Musings of An Actress/Writer

Tue, 15 Apr 2008 03:27:56 GMT

So, my new Greek fic. Sadly, I do not own Greek, (or Evan...lol)
Summary: After a Zeta Beta Zeta pledge is attacked and an Omega Chi Delta brother is murdered one night on the relatively quiet campus of Cyprus Rhodes University, Zeta Beta president Casey Cartwright and Omega Chi president Evan Chambers are determined to get to the bottom of things, even at a deadly cost...Now, if only they can stop arguing long enough to get on the case...

Have you ever seen one of those "games" on the street in New York City where the hustler puts a dried pea under a cup and then moves that cup and tow other identical cups around and then you have to guess which one of the three cups the dried pea is under? Watch closely, its something like that.

The official story, released by Cyprus-Rhodes University, was a simple frat party gone horribly wrong. At a party being held by the Omega Chi Delta fraternity to benefit a local rest home in need of several new industrial kitchen appliances, several Omega Chi brothers (along with several sisters of various sororities), stumbled upon the assault of a freshman pledge to the Zeta Beta Zeta sorority by an, as of yet, unidentified assailant. A knife was produced by the unidentified assailant, and as the female companions of the Omega Chi Delta brothers aided the Zeta Beta Zeta pledge to safety, a scuffle ensued between the Omega Chi Delta brothers and the unidentified assailant.

Now, Omega Chi's in mourning,

Us Zeta Betas are terrified,

And Kappa Tau's certainly got some explaining to do.

Legally Blonde!

Mon, 15 Oct 2007 02:40:58 GMT

Five words:

OMIGOD! LEGALLY BLONDE THE MUSICAL!

New NCIS Fic!

Sat, 13 Oct 2007 17:39:30 GMT

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People Irk Me

Sun, 05 Aug 2007 22:40:06 GMT

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Everytime I hear an elderly person say "Things were so much better in the old days. Kids weren't so terrible." Or "Youth is wasted on the young." I get angry. But, especially now:

I was almost distracted from the awesomeness that is HAIRSPRAY (gah! Zac Efron! ;) ) by an elderly couple seated two or three down from me (I was on the end), who seemed to think that the movie theater is their own public forum. And, the old guy was clearly a racist. He kept practically screaming the N-word.

Yes, I wanted to kick some old-guy ass.

Thu, 02 Aug 2007 05:25:54 GMT

Oh my god...two weeks! Anyway...I'm still here...just knitting too much for my own good! (Damn you Harry Potter! I love the Gryffindor colours too much because of you!)

So, check this out!

They're awesome, and check out the book, too! My friend Andi has a pattern published in there! It's the one for Errol the owl!

Five Days!

Sun, 15 Jul 2007 18:52:29 GMT

Tue, 10 Jul 2007 03:29:31 GMT

I'm Still Here and Cloverfield

Yes, I'm stiil alive! Where I've been, what I've been up to and a movie trailer that just plain gives me the wiggins.

Life gets crazy, theater groups need your attention, Bruce Wills puts out a new 'Die Hard' movie with Justin Long, and the usa network shows us a Monk marathon on the Fourth of July. Which was a big holiday. Fireworks and Katie joining us for dinner and everything. And then Dad needed help painting his office. I got zippo writing done, including any fics, or even my journal, as all of you can tell. And now, I'm tired. Yay.

Things I've been up to in no particular order:

1) Mounting the new show. BtVS: High School Horror -- a kind of "Once More, With Feeling", but it's set in high school, and it contains music from the 90's and now...

2) We helped repaint dad's office. I crawled around on my knees repaint the bottom of doorways and scraping up paint drips with a spay bottle of goo-gone and a putty knife. Ha ha. Fun.

3)Big fourth of July. My best friend Katie came to our house for dinner, and we spent the night goofing off and eating macaroni salad. We skipped the fireworks. Good decision, since we'd already missed them. They were going on when mom, dad and I went to see 'Live Free or Die Hard'. Also, once again opted to watch the Boston Pops' big Patrotic presentation instead of going to the parade. Memories of my bike riding escapade in the parade are still to fresh, lol. No, in all seriousness, I would have liked to go...it was just too darn hot.

4) Saw 'Live Free or Die Hard'. See it. It freaking rocks!

