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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writers_fen:28187</id>
    <author>
      <name>Anika-Amadi</name>
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    <lj:poster user="just2hands"/>
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    <title>Um, Introductions?</title>
    <published>2008-07-17T04:26:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-17T04:27:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sometimes all it takes is that one step, and that leads to a life time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have stayed in Gloucester after high school, hey I could have stayed at UMASS in Worcester and stuck near my family, but...  there's something more out there, something bigger. Something better. Not just for me, for &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; of us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to find it. I'm going to find it.  My name is Anika-Amadi. I'm a Med Student.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I know it sounds silly because I only have two hands. And I can't change the world, right? But ever since I was a little girl I believed that - if I can't change the world for the better - maybe I can help someone who will.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writers_fen:28154</id>
    <author>
      <name>Gene Siskel</name>
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    <title>writers_fen @ 2008-07-13T17:06:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-13T21:18:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-13T23:20:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm Gene Siskel, film commentator for the Chicago Tribune and co-host of "Siskel and Ebert". Obviously I'm here under the fictionalized premise that I had not died nine years ago due to complications from brain surgery, and that I've spent the last nine years living, being a successful critic and columnist, and being a happy part of a family, newspaper, and tv show. Frankly, I think I would have wanted it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write primarily about movies, the entertainment industry, actors, filmmakers, Hollywood practices and techniques, and of course I write for the paying audiences that make the movies what they are more than any critic possibly could. I also occasionally cover Chicago sports. I can't help it. I love the Bulls and the Sox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a wonderful wife and three beautiful kids. Call me a softie, but being a husband and father means infinitely more to me than being a critic. My family is all the happiness I could ever possibly get out of life. That's not to say I don't love my job. On the contrary, I'm competitive and passionate about my work as a journalist.There's a certain amount of duty a guy feels to be in the know, to be sharp, and to get the readers thinking. And despite my argumentative side, I really do like people and enjoy meeting and talking to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can do justice to the topics and measure up to so many of the other writers here. For the Chicago Tribune, I'm Gene Siskel.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writers_fen:27822</id>
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    <title>Mode Note:  Recommended Post -  Lessons Learned in Revision</title>
    <published>2008-07-09T09:47:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-09T09:50:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='theferrett' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://theferrett.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://theferrett.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;theferrett&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is one of most widely read bloggers on Livejournal. There is a reason for that. Even his everyday banter is crisp, entertaining and interesting. Recently, Ferrett attended the Clarion Writer's conference.  The whole series this past week about what went on there definitely inspired me to find some way, somehow to go myself .  However,  the best post of all is this morning's post, &lt;a href="http://theferrett.livejournal.com/1124883.html?view=57119763#t57119763"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lessons Learnd In Revision&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came away with the feeling that I had just been hit over the head by the Writer's Cosmic Clue by Four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of us who write fiction, I cannot recommend it enough. If you never read another entry of Ferrett's LJ, please read this one. You will come away having learned something, I promise. I know I sure as hell did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Ferrett, for letting  the rest of us in on some of the lessons you got out of Clarion! :-)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writers_fen:27601</id>
    <author>
      <email>pilot.jaina@gmail.com</email>
      <name>Sarah Jane Smith</name>
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    <title>Hullo</title>
    <published>2008-07-09T01:46:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-09T01:46:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh, sometimes I wonder if there will ever be a moment in my life where I don't have to yet again introduce myself.  It's alright, I suppose.  I rather do love meeting new people, after all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Sarah Jane Smith, then, from Earth and a journalist for the &lt;i&gt;Metropolitan&lt;/i&gt; at that.  Don't let my column on women's lib deceive you, though.  I've been quite busy recently trying to work my way into investigative work.  Well, when not busy travelling, that is.  My best friend, you see, has this lovely little habit to draw me away from my career for months on end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is the Doctor, if you've heard of him by chance.  Amazing man with this even more amazing ship, you see.  She's called the TARDIS and takes us all over time and space.  Quite the life, really, even if we do have a horrible habit of finding trouble more often than not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still?  I doubt I'd trade it for anything.  Except, perhaps, a good cuppa.</content>
