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NAME: Jenivi7
JOURNAL: jenivi7
EMAIL: polgara@sbcglobal.net
AIM: xJenivi7x
CHARACTER NAME: Penny
FANDOM: Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog
CANON: Penny is spirited away to Paradisa near the end of the story, just as the soon-to-be super villain, Dr. Horrible, interrupts the press conference in which her current boyfriend, Captain Hammer, has just humiliated her by carelessly sharing the intimate details of their relationship, with the entire world. At the exact point she's pulled away she is ducked behind a row of chairs, Captain hammer is frozen by the freeze ray and Dr. Horribly is terrorizing the room, but she hasn't yet made the connection that the doctor and her friend Billy are one and the same.
Loss:
Penny would happily give away her last mean or the shoes off her feet to help someone so her loss is the ability to give an item to someone. Specifically, when she hands an item to another person with the intention of giving it to them, something will happen to the item (examples: someone will drop it and it will roll somewhere irretrievable or something will steal it) or, if the other person somehow manages to obtain the item anyways, it will simply disappear. Penny may still leave an item somewhere for someone else and this doesn't apply to food she may cook for one or more people. As long as they retrieve it from the stove or from a serving plate themselves and she doesn't try to hand it to them.
This also does not apply to items that are stolen from Penny. She is still vulnerable to thieves and pickpockets.
About:
Penny is kind. She likes children, she likes animals, she never has a bad word to say about anyone and once she learned how meat made it to the super market, she couldn't bring herself to eat it anymore.
Penny is generous. She'll give away her last meal, her last blanket, her last quarter with a smile. She also suspects that she gave away her last job because some people aren't.
Penny has a love/hate relationship with People. She loves each and every one of them enough to treat them with kindness and respect and hates and doesn't understand why they don't all treat each other the same way.
Penny likes cats, but she's a little afraid of dogs.
Penny has leaned to lower her expectations of People. This way, they don't disappoint her.
Most people don't like the small chores, the things that keep hands busy and leave minds free to think. Penny made peace with her own mind long ago and enjoys the time spent in her own head.
Penny is gentle. She wouldn't hurt a fly, or rather, a spider, even if she's not their biggest fan.
Penny is sweet, in the way that she'll never put down or argue with your beliefs even if she holds very different ones because if they're important to you, it must be for good reason, right?
Penny is nice. The kind of nice that's too nice and is often mistaken for doormat nice and sometimes she's even content to play the doormat, but only because she pities the person who feels the need to put her down or use her.
Sometimes she thinks the pigeon that hangs around outside her window only pretends to be sick. But that's alright. She likes the company anyways.
Penny wouldn't consider herself aligned with any religion in particular, but she's a fan of religion in general because if it makes you feel better about yourself or the world around you, it can't be a bad thing.
Penny has warm eyes and a bright sort of intelligence that hides behind a disarming smile. Even if she thinks about some things slower than others, the thought process is deep and the conclusions are always her own.
A good book and a warm cup of tea or cocoa is a treat Penny affords herself only if she's been very, very good because it always seems that there are a million other things she should be doing.
Penny loves to cook even if she hasn't mastered the art of applying spices in their appropriate quantities.
Penny isn't really sure how she feels about spiders. They are useful, fascinating little creatures and they build such beautiful, beautiful things. And don't all creatures that live deserve to continue living? And yet, despite all of that, she can't help the way her skin crawls, just a little, when she sees one.
And deep, deep down, though she'll never ever ever admit to it, sometimes there are people make her feel the same way.
Third Person:
It begins and ends in a library.
Penny loves the library.
It was one quiet place that she could go. It was one place she could plan and think and reset. It was one place where no one needed. She understood that was often the nature of the world and she didn't mind. The world needed and so she gave and it made her happy to do so, but the library was someplace separate from that world.
Here it was quiet and here it was peaceful and here were a thousand escapes hidden in pages and pages of careful words hidden in old bindings ready to whisper their secrets. Even just spending time here had a calming effect and afterward, Penny was glad that she had taken the time to visit on this particular afternoon because what happened later...
What happened later was humiliation and bafflement and fright. It was people screaming and running. It was danger and threats and watching the man who represent strength and good and protection for the city, made still and powerless.
She should do something, she wants to do something, but all she can think to do is hide because she's just so, so frightened. So she does. Penny ducks behind a row of chairs and hides. She can't even bring herself to look so she closes her eyes. She wishes she could plug her ears so as not to hear what's surely coming...
But then she doesn't hear anything. Nothing at all and when she opens her eyes again, there are no chairs, no people, no heroes and no villains. Instead, there are books. She's in a library again.
But she doesn't recognize it.
First Person:
Sometimes, I can't help but think that Paradisa isn't so bad. More than not so bad even, I guess. It's almost, kind of a good place.
Everyone here is clothed and fed. Everyone has shelter, and more than even a roof over their heads. Everyone here has a comfortable space that is all their own. One that they can customize to their own tastes and preferences. Here, all needs are met and all wants can be acquired. Sometimes I can't help but think that this place is better than the world I left. That it's even better than the majority of worlds all the others have left as well...
I suppose, the only thing that keeps it from being perfect is the absence of loved ones.
Then again,
Or maybe this place doesn't look so bad to me because even in my own world, it's been a very long time since I've really had anyone to miss.
