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| 27 March, 2007; Apartment Building; Liam Neeson, Mia Kirshner; R |
[Mar. 27th, 2007|04:18 am] |
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[Cross posted to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) liam_q.]
Mia used her hip to shut the door behind her as she brought up one of the last boxes of clothes from the truck. She still wasn't sure who exactly had lent Liam the truck but when she'd looked at the boxes around the apartment at the hotel she was thankful for it. Even more so after they went and picked up the few pieces of furniture and necessities from the stores. Setting the box next to the rest Mia looked over at Liam where he was pushing the two seater couch that had been brought up earlier she smiled a bit. She knew he was still nervous about everything, he'd been fidgeting all day when they'd gone to pick up things, when they'd signed the final bit of paper work for the apartment and gotten the key. Biting her lower lip Mia walked over to stand behind him, just barely brushing a hand against his back. "I think there's just the boxed up bookshelf in the truck, then it's all empty."
"And we leave luxury behind." Liam reached back and pulled Mia beside him. "We won't have much my love, but the bed looks comfy and the big old fashioned bath will definitely hold two." He bent down and kissed her head. "Ready to start unpacking or will we find the glasses and have a drink first?" As he spoke he led her into the kitchen where he had a bottle of wine sitting in a sink full of cold water.
( Luxury can be over rated... ) |
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| Backdated: 12 February, 2007; Rue Royale; Mia Kirshner, Liam Neeson; PG |
[Feb. 21st, 2007|12:28 am] |
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[Crosspoated to liam_q.]
Liam sat quietly on the balcony watching the street decorations for Mardi Gras go up across the road. He drained what had been a large glass of whiskey and rubbed his hand nervously over his eyes waiting for Mia to get home.
Rolling her neck Mia sighed as she walked up the street toward the hotel. The bar had been busier then normal but luckily Mia had only been asked to man the coffee stand and nothing else. Looking up at the decorations Mia frowned. She knew that Liam had talked about leaving, being around more, but she had to wonder if she'd be spending the event by herself. Shaking her head at the though Mia walked up the steps to the hotel and quickly made her way to the room. Stepping inside Mia dropped her purse and kicked off her shoes before feeling a light breeze. "Liam?" she asked surprised to see the balcony door open.
( Home and drinking ) |
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| 5 February, 2007; Oz; Cillian Murphy, Mia Kirshner; PG |
[Feb. 5th, 2007|08:20 pm] |
[Cross posted to prettycillian.]
It's the last song of his second set, and Cillian was ready to get off stage, out of his heels and have a drink before heading home to bed and the warm body he knew would be in it. The thought made him smile a bit as he sang, sashaying around stage, playing to the audience, giving them what they would wanted. It had been a long bloody day...hell, a long bloody month...but on stage, he always drew strength from the audience, it was the afterwards that left him feeling a little wrung out.
Mia ignored the looks that she was getting as she walked through Oz. Liam had a late meeting set up for the day and she wasn't scheduled at the bar until the end of the week. Instead of staying at the hotel all day Mia had decided it would be fun to go out and asked around for places she could go for local entertainment. Which had pointed her here. One of the girls at the hotel had told her it was a little odd but if she could handle the alternate style there it was a lot of fun. Looking toward the stage Mia could hardly believe that the person on stage was really a guy, he looked almost too pretty. Finding an empty table near the back Mia sat down and picked up the menu that was propped up next to the center piece.
( As Cillian ended his song, the audience erupted in applause... ) |
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| 10 January, 2007; Rue Royale; Liam Neeson, Mia Kirshner; PG13 |
[Jan. 10th, 2007|12:08 am] |
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[Cross posted to liam_q.]
Once again Liam had worked long into the night trying to make sense of the mess of the hotel paperwork. Finally he decided enough was enough, shut down his computer, walked away from it all and locked the door behind him. When he opened the door to his room the main light was already off indicating that Mia had given up on him and gone to bed. He quietly undressed and slid between the sheets carefully spooning up behind her.
Kissing her lightly on the neck he whispered, "You awake? I need to talk to you about something and I'm not sure it'll wait til morning."
( I am... ) |
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| 4 January, 2007; Street; Brendan Fraser, Mia Kirshner; PG13 |
[Jan. 4th, 2007|12:50 am] |
[Cross posted on brendan_q.]