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    <author>
      <name>Lucy McClane</name>
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    <title>Introductions and all that</title>
    <published>2008-07-08T02:21:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-08T02:21:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Name's Lucy McClane. McClane as in John McClane, the cop that can't keep his nose out of the business of terrorists and criminals. Currently on I'm summer break from Rutgers, staying with my Dad in New York and running away from the country whenever I can make the trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago this week I was kidnapped by a computer hacker turned terrorist. Jerk put a gun to my head, basically treated me like crap and then got a bullet to the chest. My luck it didn't put him down. Yeah, I'm still dealing with issues from that but, you know, life goes on.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writers_fen:26953</id>
    <author>
      <email>justalilcontact@livejournal.com</email>
      <name>Rogue</name>
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    <title>Introduction | Rogue</title>
    <published>2008-07-06T02:53:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-06T03:02:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I ain’t so good at these introduction things. I keep thinkin’ I’m s’posed to make some kinda lastin’ impression. Not only a lastin’ impression but a &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; one. Who can handle that kinda pressure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were all guys, I’d flash my cleavage and be done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no. It’s not even visual, so pssh. I gotta do the talk thing which I’m totally okay with, it’s just I can’t really be bothered to think of anythin’ good to say. I mean, what is there? My name’s Rogue (better than Madonna thanks, but just as lackin’ in the last name). I currently live in Princeton but I travel a lot to New York for work. I'm in Princeton cos it's where my fiancé--Dr. Robert Chase--is. I moved here a few months back before we did the whole engaged thing, but now we're doin' the engaged thing and I'm a crap bride-to-be. I keep forgettin' what I'm s'posed to be doin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job ain’t somethin’ I can talk about, and I guess I shouldn’t even call it a job. It’s a community service, or whatever. It sure as shit ain’t a cause, okay? Well, okay maybe it is. But I wear leather, so it’s fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I like talkin’ about sex, I also like havin’ it but that’s a whole other kettle of fish, or whatever, so get your minds out of the damn gutters. There’s few that I’ll both talk to about sex, and have it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flirt, I swear, I get girlish, I like leather and all kindsa naughty things, I drink whiskey, I adore Spongebob Squarepants, I’m an insomniac, I can switch my moods at the drop of a hat, and yes the streaks are real, but no you can’t get ‘em at a hairdresser. These you only get from dyin’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…And I’m nice, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, hey.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writers_fen:26691</id>
    <author>
      <name>Father Caleb</name>
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    <title>Stop me if you've heard this one before... Father Caleb</title>
    <published>2008-07-04T18:08:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-04T18:08:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">There was girl, her name was Buffy, and she was mighty. Filled with a reason and a purpose that sent most evil folks back under the rocks they'd crawled out from under. The Slayer's good works were so many that the First knew that she needed to be stopped. That's when the First came to me, and took me into her not-so-gentle embrace. Gifted with powers that only I can contain, I am the First's own Chosen One, and it is my duty to spread her word, to make her mighty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And kill as many dirty girls along the way as I possibly can... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If y'all want to know more about me, drop on by my journal. Got lots of stories there, but not all of them are for the weak of stomach. I work in mysterious ways, and some down right straight forward ones too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='firsts_chosen_1' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://firsts-chosen-1.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://firsts-chosen-1.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;firsts_chosen_1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writers_fen:26384</id>
    <author>
      <name>Sawyer</name>
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    <title>Message in a Bottle - James "Sawyer" Ford</title>
