Cheeky Actress

The Cowardly Lion

I'm a twin, but I'm the pretty one!

Gifts with big red bows on 'em!

Lilly heard the door lock behind her as she stood in the middle of the room. With a melancholy sigh, she investigated her surroundings. The room was too small for her liking and was furnished sparingly too. All the creature comforts that she had become a custom to were greatly lacking here. There were no fine sheets, no sweet wash-water to bath in, and the room itself lacked a woman’s touch. She sighed again and walked to the window. Pulling back the curtain she looked down at the street below. Strange that she had traveled thousands of miles and still she was a prisoner. She watched the sun set over the western ocean and soon took to striking a candle for light. She searched to room for a book, but there were none to be found. “You there!” She shouted from the other side of the locked door. The guard turned his eye to the door. “Aye? What do you want?” His tone was less than happy. “There is nothing in here for me to read. Do see if the Captain has something for me. Perhaps one of the books upon his desk? I shall die of boredom in here if I have nothing to entertain myself!” There was no reply from the other side. “Here, do you here me?” “I hear you just fine…as does the rest of the Inn. My orders were to keep you where you are and the Captain said nothing about entertaining you!” She felt her temper flair. “Listen to me you silly little…I am to be kept here for my safety and I am not to be treated as some..some prisoner!” All she could hear was laughter on the other side….and all the guard could hear were the sounds of Lilly trashing the room. Everything that wasn’t nailed down was being thrown against the door. In a panic, the guard opened the door, only to receive a blow by a pillow. “Now listen to me! I will not be treated poorly!” She yelled at the guard. “Now…find me something to read…preferably a comedy!” With that the guard gathered his composer and existed the room, once again locking the door behind him.

(Shuttering) I cannot believe you took a photo of that! It's like a train wreck...you can't help but stare in horror!

Merrydeath, were you there last weekend (Saturday, August 19th?!) Good God woman, don't be shy..(and something tells me your not) step up and say 'ello!' The coat was a gift from my dear Captain. HE use to wear it in his younger years. The cut dates about the time of the English Civil War. I had second thoughts about wearing it last weekend due to the fact it was very humid. Anything to look good, eh? By the way...the 'wench burn' is still tender!

Twitterpated

You're welcome Cap'n Pete. Any time I can help. (Looking at the shot)....GOOD GOD! Why is it that Rateye looks wonderful (of course, being up for 48 hours doesn't phase him). And I'm the one that looks drunk?! Something isn't right. YIKES...I've even got 'wench burn'!

Thank you Dearie! This would be a load of fun if we can swing it. AND....if we are productive on Saturday...we can wear our period correct stuff that day

Well...she's got a nice tail on her! I think you chose wisely, Cap'n. Great shot!

Oh...um...perhaps I should have asked before I posted the infamous blackmail shot. I can sum up this shot in five words....booze and lack of sleep! But both of you were just a joy to watch...(by the way...not into that...sorry). But if you feel 'unsettled' by the shot...Just say the word and I will pull it! As for Sunday, September 4th...I'm gonna see if the Captain can join us! He'll be in town for that weekend. It being my birthday and all.... Okay...if any one asks...I'm old.

Lookie there Rateye! You're character swaping...and you didn't even know it! Looks like you can go from 'Middlin sort' to Flop is seconds flat!

Lap Dog!

Pray Good Cap'n...is this the BLACKMAIL in which you speak?!

Ney, Good gentle...'twas asked by the pale-faced wench to demonstrate to her how to, (clearing throat)..."Eat my Meat". T'were a sight to see! I am surprised that you didn't choke to death as you sat across from me, Rateye!

Dear Lady Captain, You are mistaken...here have another ale and polish that cannon!

Lollipop...lollipop...oh, lolli lollipop!

I met some crew members from the Archangel, as evidenced in the photo above....Skittles, Young Elizabeth, Cheeky Actress, Andrew March, Jeff "Sven", me "Cap'n Pete (interestingly, another Jeff), Diane "Sven's favorite)....Not Yet Arrived: Rateye (actually, another Jeff!) Here is our ship's cutter - Rateye! It was wonderful meeting up with you Cap'n Pete!