((omg i'm so sorry about the song reference! It's my husband's fault for over playing the song i swear T.T))
NAME: Jenivi7
JOURNAL: jenivi7
EMAIL: polgara@sbcglobal.net
AIM: xJenivi7x
CHARACTER NAME: Penny
FANDOM: Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog
CANON: Penny is spirited away to Paradisa near the end of the story, just as the soon-to-be super villain, Dr. Horrible, interrupts the press conference in which her current boyfriend, Captain Hammer, has just humiliated her by carelessly sharing the intimate details of their relationship, with the entire world. At the exact point she's pulled away she is ducked behind a row of chairs, Captain hammer is frozen by the freeze ray and Dr. Horribly is terrorizing the room, but she hasn't yet made the connection that the doctor and her friend Billy are one and the same.
Loss:
Penny would happily give away her last mean or the shoes off her feet to help someone so her loss is the ability to give an item to someone. Specifically, when she hands an item to another person with the intention of giving it to them, something will happen to the item (examples: someone will drop it and it will roll somewhere irretrievable or something will steal it) or, if the other person somehow manages to obtain the item anyways, it will simply disappear. Penny may still leave an item somewhere for someone else and this doesn't apply to food she may cook for one or more people. As long as they retrieve it from the stove or from a serving plate themselves and she doesn't try to hand it to them.
This also does not apply to items that are stolen from Penny. She is still vulnerable to thieves and pickpockets.
About:
Penny is kind. She likes children, she likes animals, she never has a bad word to say about anyone and once she learned how meat made it to the super market, she couldn't bring herself to eat it anymore.
Penny is generous. She'll give away her last meal, her last blanket, her last quarter with a smile. She also suspects that she gave away her last job because some people aren't.
Penny has a love/hate relationship with People. She loves each and every one of them enough to treat them with kindness and respect and hates and doesn't understand why they don't all treat each other the same way.
Penny likes cats, but she's a little afraid of dogs.
Penny has leaned to lower her expectations of People. This way, they don't disappoint her.
Most people don't like the small chores, the things that keep hands busy and leave minds free to think. Penny made peace with her own mind long ago and enjoys the time spent in her own head.
Penny is gentle. She wouldn't hurt a fly, or rather, a spider, even if she's not their biggest fan.
Penny is sweet, in the way that she'll never put down or argue with your beliefs even if she holds very different ones because if they're important to you, it must be for good reason, right?
Penny is nice. The kind of nice that's too nice and is often mistaken for doormat nice and sometimes she's even content to play the doormat, but only because she pities the person who feels the need to put her down or use her.
Sometimes she thinks the pigeon that hangs around outside her window only pretends to be sick. But that's alright. She likes the company anyways.
Penny wouldn't consider herself aligned with any religion in particular, but she's a fan of religion in general because if it makes you feel better about yourself or the world around you, it can't be a bad thing.
Penny has warm eyes and a bright sort of intelligence that hides behind a disarming smile. Even if she thinks about some things slower than others, the thought process is deep and the conclusions are always her own.
A good book and a warm cup of tea or cocoa is a treat Penny affords herself only if she's been very, very good because it always seems that there are a million other things she should be doing.
Penny loves to cook even if she hasn't mastered the art of applying spices in their appropriate quantities.
Penny isn't really sure how she feels about spiders. They are useful, fascinating little creatures and they build such beautiful, beautiful things. And don't all creatures that live deserve to continue living? And yet, despite all of that, she can't help the way her skin crawls, just a little, when she sees one.
And deep, deep down, though she'll never ever ever admit to it, sometimes there are people make her feel the same way.
Third Person:
It begins and ends in a library.
Penny loves the library.
It was one quiet place that she could go. It was one place she could plan and think and reset. It was one place where no one needed. She understood that was often the nature of the world and she didn't mind. The world needed and so she gave and it made her happy to do so, but the library was someplace separate from that world.
Here it was quiet and here it was peaceful and here were a thousand escapes hidden in pages and pages of careful words hidden in old bindings ready to whisper their secrets. Even just spending time here had a calming effect and afterward, Penny was glad that she had taken the time to visit on this particular afternoon because what happened later...
What happened later was humiliation and bafflement and fright. It was people screaming and running. It was danger and threats and watching the man who represent strength and good and protection for the city, made still and powerless.
She should do something, she wants to do something, but all she can think to do is hide because she's just so, so frightened. So she does. Penny ducks behind a row of chairs and hides. She can't even bring herself to look so she closes her eyes. She wishes she could plug her ears so as not to hear what's surely coming...
But then she doesn't hear anything. Nothing at all and when she opens her eyes again, there are no chairs, no people, no heroes and no villains. Instead, there are books. She's in a library again.
But she doesn't recognize it.
First Person:
Sometimes, I can't help but think that Paradisa isn't so bad. More than not so bad even, I guess. It's almost, kind of a good place.
Everyone here is clothed and fed. Everyone has shelter, and more than even a roof over their heads. Everyone here has a comfortable space that is all their own. One that they can customize to their own tastes and preferences. Here, all needs are met and all wants can be acquired. Sometimes I can't help but think that this place is better than the world I left. That it's even better than the majority of worlds all the others have left as well...
I suppose, the only thing that keeps it from being perfect is the absence of loved ones.
Then again,
Or maybe this place doesn't look so bad to me because even in my own world, it's been a very long time since I've really had anyone to miss.
((omg i'm so sorry about the song reference! It's my husband's fault for over playing the song i swear T.T))