    <published>2008-07-04T17:54:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-04T17:54:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Anyway if you're reading this, guess you found that bottle I tossed into the ocean. My name's Sawyer. I'm lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got me in a little bit of trouble, and then on my way back to Los Angeles the stupid plane crashed on some fucked up island. Thousands of miles off course, I'm stuck here with a bunch of people that I never met before. Over the past months some of them I'd call friends, others I wouldn't spit on if they were on fire. Hell I'd get marshmallows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is all kinds of weird. There's somekind of monster made out of smoke. Almost all of us have seen dead people. Hell I shot a god damned polar bear! Wondered where that thing came from until the Others threw me into its former home. Lived on fish biscuts after I figured out how to work the gizmo that delivered 'em. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a conman back in the real world. Ain't too different from that now. Fell in love too with a girl named Kate, but she can't seem to make up her mind between me and Jack. Ah Jack....self righteous know it all jerk...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writers_fen:26136</id>
    <author>
      <name>Captain Malcolm Reynolds</name>
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    <title>Nice to Meet Y'all - I'm Malcolm Reynolds</title>
    <published>2008-07-04T17:32:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-04T17:32:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Got me a little cargo ship by the name of Serenity. If you need something hauled, send us a wave, and we'll get back to you as soon as possible. Don't matter if it's exactly a legal job neither. Anytime I can slip something on past the Alliance it's a good day for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fought for Independence during the war. Was a Browncoat. Might have been the losing side, but I still ain't sure it was the wrong one. History books are writen by the winners after all, and I'm sure in a few more years they'll be making us out to have been as savage as the Reavers they used to say were a myth. Ruttin' Alliance always pokin' it nose into business it don't belong in, but turns its eyes 'way from a problem it created. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to know more 'bout me and mine, just drop by my logs at &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='cptmalreynolds' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://cptmalreynolds.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://cptmalreynolds.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;cptmalreynolds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writers_fen:25898</id>
    <author>
      <name>Dr. Henry Jones aka Indiana Jones</name>
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    <lj:poster user="prof_fedora"/>
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    <title>Intro</title>
    <published>2008-07-04T16:44:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-04T16:44:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Never one&amp;nbsp;for formalities, but I guess I'll introduce myself anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name's Dr.&amp;nbsp;Henry Jones. I'm an archaeologist that teaches history to a bunch of kids at Marshall College in Conneticut. My primary goal is to open up the world and show them all it's riches. It's rewarding to say the least. When I'm not in the classroom, you might find me moonlighting as an 'obtainer of rare antiquities'. It's a dirty job, but&amp;nbsp;someone has to do it.&amp;nbsp;This leads me into&amp;nbsp;some rather..interesting situations, with some very interesting people and in some very interesting places.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&amp;nbsp;if you have any questions regarding anything pertaining to history,&amp;nbsp;feel free to stop by my office at the school. I'm almost always there. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writers_fen:25798</id>
    <author>
      <name>Altaaf Khan</name>
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    <title>Introduction</title>
    <published>2008-07-04T16:09:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-04T16:34:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">One day, when I was a child, I came home from playing with my friend Sufi to find my mother and father being hosts to a wanted terrorist.  It was clear from the fear in their eyes that he wasn't welcome, but they had no choice.  He showed me his AK-47, but I refused to take it.  Later that evening, I remember my little sister walking into the room just as the masked men forced themselves through the door and opened fire.  I didn't know it then, but they were police.  In all the smoke that filled our house, only I lived.  They killed my family, including my little sister.  The eyes of the man in the mask haunt me to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taken away, and a few days later I found that I was adopted by Inayat Khan and his wife Neelima, who had just lost their own son.  Khan-saab was the IG of the Kashmir police.  Slowly I came to call them &lt;i&gt;ammi&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;abba&lt;/i&gt;.  I still had nightmares, but I was happy again.  Until the day, when I was eleven, that I found a mask in Khan-saab's desk.  It was then I realized, he was the man in the mask...the man who had led the attack on my family's home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to kill him that night with his revolver, but I was too scared, so I ran away.  I was taken in by a Pathan, Hilal, and I was trained as a jihadist.  He called me his child, and his missile.  Now, it is ten years later, and I am back in India-controlled Kashmir, to carry out his orders and Mission: Kashmir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also to kill Khan-saab.  My name is Altaaf Khan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;small&gt;(OOC: Altaaf is from the 2000 Bollywood movie, &lt;i&gt;Mission Kashmir&lt;/i&gt;, as such I will be keeping him pre-9/11, although if he learns of that and the subsequent wars in Afghanistan and Iraq, he'll deal with it.  He is open for RP, as despite being a terrorist bent on personal revenge, he's a nice guy.)&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writers_fen:25570</id>