Oh Cap'n Pete.... REALLY Looking forward to whatever Blackmail prints you have... especially of Cheeks!!!! Dearest Captain.... There are no BLACKMAIL photographs of myself. Oh Cap'n Pete...do tell him that I was a 'good girl'! But Cap'n Pete, you did miss a bit of banter with the whores around 6 pm at the Turkey Leg booth. Very witty indeed!

Really?! With all that dirty and mud on them...how could you tell?

Thank you Duchess.... This must be a new ruling. Years ago, actors, playtrons and paying folk were able to go bare foot if they liked because the ground could be free of glass and sharp items. I think it more to be a liability issue now. No Faire wishes someone to come back and sue them because they were not watching where they were going, step on a bee, a cigarette, or stub their toe. It takes all kinds! P.S. I must remember not to type anger! I re-read some of my earlier text... That and making such an late night entry to boot!

Hmm...another visit to the Faire? Okay...but this time I'm wearing my Pakistani belly-dancer outfit. Gee...you can't get in trouble there for wearing close to nothing at Bristol as I saw this past weekend while walking about. No dress code here...especially when you have families with children walking about!

'Ello Pete! Yes, I completely forgot the tankard of stout you were carrying...and as for the reentry that day with you and Rateye in tow... When the Polo Nazi asked to see what was in all our pouches; (due to Pyrate profiling), he was only paying attention to you two! He completely ignored me. He made no effort to talk nor examine my pouch for any items that would do damage, hide a bottle of wine or something. Ladies! Have a ball! It's a free-for-all! The security at Bristol is only looking to deal with MALE pyrates of questionable appearance (sorry guys), so you will have no problem carrying what ever you like! Idiots!

Okay people, what is happening to Ren Faires when rules are set in place in order to spoil fun for happy go-lucky playtrons like us, all in the name of the all mighty dollar? As I mentioned on the Raid site (Bristol Ren Faire) a group of us decided to visit Bristol Ren Faire on Saturday. In stead of having a leisure day enjoying ourselves, we were confronted with stupid rule after stupid rule. First, Cap’n Pete Straw had entered the event prior to our group, had been in the faire for about ½ hour then exited the faire (got stamped for return access) to see if he could meet up with us outside. Upon trying to reenter, Pete was told that he could not bring his hook with him. He explained to the guards he had been in the Faire with it no more than 15 mins. ago. They denied him access unless he got rid of the hook. He had to put it back in the car (not a very happy Pyrate)! The funny thing is that Cap’n Pete had been to the Bristol Faire at least two times prior to this day’s event and had no trouble with wearing the hook. I understand that the Faire does have a rule that all costume weapons can be worn, provided they are peace-tied at all times. Now really, how can you piece-tie a hook?! Second, Rateye arrived in good spirits and entered the gate with us. With in seconds of entering the front gate, he was told by security that ‘bare feet’ were not permitted upon site! I’ve been to several different Faires and this is the first time I’ve ever heard of this rule?! I know that there are several actors that perform barefooted to boot (sorry about the pun)! Unless this is a health violation, please explain this to me?! Third, our group decided to step out of the ‘village of the Faire’ to the parking lot to grab a bit of lunch. We all decided to pack food to save on the cost of eating a $6 gyro. No sooner were we sitting down to eat, we were addressed once again by the ‘White Polo Shirt Guards’. We were told there was no ‘tailgating’. Granted, management had posted upon the wall of the Faire that you cannot bring outside food or drink into the Faire and that there was to be no consumption of alcohol on Faire property other than inside the gate. But there was no mention of no eating in parking lot! The Guard stated that the parking lot was part of the Faire grounds. So, we packed up and headed down the road to eat. Lastly, if Fairs has gone to the extent of making these places a place of fantasy and fun, they should at least ‘dress’ their security too. I’ve have been to several Faires where the security has been dressed as the Queen’s guards, “Blue guards”, and even dryads (sp?). I probably will think twice about going back to Bristol. Perhaps I am going off on a rant, but I see no point to some of these stupid rules. But on that day...we were Pyrates, as Andrew March stated. We pushed the limits, we broke the rules, and still had some fun. Thank you for letting me vent!

I wouldn't miss Salem for the world, Dear Captain! I will be there standing on the deck of the Friendship's in Pickering Warf! Hopefully not tied to the Ship's mast, but a gal can dream, can't she?