5) and, saw THIS (it's a grainy "trailer" that supposedly plays on the big screen before 'Transformers'): "http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=6632106530694809056&hl=en". It gave me, as Buffy once said, a major case of the wiggins. I even checked out www.ethanhaaswasright.com, a site somehow connected to the movie. I'm freaked. It all seems so weird, and even worse, some sources (aol.com, primairly), are saying that it may be connected in someway, yet I can't figure it out. Also, I've read (video.google.com), that the website www.parasitemovie.com that is also supposedly connected to the film from producer J.J Abrams (of LOST and Mission Impossible III fame), is, apparently, a fraud. I have no idea whatsoever about the truth of the claims, although ethanhaas seems legit, but don't quote me on ANY of that. Please. I like NOT being sued by Paramount. Anyway, it freaks me out, the whole no title thing (unless maybe 1-18-08 is the title and not the release date), and I really don't like seeing New York City under attack, especially the whole part with Lady Liberty's head being flung across what looks like 46th Street in flames. I'll say it again, I am wiggined, freaked, and generally weirded out.

Avec amour,
Alexandra

Writer's Block: Wedding Bells Are Ringing

Mon, 25 Jun 2007 23:23:40 GMT

What was the last wedding you went to? Were you in the wedding?

Oh dear lord...the last wedding that I went to (no, thankfully I wasn't in the wedding party...I did, however, catch the boquet for the sixth time in a row, I swear), ~~it was scary~~ was Ohio State themed...well, not so much themed as obessed. Everything was scarlet and grey, there were OSU bobbleheads on the wedding cake and the tables at the reception didn't have numbers, they were named after past coaches.

Also, the bride walked down the isle to "Hang on Sloopy" and as she and her husband were introduced at the reception, they burst through a paper banner (that didn't want to rip), held by bridesmaids who looked slightly frightened.

Needless to say, I'll never forget that one.

Columbus

Mon, 25 Jun 2007 03:21:16 GMT

Well, hello there! I have officially returned from our state's captiol!

Okay, the Crowne Plaze hotel on Doubletree Avenue...stay THERE! OMG! IT is so beautiful! I post a new chapter tomorrow...I'm just too damn tired right now. Also, more on the trip to come.

Love ya,
Alexandra

Dark Lady

Thu, 21 Jun 2007 06:39:46 GMT

OMG, another Buffy oneshot...I am just writing TOO many of these.

Title: Dark Lady
Genre: Drama/Suspense
Rating: T+
Warnings: I don't want to give it all away!
POV: Anya (surprisingly...)
Summary: A songfic based on the Cher song "Dark Lady"...Anya isn't as stupid as any of them think.
Disclaimer: Verse to Joss, song to Cher, story to Moi

Just click on the cut!

The fortune queen of New Orleans,
Was brushing her cat in her black limousine
On the backseat were scratches from
The marks of men her fortune she had won
Couldn't see through the tinted glass,
She said "Home James" and he hit the gas
I followed her to some darkened room,
She took my money, she said "I'll be with you soon"

Mrs. Anya Christina Emmanuella Jenkins Harris. It sounded good.

Anya laid her head on Xander's bare chest as the first rays of dawn began to stream in through the window, still asleep, he readjusted his position to pull her closer to him and smiled. She just stared up with adoring eyes. She loved him, the ex-demon was certainly sure of that. Vegence seemed like such a petty profession when she had him. Xander and his dark hair and kind eyes...she'd meant it when she called him her knight in shining armor.

He muttered something. Anya nuzzled closer, "What was that, sweetheart?"

"Mmmm, Willow."

Anya blinked. "Xander, what?"

"Shh, go back to sleep, Will."

For the first time since she became human again, Anya was speechless.

Mrs. Anya Lameass Made Up Maiden Name Harris. It sounded like silence.

Dark Lady laughed and danced and lit the candles one by one
Danced to her gypsy music till her brew was done
Dark Lady played back magic till the clock struck on the twelve
She told me more about me than I knew myself.

Anya twitched a little from the effort of keeping her righteous anger, as she had dubbed it, in check the next morning at the Magic Box as Willow passed by. "Willow?" She asked, attempting to sound as normal as possible.

"What 'cha need Anya?"

"I was wondering if you can predict the future."

"Predict the future? Well, not really, but I can read tarot cards. Do you want me to do a reading for you real quick?" The red-head smiled.

Anya smiled as well, the intent well veiled. "That sounds great."

She dealt two cards, a queen and a three
And mumbled some words that were so strange to me
Then she turned up a two-eyed jack,
My eyes saw red but the card still stayed black
She said "The man you love is secretly true
To someone else who is very close to you
My advice is that you leave this place,
Never come back and forget you ever saw my face..."