    <author>
      <name>Kara Thrace</name>
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    <title>Introduction</title>
    <published>2008-07-04T13:03:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-04T13:03:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I suppose I might as well introduce myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name's Kara Thrace.&amp;nbsp; I'm a viper pilot, flight instructor and one of the best shots in the colonial fleet.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I've spent the past four years running and fighting for my life and the lives of thirty thousand other souls after our homeworld was destroyed.&amp;nbsp; I've spent time in a dollhouse of a POW facility, where a cylon wanted me to be his happy bride,&amp;nbsp; spent time on irradiated worlds, even was listed as dead for a while.&amp;nbsp; Though I don't remember it that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently we found the way to Earth by teaming up with a group of cylons who wanted the war to end as much as we did.&amp;nbsp; In that time I found out the man i'd married two years before was a cylon,&amp;nbsp; as were three others i'd served with.&amp;nbsp; Right now I don't even know if I may be one.&amp;nbsp; All I know is that the home we expected ti find is nothing but a wasteland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I tend toe be a little more cynical and bitter these days...</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writers_fen:25209</id>
    <author>
      <name>dr_luka_kovac</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="dr_luka_kovac"/>
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    <title>In response to the Tammys</title>
    <published>2008-07-03T13:53:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-03T13:53:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a310/AzizalSaqr/ThankyouWM.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writers_fen:24966</id>
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    <title>Mod Note</title>
    <published>2008-07-01T22:51:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-01T22:51:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Some of you the members have indicated a concern for the storylines that you write ending up being "borrowed" by others outside of &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='writers_muses' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/writers_muses/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/writers_muses/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;writers_muses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and indeed off of Livejournal itself.  The general rule of thumb is to cover your kiester and insure your creativity. We want you to feel safe and we want to lessen the chances of someone stealing what you, our members write. I can understand your concerns. I am a screenwriter, too, and sometimes within the cesspool of unoriginality that is Hollywood filmmaking and indeed in novel writing,  things get ripped off. We certainly do not want that to happen to anyone here.  We have some top drawer writers with great ideas and your safety matters to us.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I am putting down the policy that as writer within this community, please feel free to friends lock your posts on &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='writers_muses' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/writers_muses/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/writers_muses/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;writers_muses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Does this mean you are going to be 100% protected if someone decides to steal your plotline?  No. Unfortunately, it doesn't.  But it will at least slow the less-than-honest down a little bit and give more of an avenue by which to go after someone if the worst were to happen.  If you have not added the community to your friends list, you might want to do that in order to read the things that others who do lock their posts put up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for airing your concerns and coming to us with things like this. We want to make it a safe place for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mods</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writers_fen:24678</id>
    <author>
      <name>itsjimmyangelov</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="itsjimmyangelov"/>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://community.livejournal.com/writers_fen/24678.html"/>
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    <title>Howdy Pardners...</title>
    <published>2008-06-29T22:24:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-29T22:24:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Did I sound like a real cowboy?&amp;nbsp; I think sometimes I would have made a good one, with a black hat, and spurs, and a big horse, because every cowboy has to have his own horse. Right?&amp;nbsp; Anyway, My name's Jimmy, Jimmy Angelov or J-Boy, and I'm looking for my girlfriend Gillian, Gilly with the red hair, we had a little bit of a fight, but, not too bad, so, I know she'll be back, if you see her, tell her Jimmy is looking for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OOC...I had to bring him in with the arrival if Sally and the Aunts...muhahaha)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writers_fen:24511</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://community.livejournal.com/writers_fen/24511.html"/>
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    <title>writers_muses Introduction: Frances &amp; Jet Owens</title>