Brendan dashed along the narrow street, politely throwing 'excuse me's to passer-by’s he nudged with his box of pralines. He had been told to deliver to a nearby cafe, but needed to get back to make some more for the day's trading. He muffled a 'fuck!' when he bumped into a woman. "Oh ma'am I am so sorry!" he apologized profusely.
Mia blinked a few times as she found her footing, suddenly glad her purse was hooked up over her shoulder instead of held in her hand. When the man that had hit her started apologizing Mia looked up and shook her head. "It's okay, I wasn't watching where I was going much either."
( Are you okay? ) |
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| 28 December, 2006; Rue Royale; Liam Neeson, Mia Kirshner; PG13 |
[Dec. 28th, 2006|12:31 am] |
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[Cross posted to liam_q.]
Even with the chill in the air Mia had pulled on one of her heavier sweaters and a jacket and was currently sitting out on the balcony to their room. She had a sketch pad on her lap and had been doodling things she saw out on the street for the last hour. Or at least she'd been attempting to. Frowning at the page she'd been working on Mia crossed a line through one of the pictures and flipped to a clean page. Tapping the eraser of her pencil to keep the blood flowing in her fingers she sighed. "I use to be able to do this," she mumbled to herself.
Liam had given up on the day's work finding the account books to be totally un-cooperative. There suite was quiet when he entered and Liam wondered briefly where Mia was. Walking quietly towards the french windows he spotted her frustrated form sitting on the balcony. "Hey beautiful," he whispered softly and bent down to lay a gentle kiss to her hair.
( Mia looked up... ) |
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[Dec. 21st, 2006|02:28 am] |
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Christmas is only a few days away, because of the holidays and the influx of people I've been doing a few more shifts at the bar then normal. Not that I think Liam's notice too much, he's not home very much either.
Although considering how work is going I don't know if that's the best place for me to be either. I've been trying to figure out why I reacted so much to the man that flirted with me, Pierce. I think in a lot of ways its because of Liam, because I barely see him. But...still. I've never been the type to do that. And for a moment, I almost forgot that I have Liam.
Maybe tonight I'll go down and eat at a table near the main offices, maybe I'll get to at least see him even if he's on his way to another meeting. |
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| 16 December, 2006; Bayou Blues; Pierce Brosnan, Mia Kirshner; PG13 |
[Dec. 16th, 2006|01:37 am] |
[Cross posted to pierce_q.]
Mia glared at the espresso machine when the alarm went off on it for the third time in the last hour. Even with all her experience serving and making coffee in the past the machine was starting to get on her nerves. She'd already mentioned to her boss a few days earlier she thought a part of it was going but that it would be workable until it was replaced, now she was second guessing herself. Turning the alarm off Mia pulled out a few things to check them before hitting the button again to have it start up. When the alarm didn't go off right away again Mia let out a sigh and shook her head as she walked back over to the sink to finish washing out the dishes.
( Pierce hung around and watched the screen... ) |
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| 9 December; Johnny Depp and Mia Kirshner; near the French Market; G |
[Dec. 9th, 2006|03:19 pm] |
[Cross posted to johnny_quarter.]
It wasn't freezing outside, not exactly, but it was pretty damned cold for New Orleans. What his mother would call "sweater weather," but Johnny hadn't been able to scrounge up a sweater amongst the piles of crap that decorated his studio. So today he wore a beaten-up leather jacket, holdover from his biking all over the country days, maybe the only tangible memory he had of those years other than a few photographs. His guitar wasn't holding tune very well due to the weather, but he didn't have quite enough for this month's rent yet after the big donation he'd made on the first for National AIDS Awareness, so he was playing on his corner near the market to make a little extra, depending on the charity of the locals now that tourist season was over.
Mia was walking down the street, not really sure where she was going but she was just glad to be out of the house. The air was cold enough that she was sure her fingers would be numb if it wasn't for the gloves she wore but not nearly as cold as she knew it could be. Looking in the windows of the shops she passed Mia stopped when she heard the sound of music a few shops away, live music from the sound of it. In this weather? Mia ignored the shops she was walking past and instead stopped a few feet away from where the cause of the music was sitting, ( strumming on a guitar… ) |
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[Nov. 25th, 2006|01:13 am] |
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Well, Halloween came and went, so did Thanksgiving. So far my mood has been fairly steady and fairly blank. I even blew off work once this week just so I could go wander around the French Market hoping to get inspired. I know Liam would hate it if he found out that I was wandering around down there by myself at the hour I was. But at the same time I just felt like I needed it.