"Okay, The Lovers inverted...oh." Her eyes grew even wider..."Are you and Xander alright?"

"As far as I know." She quickly lied.

Willow sighed and seemed to grow less anxious. "That's good."

"What did the card mean, Willow?"

"Nothing, nothing. Never mind, I misintrepreted." Then , suddenly, she blurted out, "Can you watch the store for a bit, I have a few errands to run."

"Oh. Alrighty then."

So I ran home and crawled in my bed,
I couldn't sleep because of all the things she said
Then I remembered her strange perfume,
And how I smelled it was in my own room!
So I sneaked back and caught her with my man,

Anya knew exactly where Willow had gone. And the ex-vegence demon followed.

She crept into the apartment silently, clutching her vegence closly. She could hear through the cracked bedroom door.

Willow spoke, out of breath. "Xander, that has to be the last time. We can't do this anymore. I think she's on to us."

The sounds of passionate kissing.

"But Will -- Anya!"

She opened fire. Soon, the other two lay on the floor, dead. Anya stepped over Xander's body as she left, "Surprise, babe."

Laughing and kissing till they saw the gun in my hand
The next thing I knew they were dead on the floor,
Dark Lady would never turn a card up anymore.

Unseen, D'Hoffryn laughed. His little Anyanka didn't need her demon powers...what she could do on her own was so much more satisfying.

Dark Lady laughed and danced and lit the candles one by one
Danced to her gypsy music till her brew was done
Dark Lady played back magic till the clock struck on the twelve
She told me more about me than I knew myself

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End Note: What is with me? I always kill Xander off! And he's my favorite character!

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Tue, 19 Jun 2007 21:13:05 GMT

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Another White Dash Chapter One

Tue, 19 Jun 2007 06:49:49 GMT

One: She’s Officially Lost It

Dawn

There’s a Winnebago outside my window.

Why is there a Winnebago outside my window? Why did my sister just park a Winnebago in our driveway outside my window?

It takes me a second to open the latch on said window; I stick my head out, “Buffy, what is that?”

She looks up, a giant smile on her face, “It’s a camper!”

“I can see that, sis.”

“Then, why’d you ask?”

“I can’t believe my eyes, that’s why? Why is it here?”

“For the trip, duh!”

For the trip? What does she mean ‘for the trip’? Our trip was supposed to be me and Buff, Willow, Xander and Xander in a car, going to New York. Now, Buffy brought a camper. She brought a freaking camper!

Okay, she’s officially lost it.

New Multi-Chapter fic!

Tue, 19 Jun 2007 06:17:42 GMT

So, yay! A multi-chaptered piece that I have a ton of enthusiasm and a ton of material for! I may actually finish this one.

So, here's a bit of a pre-face:

Disclaimer: It's called the Jossverse because Joss Whedon owns it. Some of us just play here. lol...also, this disclaimer applies to all chapters.

Authoress Note: Okay, first things first. Xandra Harris = OC. (Don't steal her. If you, for some reason maybe want to use her, please, please, please ask me first. She is my intellectual copyright. Now, if you're Joss and want her, give me a call...lol). She's a slayer (if anyone wants to know how, the information is furnished upon request).

Next, this is a series of Road-Trip drabbles, just a bunch of evil little plot bunnies that have been hopping around inside of my head since my last trip to New York City (a crazy, four-day rush with 216 school chums and my parents), that just would not go away until they got their stories!

Last, but certainly not least, a big giant thank you to all who read, and a ton of brownie points to all who review/comment!

Enjoy!
-Alexandra

Second Buffy fic: A Thing of Darkness

Tue, 19 Jun 2007 01:45:08 GMT

Disclaimer: Okay, so, I looked in the mirror a second ago and Joss Whedon was not staring back, so, therefore I do not own BtVS or Xander. Darn.

Authoress Note: Reviews make me happy!

"A Thing of Darkness"

“This thing of darkness, I acknowledge mine.”
-Prospero, William Shakespeare’s The Tempest, (Act V, Scene I)

Buffy Summers took a deep breath and held it for a moment before exhaling slowly, attempting to steel herself for what she was about to see, picturing all of it in her mind. Everyone would already be there, she knew that much. Giles and Willow and Kennedy and Faith and Andrew and Dawn, all just sitting there waiting for Death or for Buffy, whoever got there first. Buffy rested a slender hand on the door-handle; did she dare enter?

The walls seemed to close in around her, the stifling African heat pressing up against her. It was just a door. She’d gone through thousands of different doors in her lifetime - this one should be no different. But, it was. Going through that door in the tiny, African field hospital was the hardest thing that the slayer had ever done.