    <published>2008-06-29T20:04:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-29T20:07:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Aunt Jet:  Oh, Look Fanny! There's Sally *waving* Hellooooo, my darling! Look! There's Sally! Sallyeee!!!  *looking around* I don't see Gilly, though. Hmm...I just wonder where she might be. Oh, well! I am sure she will show up soon. Fanny have you seen Gilly? *looks around through the sea of people*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Frances: Sit down, Jet. You are going to embarrass poor Sally and then she'll start complaining about not having any friends again. By the way your slip is showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Jet: It is? Oh, my! *covers up and shifts uncomfortably*  And there are all these people looking at us. *forced smile and a fingerwave* Hellooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Frances: My! Look at all these people. *huskily and trying to sound ever-so-mysterious* Hello. I am Frances Owens and this is my sister, Jet. I think my niece, Sally has already given her introduction.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Jet: *finger wiggle* Helloooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Frances: *irritated* Yes, you just said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Jet: Yes, I know. conspiratorially to her sister* Do we have enough tequila for this many? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Frances: I don't know. I was more worried about the limes. I &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; we have enough salt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Jet: Well of course we do, Darling. We're Witches! Where would we be without salt? It's sort of one of our tools in trade! *giggles* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Frances: *ignoring her sister's last quip and addressing the group again* My...there are so very many of you! As you might have guessed, my sister and my niece, well, we're a bit..&lt;i&gt;different.&lt;/i&gt;  We just thought we would join this little group. We've heard so much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Jet: And seen it, too! We've been looking in our scrying mirror and we feel like we know so many...*gasps as her sister's elbow lands in her ribs to silence her* Ooof! Oww! What did you do that for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Frances:  Do what?  *giving a brilliant smile and feigned innocence* Anyway...We are getting forward to knowing more about each of you.  And we hope that you will not be strangers and come by sometime.  So.....*looks around the room* Anyone need any help with their love life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt; OOC: Jet and Frances (Fanny) are new to LJ, &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='writers_muses' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/writers_muses/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/writers_muses/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;writers_muses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and are very personable, if not a little strange. They definitely look forward to meeting more of the members and are open to RP. :)&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writers_fen:24247</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://community.livejournal.com/writers_fen/24247.html"/>
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    <title>Introduction: Sally Owens</title>
    <published>2008-06-29T19:15:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-29T19:19:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yes, I know the stories that the Aunts have told my sister Gilly and me, ever since we were little girls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'For over two hundred years, we Owens women have been blamed for everything that has ever gone wrong in this town..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after our parents died, Gilly and I and of course the Aunts,  were always blamed for everything. We were always teased and taunted by our classmates. Aunt Jet used to simply explain that we Owens women always created a stir, and then she and Aunt Frances and she would both in one form or another proceed to stir the pot in the community with their love spells that could be bought for a price.   And always there was the strange assortment of animals that always lived in and around the huge Victorian house that we call home. Some said they were mythological beasts, when really the most exotic thing we ever had around here was a ferret that got lose from our classmate, Donnie Lanham because he kept lighting its tail on fire!   I think for as long as I can remember, Gilly and I have always wanted to get free of this place, away from the called out taunts and the blame for every petty little natural occurrence that ever happens to anyone else. If codependency were a Country, Crescent Harbor would be its undisputed capital city. Gillian has been spending more and more time away from home with that swimming pool salesman. It looks and feels like it could be serious. Me, I think I am going to stick my nose back in a book and hopefully not have to think about it too much right now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better get to bed. Tomorrow I go to the bank to see if I can get a loan for my store, &lt;i&gt;Verbena&lt;/i&gt;.  If I am stuck in this place, I may as well make a go of it doing something I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1&amp;quot;"&gt; OOC: Sally is a muse I have had for awhile and am breathing new life into, hopefully, here in WM. She is pretty chatty at times and is completely open to RP. :)&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writers_fen:24047</id>
    <author>