I think tomorrow I'll get up early and go down at a more decent hour. |
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[Oct. 29th, 2006|10:55 pm] |
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For some reason the last few weeks my mood has been in a slump. I don't know if it's because of the location change or the way my schedule and Liam's hasn't really meshed since we went out and met his friend. The last few nights when I have been able to stay in the hotel I've tried doing something artistic, something to get out of this funk. Nothing's really working so far.
I think in the next few weeks I might start looking around the area again. See if I can find a nice place me and Liam could move to. I know that we're living free in the hotel he's running but maybe that's it...this doesn't exactly feel much like a home.
Halloween's coming soon. Maybe that will cheer me up. |
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| 28 September, 2006; Bayou Blues; Colin Firth, Mia Kirshner; PG13 |
[Sep. 28th, 2006|06:52 pm] |
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[Cross posted to firth_q.]
Mia smiled gratefully at the man seated on the other side of the bar. The coffee bar had been slow tonight and had agreed to help out with the crowds at the bar when one of the bartenders had come over and pleaded with her. Viggo was off for the evening and she knew she would have gladly helped him out, didn't see a reason not to do the same for the other bartenders. Moving down the side of the bar Mia stopped in front of a guy that had just got up to the bar. "What will you have?" she asked, raising her voice a bit to be heard over the crowds.
"I'd like a scotch - what do you have?" Colin asked, trying not to sound too British as he parked himself on the stool he was lucky enough to come across as the barmaid asked him.
( Mia looked behind her shoulder at the row of bottles... ) |
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[Sep. 13th, 2006|10:45 pm] |
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This last week I've been more tired than usual, but it's been a good tired. Work has been good, a little uneasy at times simply because I'm use to different machines, but good. After packing up to move to New Orleans life seemed to slow down a lot for me. Having something to do a few nights a week I think has helped it pick back up.
Although, on the flip side of that I'm realizing how much I was getting use to being home when Liam got off work. One night I saw him in passing, got in a few kisses and a hug before I left for my shift. It felt...odd. Makes me wonder how it was I could go days without seeing him back in Vegas because of our schedules. Now it feels odd to have the only interaction on a day be me curling into bed beside him, trying not to jar him enough that he'll wake up.
I think I'll need to ask the people I work with for some tips on places around New Orleans I can take Liam out to. Now that I have some money coming in that isn't going into rent for a shitty hole in the wall apartment I just really have the desire to take him out, treat him right...do the things he's been doing since we first met. |
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| 9 September, 2006; Rue Royale Hotel; Liam Neeson, Mia Kirshner; PG13 |
[Sep. 9th, 2006|03:14 am] |
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[Cross posted to liam_q.]
Liam rolled his shoulders and straightened up from the paper work on his desk. "Think it's time I gave up for the night," Liam said as he walked past his secretary's desk only to shake his head when he realized he'd let her go home over an hour ago. "Good idea Mr Neeson," he answered himself and locked the door behind him.
One of the benefits of living in the hotel, Liam mused as he stepped out of the elevator and slid his key card in the lock.
Mia looked up from the disarray of clothes she'd pulled out from the closet at the sound of the door opening. "Hey," she called out, only then realizing what a mess she'd created. After leaving the bar and Viggo Mia had gone home trying to find something she could wear. Unlike the cafe back at home her new employer didn't care what she wore as long as she didn't look too...trampy as the man had said. Now it was just a matter of what she'd wear and not get heartbroken over if it was wrecked. "How was your day?"
( Can I ask what you are doing? Or is this a 'woman' thing? ) |
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| 1 September, 2006; Bayou Blues; Viggo Mortensen, Mia Kirshner; PG13 |
[Sep. 1st, 2006|02:20 am] |
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[Cross posted to viggo_q.]
When the street lights came on Mia had to start wondering exactly what time it was. She hadn't gotten use to the subtle differences of New Orleans, how long the sun was up was one of them. Shifting the bag she had brought with her back around so it rested on her back she headed further down the street. All day she'd been trying to familiarize herself with the city as well as scope out some potential places she could work at.
Logically Mia knew she could easily pick up some waitress job but honestly Mia was hoping to find something else. But at the rate things were going Mia had a feeling she'd end up taking a waitressing job. Even though Mia couldn't say she didn't enjoy not having to worry about fiances Mia didn't want to rely on Liam to support her. She'd never done that and didn't intend to start now.
( Mia bit her lip in thought... ) |
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