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Entry 534; Day 1058
Nov. 12th, 2011 02:05 pm[Video Post || Filtered from Known DELILAH Members || Unhackable]
[Blink--and there's chaos for a moment, dark and light, a ceiling, a glimpse of fingers and a face. It takes a little while, but soon the image becomes clear: a young girl looking into a mirror on a dressing table and holding up her Network device to show herself to herself. She seems delicate and slightly built, wearing a man's white shirt unbuttoned at the throat, with her dark hair falling around her shoulders. And some people may notice and recognize this girl's catlike green-gold-green eyes--familiar, if one knows them. But she has a peculiar air about her movements: like an actor in costume, playing the part of a woman--playing it well, so far as the face and figure goes, but not so well in certain gestures. There's something not quite right, something slightly off. She studies herself in the mirror and in the Network device a moment before she speaks:]
Well, it's been some time since the last time I was obliged to endure this particular curse.
[So, truth be told, 'she' is not a she at all but a 'he'. He tugs at the skirt of his dress a little awkwardly.]
Yes, I am still Cain Hargreaves, but much altered.
[A rueful laugh. It's rather charming. If one will notice, all his gestures and mannerisms and expressions are the same, but transposed onto this different shape]
Perhaps I ought to be glad I'm not a cat again, although I'm not quite certain that this is all that much better.
I won't deny it was as much a shock this time as the times before. I'm only really accustomed to waking as a cat, not as a lady. But I've had something of an easier time of it this morning.
Although I'm never quite sure if I ought to wear a lady's things or my own. I'd rather wear my own, so that I won't have to keep such things around in case of curses like this. But Merry was delighted once to dress me up while I was a countess instead of an earl--although I'm not even sure if I should call myself 'countess' or not. I am, after all, still very much myself, even in this different shape. I won't be calling myself by a different name.
[He looks at his face--both strange and familiar--in the mirror for a moment longer. His expression darkens.]
It would rather complete the illusion, though. And I have wondered some, in the past, how my life would have been different if I'd been born as my father's daughter instead of his son. I find myself wondering these things in particular during curses like this. But I've never had such reason to consider these things before this particular revisitation of this curse.
[A pause.]
But perhaps I ought not to dwell on such things.
[He draws nearer to the mirror, gathers his hair away from his face, holds it behind his neck, out of the way, and examines his face more closely: rather remarkably like it was before, so far as these things go. Maybe the lips are a little rosier, the angles a little softer, but, really, not so different at all. He and his usual self could so easily be twins. Or, perhaps, he sees in his own face something of a lady he knew a very long time ago. But the gravity and stillness in his gestures is soon broken: he gives a bit of a half smile and looks aside a moment, then back to the mirror, fluttering lashes, playing the coquette. It's all a game. He draws back and addresses the camera again:]
Still, given such thoughts, I wanted to make a record of myself while I'm in this shape. It's a curiosity, really, and rather fascinating. So, yes, while I know the Network has been full of people shrieking over one curse or another today and the streets are filled with chaos as they so often are on such weekends, I'll simply put this entry alongside them, however calm it might seem.
Of course I was concerned, you know, when I first woke this morning. I could practically feel that I wasn't the right shape just with the way I felt in lying in bed. It was clear something was wrong--though I didn't yet know how wrong. Yes, I've quite got over my shock since. After all, I've better things to do than fret over yet another curse. This is mild, so far as curses go. I can speak as I please, I can move as I please. I'm simply in another shape, and not a difficult or displeasing shape in the least. And, really, it will be done with tonight or tomorrow night.
[A longer tendril of hair persists in falling against his face, no matter how often he tries to brush it away.]
Although, if there's one thing I could do without or at least do with some help, it's all this hair. Yes, it's a lovely thing on a lady, but remember that I'm not a lady.
[He fails again to keep that strand of hair at bay, but he's said all he wants, so no matter about it. He leaves the camera focused on his reflection and he can't resist another coquettish smile and wink before pressing the particular button on the side of his Network device to end the video, and the screen goes dark in a--]
[//video post ends || //end filter]
[ooc: Cain is now physically female--still himself in his head, but physically female. And he's pretty :3c But he makes a pretty girl even when he's just in disguise as a girl. Anyway--please disregard the veil and harem-girl costume he's wearing in a lot of his icons: they're the best female!Cain icons I've got, so let's play the ~*imagination game*~ Someone dress him up all pretty or something--?]
