Alright guys here- I think the easiest way not to get mixed up until Bridget and I figure out how to work the google doc is just to post what we have so far here. And Anna hasn't seen this yet...

The Story…

Characters: Brynja Hawkins, Gaia Amelia, Grace White, Bridget Belove, Ashley Curt, Anna Delia, Ryan Shawn, Lorentz TBD, Hugo Roth.

Setting: A house on stilts by the Sea, right on the beach, with slightly peeling paint. It has a bottle garden, where we keep bottles of people’s souls. And every surface is covered in books.

Tendencies:

General: Wear adorable clothes all the time, have a puppy (Winston?)
Specific:
-Gaia likes Italian men ((Ryan? Wot?)) “Who I meet in Starbucks all the time to have philosophical arguments and he has no idea and it's very tragic and so on and so forth.
But I pretend I'm meeting some mysterious Italian” Gaia lived in Holland, boarding in an eccentric house with a man who spent all his time building airplanes, met Grace in Holland and they ran away to the Carolinas by hot air balloon over the Atlantic Ocean.
-Grace likes the Brits and “I have a mysterious dark contact in the back alleys that I meet with at suspicious hours of the night to rendezvous with my mysterious and jaded past!” ((Rufus? Rusty? Rrrrrrr…)) Moral? Yet, jealous and wrathful. Grace likes to call Gaia “Gaia Mia” -My Gaia ((Italian)). Gaia likes to smack her with whatever is near at the time. She hit Grace with a teapot once. In an adorable way. Grace retaliates and whacks Gaia over the head with Dickens, and then she stole it from her and read aloud until Grace calmed down. Grace enjoys gardening, and keeps small, flowering cacti, beach flowers, and takes care of the few orange and peach trees.
-Brynja likes little Asians, and has a nose for wonderful poetry. She has an affair((?)) with a younger Asian man, and has a mysterious young daughter that she names December Violet. Her daughter is a girl with an Asian face, blonde hair, a crackling wit and a shy persona. In the story she is between 4-7. We’ll see… Brynja’s past is very secret, and aside form her daughter we don’t know much. She met Ashley in a post office while mailing a package to her then deceased grandmother in Tripoli, where we believe she grew up. She and Ashley dated for a few years before they moved in with Brynja’s mysterious half-Asian daughter.
-Ashley
-Bridget
-Anna
-Ryan meets Gaia at a coffee shop everyday for philosophical arguments, has an affair with Grace, then “hates” her; but is passionately in love with the male barista, Lorentz. Out of the girls, he likes Bridget best, who he tends to shy away from more. He lives somewhere mysterious…
-Professor Roth lives hear us, in a small house down the beach. “Rothykins” He is very well liked, a cigarette and pipe smoker, and a closet pervert. He lives in an old, old home down the beach and behind the street. He often sits in the streetlights, his cigarette smoke floating up towards the stars and bathed in gold from the bulb, writing in his notebook. No one knows what, and no one knows why. The girls are happy not to.

Occupations:
Bridget: Published Author… bi
Grace: Published Author… bi
((Neither wildly successful, a few low New York Times Bestseller slots between the two, nothing chart topping.))
Gaia: Violinist in a famous string Quartet… bi
((Widely praised and highly successful… elusive as Johnny Depp))
Brynja: TBD ((Mother?))…bi
Ryan: Fencer… bi
((On off season he spars with his friend, a soldier, and hangs out at the coffee shop. On season, he is nowhere to be found, traveling the world.))
Lorentz: Barista… straight
Ashley Curt: TBD …lesbian
Anna: A tarot card reader … bi.
Hugo: College Professor… straight.

In the End/Misc:
Grace and Gaia grow old together
“The Girls” – Ashley, Brynja, Gaia, Grace, Bridget, December and Anna.