      <name>Dr Riley Browne</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="pullmysteth"/>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://community.livejournal.com/writers_fen/24047.html"/>
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    <title>INTRO | Dr Riley Browne</title>
    <published>2008-06-29T03:43:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-29T03:43:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This is all new to me. Usually when I'm introducing myself, it's more along the lines of "Hi, I'm Dr Browne. Please bend over, this is going to hurt a little." But in the world without latex gloves and syringes, my name is Riley Browne, I'm 25 and based in Princeton, New Jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a doctor working towards specialties in Emergency Medicine and Intensive Care. Right now I'm working in the Emergency Room at Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital and doing my residency there (which has now come to be a large portion of why I've ended up in therapy). Previously, I finished my med degree at Edinburgh University followed by a year internship at the Royal Edinburgh Infirmary in Scotland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm part of a twin set, though we're far from identical. My lil sis by three minutes is Tab Browne (&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='asinthecity' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://asinthecity.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://asinthecity.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;asinthecity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). She's a rocker and fronts her own band in New York. We're as close as about any twin set can be and leaving her to move to Scotland for three years was the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else really to know. I have nothing much to hide, so feel free to ask me any questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Riley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;- Riley is an Original Character based in the House, M.D. fandom. He is connected to a few other House canon muses floating around the place and also to Original Character, &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='asinthecity' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://asinthecity.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://asinthecity.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;asinthecity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writers_fen:23727</id>
    <author>
      <name>the ashtray girl</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="campjesus"/>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://community.livejournal.com/writers_fen/23727.html"/>
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    <title>introduction</title>
    <published>2008-06-25T18:39:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-25T18:40:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Aight. Nutshell time. Name's Brody. Live in New York. Hooker. Like to party, am apparently Jesus. Still workin' on that water-into-wine trick. Sup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[[ brody is friendly and open to rp. he's also an original character from a story i am very slowly writing, detailing his experience at a religious ex-gay camp. it basically ruined his life and now he's all fucked up. hooray! \o/ all of his posts are open for ic comments. idc. i'm easy. ]]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writers_fen:23469</id>
    <author>
      <name>dr_luka_kovac</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="dr_luka_kovac"/>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://community.livejournal.com/writers_fen/23469.html"/>
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    <title>From the Mods</title>
    <published>2008-06-24T04:19:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-24T04:19:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">As many of you know, we, the Mods of Writers Muses have a no tolerance policy toward the drama that is allowed to go on in and around some Communities. In the 42 weeks we have been in operation we have been proud to say that our members have honored our request for this Community to be a safe haven from wank, and simply a place for some of the finest writers to come and express themselves in a safe space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were proud to have laid claim to all of that before yesterday/early this morning when the post was made to the Mun Prompt which I created.   Sometimes even we the mods do not make the best choices for prompts, and such was the case yesterday. If we had thought for an instant that it would have incited further hurt feelings and opening up of raw wounds, it never would have been posted. However, intentional or unintentional, it happened.  The offending post and the prompt have been removed and the mun and their muses have removed themselves from the community. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It is our hope that there is never again a need for us to write a post such as this, and we are here to encourage others to do the same, none of us are here to spread negativity, there is enough of that elsewhere in the world.  So, that said, we value you our members, and we stand by our commitment to keep Writers Muses as a safe haven for those who share our joy of the written word. Thank you for being part of our vision.  If anyone has anything that they need to have addressed, we hope that you the membership will turn to the mods and let us help in keeping this group the safe haven that we envision it to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JD on behalf of the Writers Muses Mods</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writers_fen:23292</id>
    <author>
