My city

[kathminchin.livejournal.com]

My city.

My city is a riot of colour and shapes, pinned down over centuries in weft and warp. A skyline made up of familiar shapes, the dome of St Paul’s, the towers of Westminster, the round moon of Big Ben’s clock tower now jostle with new landmarks, the phallus of the Gherkin, the BT tower spiking up into the sky. A clamour of fingers pointing to the moon and sun in gestures of defiance against the world that is unheeding, that grinds them down into the dirty streets and alleyways below.

The colours shift through myriads of dye lots – the faded dullness of vegetable colours, the brilliance of the newer chemical versions. The richness of silks splash in contrast against the more muted colours of linens and wools. Textures add shadows that bring unnamed and unlimited shades to the multitudes. Buckets of acrid dyes, spools of thread and hanks of yarn all waiting to be added to the city across my walls.

My city is a series of moments of time, caught like flies in amber and draped across the walls. Memories held in a weaving of tapestry from my own hands, across uncounted and unheeded years.

The sketches in my books hold secrets of centuries. Faces caught in brief lines of charcoal of those that have long since gone to dust, or who still walk the streets in the night. Portrayals of pale skin lie quiescent against doodles of fur and fangs.

My latest addition to my city lies half complete across the loom. Slowly coming to life, an old beamed pub with the name across the top carefully picked out. A present I explain to the boss when he wanders in, and he nods and leaves me to my city. A city which lies scattered across London, in private vaults and public collections, on ostentatious display and hidden away in dusty attics.

That’s my city

Comments

[portilis.livejournal.com]

Um...as a side note.

St. Paul's is still I believe a big hole in the ground where the kolduns produced a small volcano when being targetted by Vladimir (the tremere who lived in the crypts).

Not sure of the status of Westminster and Big Ben - the area has been targeted quite a few times, but you'd have to ask Jez to be certain.

As far as I know the others are still standing, but this is ZG, what with the earthquakes and volcanoes, I could well be wrong.

[kathminchin.livejournal.com]

you bombed my tapestries?

((OOC this is my ghoul - and she's been alive for over 250 years. She weaves tapestries. Her "city" is basically centuries of tapestries, stored across London.))

[portilis.livejournal.com]

*I* didn't - seeing as Vlad was my PC, he wasn't exactly happy about the destruction of St. Paul's!

But yes, considering that the city has suffered earthquakes, volcanoes, floods, sandstorms, a zombie plague and the sudden death of 1/10 of the population in the last 2.5 years, it's not exactly intact!

[kathminchin.livejournal.com]

True.

but Endy's city is her tapestries. Not the actual city of London itself.

Must suggest to ST types that they put together a "history of London, the explosions" for new players though

[annwfyn.livejournal.com]

I think St Pauls is the only one not standing.