Brynja's description of herself/ December Violet

You’ll usually find Brynja out and about between the hours of four thirty and six forty five, where she is searching for people to buy her food. Otherwise, she’ll be lounging about the house, sipping on soul bottles and sleeping.

Brynja loves telling stories. No, she isn’t an author, she unlearned how to write a long time ago, finding it a waste of her time. If you want to hear her stories, it must come from her, the only thing she’s interested in is mouth to ear communication. The only people she’ll tell stories to for free are the girls she lives with, others must be buy them from her for a price. The current going rate for a short story is a medium white chocolate mocha from Lorentz, or anything equivalent, such as a bowl of cherries or turkey sandwich. Brynja gets clothes from her rhyming stories, usually off the back of the person at the spot. (“A poem story? Well, that t-shirt looks cute.”) But when offered tiny trinkets and curios, Brynja will have a hay-day. She has a vice for shiny objects, and could talk at a person for days in reward for relinquishing a polished plumbob, or deconstructed watch to her. Brynja never asks for work, and is usually only ‘hired’ out of curiosity, boredom, or desire for an alternate reality in which to distract oneself. This said, Brynja often goes for weeks without a job (How she manages to keep herself fed is still a mystery), and other times, finds herself with a surplus of possessions (which she has a bad habit of giving away without fully comprehending her own needs). If her life was any other way, she would not have been content with herself. The one exception to this lifestyle is whenever her daughter is concerned, December’s Violet. The little seven year old is much more mature than her mother, and understands that this hobo way of life is not a healthy one. While her mother sleeps through the day, Devi would walk along the shore and listen. The girl hardly ever speaks, and when confronted in conversation, will normally only answer one syllable, followed either by ‘Mom’ or ‘dad’ (“Devi! How are you today?” Asks Gaia “Good, mom.” Says December’s Violet. “Do you want a cookie, Devi?” Asks Ryan “Yes, dad” says December’s Violet.) Eye contact is not in her vocabulary, believing firmly that should she remove her eyes from the floor, she would trip. She is the only reason Brynja will occasionally go out of her way to tell stories, to feed and clothe her daughter, and give her things a daughter might want, but such gifts usually fall short of what the girl truly needs, which she has yet to reveal to the public.


Random Dialogue- how this Brynja character speaks


“Ashley, Brynja, Gaia, Grace, Bridget, and Anna. Why do all our names begin with either an A, a B, or a G? Someone needs to change their’s to L’Mureal this instant.” Says Brynja.

“You could always change your name.” Says Bridget.

“No I couldn’t.” Brynja responds, and that was the end of that.




OK and I think our first line should be: “Calling all darlings and poppets! Up, up up! Oh come on you usesless set of miscreants I said UP!” I haven't any idea who it is. It could be any one of us. I like the format: Begin with a line of dialogue, introduce setting ( for example "It was a sunny day in Minneapolis...") provide description of place, people, then go to a morning at the lighthouse/dialogue. And I agree we should be writing this as a google document because that makes it a lot easier, no? Also, just to be clear, it's in NC right? Can it be near Elizabeth City? I've never been there but I heart the name and it's on the ocean... (But not in Elizabeth City- if it's in a light house it's rural, no?)

And then today we decided we are going to have Mr. Moos be a character (Grace he's this awesome AP lit teacher who is just... inCREDible. More on that later.) One night there's a terrible storm and everyone freaks out although we pretend we don't- we pretend it's Devi who's freaked out and she finds us very tedious. There's a knock at the door, we all freak out, the door opens and there's a figure *gasp* in the doorway outlined by the lightning flashes... and he says something lovely and Moos-like. He's been sailing on the high seas by himself writing poetry but his boat crashed in the storm so he stays with us for awhile (Yay!) teaching us about poetry and sailing. And Anna has this bizarre religion which she made up which she tries to get everyone else to join (although really she doesn't believe it herself, she's just trying to exploit people) and te only one who actually believes it is Devi. And Anna "believes" Mr Moos is the messiah!