“Look who’s decided to grace us with her presence.” That voice -- the sardonic British accent, the sarcasm -- Spike. But, she had seen him die…gone…exploded into a cloud of dust…au revior. Yet, he stood right in front of her, a cigarette behind his ear, completely at home in the moonlight that streamed in through the netted walls of the square room. Buffy registered two things in that moment: her little sister chastising the blonde vampire, and her own, semi-lucid thought of: I’ll deal with him later.

But, almost all of her conscious self, the part not distracted by Willow’s big and tear-filled eyes, was still and taken by the vision before her. Her underutilized imagination came nowhere near to creating the terror in the scenes that had flashed before her while debating her entrance.

Nothing could ever come close.

“Buffy…”

Nothing.

Before her, Xander Harris lay dying.

She swallowed hard and blinked a few times, hoping to wake from the nightmare. If only it had been a nightmare. If only it had been a bad dream, it would have disappeared, but the slayer’s terror was all too real; everything was all too real.

Everything.

“Buffy…” His voice was weak and broken, trembling, riddled with pain.

An empty chair appeared at Xander’s bedside, courtesy of Giles, and Buffy immediately occupied it. Taking Xander’s hand was purely a matter of instinct. Soon, the inability to speak appeared with the aching need to say everything that she had neglected to say. A sob escaped her and the room suddenly fell deathly silent except for the sounds of breathing.

Xander’s breathing was ragged. “You…came.”

“Xander, I-” Buffy’s breathing was broken by tears.

He interrupted her by falling into a fit of hacking coughs. Willow seemed not to know what to do with herself - her hands first covered her mouth to stop herself from crying anymore, then she set to busy herself with the task of making Xander more comfortable. She fluffed his pillow, and helped him into a more vertical sitting position.

The thousand thoughts that were running through the blonde slayer’s mind were dominated by I shouldn’t have gone to Rome, I should have come here. Xander should never have gone to Africa…he wouldn’t be sick if he hadn’t.He choked up his grip on her hand as the coughing intensified. Xander covered his mouth with the white handkerchief that he held. It soon became scarlet. Buffy just held on tight, and, as an attempt to comfort him, dutifully rubbed Xander’s chest. She was horrified that he had become so thin…she could feel bone.

He wouldn’t be dying if he hadn’t.

After what felt like an eternity and a day, the coughing subsided. Xander feigned his trademark grin. “On that note Buffster…” he paused, catching his breath, “How’ve ya…been?”

The slayer couldn’t stifle the squeak of a sob that escaped. “Oh…for God’s sake Buffy, don’t cry.” Xander patted the bedside next to him. “Come here. You too, Will.”

Buffy and Willow moved to either side of Xander’s bed as he closed his eyes as grimaced as though a great pain shivered through him.

They slayer’s hands were shaking.

Then, an idea. Buffy nearly jumped to her feet, “Spike!” The blonde vampire raised his eyebrows as if to answer What?. “Couldn’t you, can’t you save him? Like-”

Spike’s voice was soft and low. “He won’t let me, love. I already tried.”

“But-”

“Buffy, no.” Though Xander’s voice was still weak, it now held a certain resolve. “I don’t want to live like that.” He then made an attempt at his trademark grin, “And…thanks for the offer, dude…but I really wouldn’t want to spend an eternity with Captain Peroxide…as my sire.” His little attempt to laugh tore at Buffy’s heart.

She lay down next to him with her head on his shoulder, and although Xander was hot and fevering, he didn’t care. He liked having her close. “Xander,” she began, “There’s something I’ve gotta say,” He took a short breath and nodded, waving her on through, “Xander, I was thinking on the plane here, I was just thinking about my life. And all the people in it. And, Xander, do you know who I kept thinking of? You. Xander Harris, I kept thinking of you.” She choked back tears, “Xander, I couldn’t think of anyone but you.”

His voice was just barely above a whisper, “And you finally realized…”

She finished the sentence. “That I love you.”

Willow looked up at Buffy with doe-eyes. Then, she smiled sadly. Xander turned away from Buffy, coughing, “Good timing, Buffster.” The slayer almost laughed through her tears. Xander was still cracking jokes. “For what it’s worth…” he coughed a few times. Willow wiped the sweat from his brow with a damp, cool rag. “The feeling’s…mutual.” Everyone saw how much this had taken out of him, and everyone cried.

