the jokes and the ridiculousness and all of the felt, Wesley had been in very real danger today. Real enough that for more than moment, Fred had forgotten their mission. The words that she'd been tasked to say. Some giant purple mascot from a children's tv show had attempted to take a fire extinguisher to Wesley's head and --- even now most of it sounded absurd. But what wasn't absurd? Was how she'd felt, in that split-second. And now the notion that she might not've been able to stop it? That he could have been seriously hurt -- or worse -- without hearing how she felt?

    And she'd been trying. She had. All week, really. Even that last ditch attempt with her car being in the shop. It didn't need to be in the shop, but it was. All for an excuse to somehow to get Wesley back to her place and ---

    Well, she didn't precisely know the 'and' yet. But likely there would have been Chinese food. And an opportunity to talk. And some time away from the office and everything that'd been pressing up against them of late.

    But was it really Wesley's fault? That she hadn't made things plain enough? Her mama would have a fit to know how she'd been shirting around the issue now that her heart had settled on something. Heck, she was having a fit. Or at least her insides were it seemed like, whenever she got close to Wesley these days. Fred couldn't quite sort out how the whole office hadn't seen by now.

    She had to see him. Right now, even.

    Abandoning her bag on the tile floor Fred made her way the short distance to Wesley's office and without bother to knock, slipped inside. Her gaze searched, and found him standing in the far corner. Good. He was still here.

    "I just got off the phone..." It wasn't that far from the truth. That had been the last call she made before leaving her lab. The hospital had been very optimistic about their patients' recovery. "...looks like the kids are coming out of their stasis."
    fredless: (Action : Notes Notes Notes)
    Fred tilted her neck left, then right as she tried to stretch out protesting muscles than ran straight down the length of her back. When it didn't immediately work she yanked and twisted her hair up into a haphazardly crafted bun, if only for the brief distraction it gave. A pencil held the dark curls in place.

    Work, it seemed, didn't stop for any reason at Wolfram and Hart. Not even the loss of a friend. Just as many projects sat piled on her desk the next morning, if not even more than usual. Varying levels of projects and research -- all of it requiring her personal attention at one point or the other. If their clients were anything (besides all-too-often evil), they were demanding. It felt as if she'd been buried in the lab for a week now, with only Knox for company.

    She was quickly coming to the conclusion that wasn't doing him any favors. Fred had used Cordy's death to push off their plans two nights before, and he'd appeared to sense her heart just wasn't it in. Of course, if she was being honest, it was somewhere else entirely.

    But right now it wasn't about her heart. It was about her head. Blinking, Fred bent down to reexamine the slide on her microscope again. Maybe this time it would make some sort of sense.
    fredless: (SadSolace by Lollobrigida)
    Spike...

    Why'd you even bothering to come back, if you were just going to go and leave like that.

    [Fred stares down at the words. She'd meant to filter them. Really, she did. But now that they're there, color and contrast and something substantial? She can't bring herself to take them away. It takes a while to move onto her next, more pressing task]

    [Filtered to CLU]

    Hi, I'm Fred. We should probably talk. Or meet. Or possibly both.
    fredless: (Glasses : Smile)
    Pancakes for breakfast, and downright friendly ones at that. Not that they're inherently rude to begin with, it wouldn't be proper to start the morning off like that. Still, these are just about perfect.

    I think it's going to be a good day.
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