      <name>Donna Noble</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="noble_ginger"/>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://community.livejournal.com/writers_fen/23292.html"/>
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    <title>An Apology</title>
    <published>2008-06-24T00:35:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-24T00:35:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Earlier today, actually at four in the morning, I wrote a mun prompt response that, given the current climate and issues that had been going on, was extremely ill advised.  First of all, I assure you that it was not then, nor is it now, in any way an "attack" on any writer here or elsewhere.  It was, simply, a declaration of my personal feelings on the topic, and a statement of my view on how I feel about the topic's issues as they were presented, which are views I have posted privately before.  No individuals were mentioned, nor specifically intended.  However, it was far more strongly stated than was advisable, and for that, I do apologize profusely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, it was viewed by some people I respect greatly as a criticism of them, and that, as well, was not intended.  To those persons, I deeply apologize.  I failed to remember that as stressed and as raw as my feelings have been lately, so have been the feelings of others.  Overall, given the situation, it was very poor judgment on my part to have posted that prompt response.  I have removed it from Donna's journal, and again, I truly apologize to anyone who may have been offended, and to the mods.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writers_fen:22792</id>
    <author>
      <name>Malynn</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="mirroredwhisper"/>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://community.livejournal.com/writers_fen/22792.html"/>
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    <title>writers_fen @ 2008-06-22T16:24:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-22T22:31:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-22T22:31:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey there everyone, I'm just introducing Malynn into the community.&amp;nbsp; She's a little....strange.&amp;nbsp; That's probably the safest way to explain this little one.&amp;nbsp; If you want to interact with her at all, drop us a line, she'd love to play.&amp;nbsp; Obviously she is up for anything and everything.&amp;nbsp; *chuckles*</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writers_fen:22661</id>
    <author>
      <name>Awetitu</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="awetitu"/>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://community.livejournal.com/writers_fen/22661.html"/>
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    <title>writers_fen @ 2008-06-22T00:51:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-22T04:53:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-26T19:47:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey all, Awi here.  Posting to kinda introduce myself.  I'm never really sure what to put in places like this, but I'm the writer for Parker Lane...I have no idea where he's going to take me next, and I hope y'all will enjoy the ride as much as I do. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can talk to him if y'all want to, I'm sure he'd appreciate listening to what you have to say, but with casts everywhere at the moment, I'm not sure how likely he is to write back.  Casts, you say? Yes says I, and you'll find out why in due time.  Consider that your teasicle for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a good listener, but a better storyteller than I am, but I'm hoping to do him justice, seeing as he can't write right now.  Ask me later, I swear! lol</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writers_fen:22417</id>
    <author>
      <name>Dionysus</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="drunk_god"/>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://community.livejournal.com/writers_fen/22417.html"/>
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    <title>Introduction</title>
    <published>2008-06-22T01:33:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-22T01:33:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey there everyone, I'm Dionysus.&amp;nbsp; For those who might not get the idea from the name alone, I'm the Greek God of Wine along with a few other things. &amp;nbsp; Just thought I'd say hi to everyone and introduce myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hi!&amp;nbsp; I'm open to chats and such, so nudge me if you've got something to say, want to talk or even want to party.&amp;nbsp;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writers_fen:22046</id>
    <author>
      <name>Sariel, Ατριήλ, זהריןאל</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="seraphsariel"/>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://community.livejournal.com/writers_fen/22046.html"/>
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    <title>Another Introduction</title>
    <published>2008-06-18T23:45:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-18T23:45:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm Sariel.  My old job used to involve stabbing and killing things with sharp sticks on occasion, some paperwork, and a lot of slacking off.  My new job is mostly just paperwork and making sure stupid things don't happen, like the Styx becoming overly polluted.  It's an after living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice to meet you lot, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Sariel's from my comic series, and while most prompts are generally canon, I'm curious to see how she blends in with other people's muses, so feel free to bother her.))</content>
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