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Phryne Fisher Mysteries, Phryne, G.
I know you've never heard of Phryne Fisher, but she's awesome.
Chinese New Year #5
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Little Bourke Street was loud and unfamiliar. Always a little foreign, like some alien had taken up residence half a mile from her apartment, Little Bourke at Chinese New Year was a street worlds away from her own. Overhead the red lanterns swayed in the breeze, and though red could be quite a fetching colour, Phryne was glad that she herself was not compelled through tradition and superstition to wear it.
Phryne noted that her complexion, though not as fair as some others of her acquaintance, was ill-suited to the unremitting vivid scarlet so prominent during the ancient Chinese festival. Perhaps a daring burgundy hat perched atop her dark hair, or a lone red brooch in a fetching design would work, but not the skin covering that was required. Not even the fallback of gold would do, so it was, she felt, a jolly good thing that she was not required to do as the locals did.
As she traversed Little Bourke, she kept an eye out for suspicious followers but, finding nothing, she knocked on the huge doors of the Lin family mansion. Uncharacteristically, the usually imposing doors were festooned with garlands of firecrackers and hanging paintings of twisting snakes. A young man opened the small door within the larger doors and peered out into the twilight. "Phryne Fisher," she said. "Here to see Lin Chung."
Left to wait for Lin Chung, Phryne turned and surveyed Little Bourke. Little pink paper from the firecrackers littered the ground, creating the illusion of pink cobblestones.
Phryne jumped at the sound of firecrackers close by, and hoped that no-one had observed her.
A noise sounded behind her, softer than fireworks, and she turned. "Silver Lady," said Li Pen, and bowed deeply. Phryne smiled at him, returned his bow.
"Li Pen, how good it is to see you. But I do suppose your presence means Lin Chung can't see me."
"I am sorry, Silver Lady." Li Pen frowned briefly, and Phryne cursed her blindness to Lin Chung's heritage. Of course, she thought, and knew that Li Pen was sincere, and that Li Pen was Lin Chung's apology to her.
"You are not family, Silver Lady," Li Pen said.
Phryne smiled. "I know," she said, and turned away.
END
Phryne Fisher Mysteries, Phryne, G.
I know you've never heard of Phryne Fisher, but she's awesome.
Chinese New Year #5
**
Little Bourke Street was loud and unfamiliar. Always a little foreign, like some alien had taken up residence half a mile from her apartment, Little Bourke at Chinese New Year was a street worlds away from her own. Overhead the red lanterns swayed in the breeze, and though red could be quite a fetching colour, Phryne was glad that she herself was not compelled through tradition and superstition to wear it.
Phryne noted that her complexion, though not as fair as some others of her acquaintance, was ill-suited to the unremitting vivid scarlet so prominent during the ancient Chinese festival. Perhaps a daring burgundy hat perched atop her dark hair, or a lone red brooch in a fetching design would work, but not the skin covering that was required. Not even the fallback of gold would do, so it was, she felt, a jolly good thing that she was not required to do as the locals did.
As she traversed Little Bourke, she kept an eye out for suspicious followers but, finding nothing, she knocked on the huge doors of the Lin family mansion. Uncharacteristically, the usually imposing doors were festooned with garlands of firecrackers and hanging paintings of twisting snakes. A young man opened the small door within the larger doors and peered out into the twilight. "Phryne Fisher," she said. "Here to see Lin Chung."
Left to wait for Lin Chung, Phryne turned and surveyed Little Bourke. Little pink paper from the firecrackers littered the ground, creating the illusion of pink cobblestones.
Phryne jumped at the sound of firecrackers close by, and hoped that no-one had observed her.
A noise sounded behind her, softer than fireworks, and she turned. "Silver Lady," said Li Pen, and bowed deeply. Phryne smiled at him, returned his bow.
"Li Pen, how good it is to see you. But I do suppose your presence means Lin Chung can't see me."
"I am sorry, Silver Lady." Li Pen frowned briefly, and Phryne cursed her blindness to Lin Chung's heritage. Of course, she thought, and knew that Li Pen was sincere, and that Li Pen was Lin Chung's apology to her.
"You are not family, Silver Lady," Li Pen said.
Phryne smiled. "I know," she said, and turned away.
END
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Date: 2007-02-21 07:12 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-02-22 02:08 pm (UTC)And of course Phryne would understand.
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Date: 2007-02-21 10:11 pm (UTC)I know you've never heard of Phryne Fisher, but she's awesome.
What this sentence should look like: "I know you've never heard of Phryne Fisher but that's because you're a fool. So go and do something about it, FOOL!"
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Date: 2007-02-22 02:10 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-02-22 10:30 pm (UTC)Mmm, 1920s melbourne . . .
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Date: 2009-08-02 12:23 pm (UTC)So. Um. Yes. Thanks for writing.
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Date: 2009-08-02 12:29 pm (UTC)