The Precious Life and Rambles of Liz Tattler

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    EricEric
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      (And her struggles with editorial and cleaning staff anarchy)

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    • #3907
      EricEric
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        “By the way, concrete for body parts might not be the best material, you little deviant.” Finnley snickered rudely, reappearing for a second between the Japanese paper screens.

        #3908
        F LoveF Love
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          “Oh haha I can’t keep up with myself!” laughed Finnley in a most uncharacteristic and slightly manic manner. After offering to explain once more, although nobody could remember what she was explaining, she retreated for a second time.

          #3909
          TracyTracy
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            Ignoring the peculiar behaviour of Finnley, who seemed to be having a strange turn (Flove only knew what had happened to her during her absence), Liz continued with her explanation.

            “It’s the new exercise in the Mandala of Ascensions group. There are Leader Personalities, and there are Supporter Personalities ~ and let me be perfectly clear, there are no in betweens or other categories in this particular exercise. Members of the group must choose one category only.”

            Liz paused to light a cigarette, and turn down the background chatter emanating from the puerile radio show, which was distracting her from her train of thought.

            #3910
            TracyTracy
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              “For Flove’s sake, Finnley, will you stop flitting about like that! And stop snickering and listen!”

              #3911
              EricEric
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                Finnley came back hopefully in time with her five guardian angels to listen to that last comment from Liz.

                Only two of them had decided to stay after she’d explained her boss wanted to mold them in salt-free concrete for body parts.

                #3912
                TracyTracy
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                  “As I was saying,” continued Liz, “Oh, unless you want to explain something first, Finnley?”

                  “I’m trying to tell you I am a Leader Personality, and it doesn’t fit my character assignation, which is why I am flitting about the place snickering,” the confused hitherto supportive cleaner replied.

                  #3913
                  F LoveF Love
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                    “I love it when we play Mandala of Ascensions!” shouted Finnley. “I will be a leader personality! You can bugger off now, HS cleaner. You were never really needed; she only hired you out of spite”

                    #3914
                    TracyTracy
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                      Liz patted Finnley on the shoulder. “Now, now, dear, I know it’s confusing, one moment confused, the next moment elated and bossy.”

                      #3915
                      F LoveF Love
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                        “You are confusing, but I know you can’t help it. Have you taken your pills?” asked Finnley kindly.

                        #3916
                        EricEric
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                          “Speaking of those pills,” the two dealers asked almost apologetically, “when are we going to get paid?”

                          “Well, I can pay you in concrete statues?” ventured Liz, while finishing her cigarette.
                          “That’s not concrete payment, if ya know whatcha mean…” the fat one said.

                          #3917
                          F LoveF Love
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                            “Tricksters!” hissed Finnley. “You don’t fool me. I know you never pay Angels!”

                            #3918
                            TracyTracy
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                              Liz chose to ignore Finnley’s last remark and continue with her explanation.

                              “The exercise was proving to be illuminating in many unexpected ways. Despite the well known fact (or let us say, well known assumption) that each individual leads themselves, and the widespread reluctance of the group to follow established leaders, when presented with an option to label oneself a leader, suddenly everyone wanted to lead.”

                              #3919
                              F LoveF Love
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                                Finnley yawned.

                                #3920
                                TracyTracy
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                                  Liz cast her eyes over the fat ones body, weighing up the amount of latex it would take to make a mold. It would cost an arm and a leg to purchase that much latex, and Liz wondered if there was much of a market for Fat Hitherto Supportive Dealer statues.

                                  #3921
                                  EricEric
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                                    “But cabbages will do” a desperate fat dealer said, wishful to promptly exit the mad house.

                                    #3924
                                    AvatarJib
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                                      “Someone answer that!” said another fat dealer.

                                      #3925
                                      AvatarJib
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                                        Roberto, the new Hispanic gardener hired that very morning, was cleaning the windows. One of them was open, of course and he had heard what his employer had said about leader and supporters. He had always been a solitary person, and he dared think he was supporting himself. Would that make him his own leader ? He splashed water on the window and used a yellow rubber duck to clear the glass. It squealed. He saw Liz looking at him in a strange way.

                                        #3926
                                        TracyTracy
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                                          “Will someone answer that!” Liz parroted the other fat dealer. “Whose the leader of door answering these days anyway? All leaders and no fecking staff, now!”

                                          Glancing towards the open window, where a shrill noise seemed to emanate from that had immediately set Liz’s teeth on edge, she noticed him. Could it really be him? After all these years! Was it really Roberto?

                                          The door bell pealed again, distracting Liz, and when she looked back, the man had disappeared. Did I imagine that? she wondered.

                                          Roberto, rubber duck in hand, walked around the outside wall to see who was making such a racket on the door bell.

                                          “Madre mia! Los Guardianos !” he whispered, aghast. What were they doing here, of all places? Roberto crept back around the house, hoping he hadn’t been seen.

                                          #3928
                                          TracyTracy
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                                            Godfrey, shouldn’t you DO something about that? The characters are wandering all over the place, on the wrong threads, wandering right out of stories, whether they’ve been written out or not. They’re all just doing whatever they damn well want, it’s getting ridiculous!”

                                            Obligingly Godfrey cackled loudly, in what Liz presumed was a game attempt to restore some order in the threads (mistakenly assuming momentarily that they were in Caketown) .

                                            “Are they all turning into anarchists?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

                                            “Don’t be daft, Godfrey, you can have characters that are anarchists, but you can’t have anarchists that are characters, where will it end? Who will be in control, and lead the story?”

                                            “The writer will have to follow the lead of the characters, then, and support their moves with filler and back story.”

                                            Elizabeth felt faint. “What are you suggesting?” she whispered, filled with dread and uncertainty.

                                            #3930
                                            EricEric
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                                              “The writer is as slow as my aunt Germaine” was all that came to Godfrey’s mind.
                                              His aunt Germaine was a notorious for her gaps of lucidity during the family reunion cards tournaments, which made playing with her much less ludic that it should have been.

                                              “Truly, what I meant” said Godfrey, carefully weighing the next words to assemble in a coherent sentence (he’d been chastised playfully by the new maid already, who would pretend to not understand a word of what he asked her to do) “is that I thought you where talking about winter, not writer. Alas, the writer is not coming.”

                                              Finnley would probably have had a fit of bright clarity with that one, he smiled at himself proudly.

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