[Blink--and there's chaos for a moment, dark and light, a ceiling, a glimpse of fingers and a face. It takes a little while, but soon the image becomes clear: a young girl looking into a mirror on a dressing table and holding up her Network device to show herself to herself. She seems delicate and slightly built, wearing a man's white shirt unbuttoned at the throat, with her dark hair falling around her shoulders. And some people may notice and recognize this girl's catlike green-gold-green eyes--familiar, if one knows them. But she has a peculiar air about her movements: like an actor in costume, playing the part of a woman--playing it well, so far as the face and figure goes, but not so well in certain gestures. There's something not quite right, something slightly off. She studies herself in the mirror and in the Network device a moment before she speaks:]
Well, it's been some time since the last time I was obliged to endure this particular curse.
[So, truth be told, 'she' is not a she at all but a 'he'. He tugs at the skirt of his dress a little awkwardly.]
Yes, I am still Cain Hargreaves, but much altered.
[A rueful laugh. It's rather charming. If one will notice, all his gestures and mannerisms and expressions are the same, but transposed onto this different shape]
Perhaps I ought to be glad I'm not a cat again, although I'm not quite certain that this is all that much better.
I won't deny it was as much a shock this time as the times before. I'm only really accustomed to waking as a cat, not as a lady. But I've had something of an easier time of it this morning.
Although I'm never quite sure if I ought to wear a lady's things or my own. I'd rather wear my own, so that I won't have to keep such things around in case of curses like this. But Merry was delighted once to dress me up while I was a countess instead of an earl--although I'm not even sure if I should call myself 'countess' or not. I am, after all, still very much myself, even in this different shape. I won't be calling myself by a different name.
[He looks at his face--both strange and familiar--in the mirror for a moment longer. His expression darkens.]
It would rather complete the illusion, though. And I have wondered some, in the past, how my life would have been different if I'd been born as my father's daughter instead of his son. I find myself wondering these things in particular during curses like this. But I've never had such reason to consider these things before this particular revisitation of this curse.
[A pause.]
But perhaps I ought not to dwell on such things.
[He draws nearer to the mirror, gathers his hair away from his face, holds it behind his neck, out of the way, and examines his face more closely: rather remarkably like it was before, so far as these things go. Maybe the lips are a little rosier, the angles a little softer, but, really, not so different at all. He and his usual self could so easily be twins. Or, perhaps, he sees in his own face something of a lady he knew a very long time ago. But the gravity and stillness in his gestures is soon broken: he gives a bit of a half smile and looks aside a moment, then back to the mirror, fluttering lashes, playing the coquette. It's all a game. He draws back and addresses the camera again:]
Still, given such thoughts, I wanted to make a record of myself while I'm in this shape. It's a curiosity, really, and rather fascinating. So, yes, while I know the Network has been full of people shrieking over one curse or another today and the streets are filled with chaos as they so often are on such weekends, I'll simply put this entry alongside them, however calm it might seem.
Of course I was concerned, you know, when I first woke this morning. I could practically feel that I wasn't the right shape just with the way I felt in lying in bed. It was clear something was wrong--though I didn't yet know how wrong. Yes, I've quite got over my shock since. After all, I've better things to do than fret over yet another curse. This is mild, so far as curses go. I can speak as I please, I can move as I please. I'm simply in another shape, and not a difficult or displeasing shape in the least. And, really, it will be done with tonight or tomorrow night.
[A longer tendril of hair persists in falling against his face, no matter how often he tries to brush it away.]
Although, if there's one thing I could do without or at least do with some help, it's all this hair. Yes, it's a lovely thing on a lady, but remember that I'm not a lady.
[He fails again to keep that strand of hair at bay, but he's said all he wants, so no matter about it. He leaves the camera focused on his reflection and he can't resist another coquettish smile and wink before pressing the particular button on the side of his Network device to end the video, and the screen goes dark in a--]
[//video post ends || //end filter]
[ooc: Cain is now physically female--still himself in his head, but physically female. And he's pretty :3c But he makes a pretty girl even when he's just in disguise as a girl. Anyway--please disregard the veil and harem-girl costume he's wearing in a lot of his icons: they're the best female!Cain icons I've got, so let's play the ~*imagination game*~ Someone dress him up all pretty or something--?]