Xander took a shaking breath, his face pale like the moonlight and his voice was nearly gone. “Buffy, I can…I can feel it…this is…this is,” A sharp intake of breath, “It.”

They slayer gently kissed his forehead and took Xander in her arms. “Shh,” she cooed as she stroked his black hair, “Everything will be alright.” She once again looked into the eyes of Spike, silently pleading. The vampire looked away, averting his gaze out of shame and simply shook his head.

Buffy had no idea how long she sat there in that godforsaken field hospital, cradling Xander in her arms like that, holding him as close to her as she could, hoping, praying, for a minute until finally Giles had to pull her away with the simple solace of “He’s gone.”

First Buffy Fanfic: Ansaphone

Tue, 19 Jun 2007 01:29:21 GMT

Disclaimer: Joss owns the verse.

Ansaphone

"Hey there, you’ve reached the Summers Residence -”
“Slayer! What’re you doing, pet?”
“Shh! Which is the home to pretty much everyone in Sunnydale, so -”
“Buffy, that’s so negative! You’re so negative!”
“Dawn! Which is the home of pretty much -”
“How did I end up little sister to someone so negative! Ugh!”
“You know, nibblet’s got a point, love.”
“Spike! Dawn! Both of you -- shut it!”
“Don’t get your panties in a twist, slayer.”
“Hey, what’s going - did someone say panties and slayer in the same sentence?”
“Xander, you look way too interested for your own good.”
“Well, sorry Buffster, but a guy’s just gotta ask.”
* Shriek *
“They’re blue, mate.”
* Smack *
“Ouch, she’s playing mean.”
“Blue? I want to see this for myself!”
“Xander, if you want to keep your other eye, I suggest you do not -”
“Hey, what do ‘ya know, they are -”
* Smack *
“Nice one, Dawnie!”
“Did you just hit Xander?”
“Oh, Anya, hi, I just, umm, yes?”
“You little -”
* Smack *
“Sorry, slayer reflex. Saw an ex-demon heading for my sister.”
“Oh, so now you wanna play dirty!”
“Chick fight!”
“KENNEDY!”
“Sorry, couldn’t resist.”
* Smack *
“Ahn! What was that for?”
“I’m reasserting my position in our relationship. I heard Jerry Springer talking about it.”
* Scream *
“Yep, still blue.”
“Spike! I swear to God! Soul or no soul, I will not hesitate to stake you!”
“Gonna slay me, are you love?”
“Well, I am the slayer.”
“Wouldn’t you rather just shag?”
* Thud *
* Crash *
“Buffy! Don’t hit him! He has a soul! And, he’s cute!”
“DAWN!”
“What, I’m just saying!”
“Speaking your mind, Dawn. That’s a good thing.”
“Xander! Don’t encourage her!”
“So, you like it rough, do ‘ya slayer?”
* Thud *
* Crash *
“Come on, Buffy. You beating on Captain Peroxide? This isn’t even a fair fight!”
“Oh, shut up eye-patch boy. Go get yourself a parrot.”
“That stings, Buffy. That stings.”
“Buffy!”
* Smack * “So does that.”
* Smack *
* Thud *
“Look, if you wanna fight, I am the slayer, so -”
* THUD! *
“Dog pile!”
“DOG PILE!”
* Footfalls *
“Hey, look! A dog pile!”
“What ‘cha doing under there, B?”
“Wow! A real dog pile! Just like the fight in X-Men number thirty-five when Wolverine -”
“Alright, geek boy, that’s enough.”
* Thud *
“Faith! What was that for?”
“Well, everybody’s beating up on everybody else, and you annoy the hell outta me, so, I-”
* Thud * “ -Figured I join in on the fun!” * Thud *
“Fight! Fight! FIGHT!”
“KENNEDY!”
“SORRY!”
* Series of thuds, crashes *
“Hi, this is Willow Rosenberg, and you’ve reached the Summers Residence. We’re, uhh, unable to, umm, take your call right now, so, umm, sing your song at the beep-”
* Thud *“I guess.”
* CRASH! *
“Everyone, I swear to Hecate, I will-”
* Click *
* Beeeeeeeeeep *

Angel blinked a few time. “Umm, hi, Buffy, are you guys, uhh, okay? And was that Spike?”
* FIN *

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by Galindaxxxx

Writer's Block: Who's in your neighborhood

Tue, 19 Jun 2007 01:04:46 GMT

How well do you know your next-door neighbors?

Oh my god, okay, I know them too well. I know that you're supposed to love thy neighbor, but I honestly think that our neighbors have made it their personal goal to make me break that commandment.