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 Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 6:48 pm
Welcome to the Account Record of Autumn.
This Record is the property of Ieeko so please do not post without his permisson unless otherwise stated.
Account # 35-935-36
Account Owner: Ieeko
Account Legacy: Autumn
Account Key: Obscenity
Account Accessed: August 2, 2007
Stage: Heirloom
Sex: Male
History: ---
Ability: ---
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2007 7:28 pm
Thus the conquest had continued - the endless vulgarity and offense upon the crowd and the common decency of culture. Without intimidation, words had been uttered. Acts had been criticized and scarcely a topic were left unscathed by the fiery breath of a dragon. As the night rolled on, the laughter grew louder. The crowd became loose despite its troubles, the greatest statement of all filling them with a potential emotion of sincerity. Bowing his head, their entertainer had confessed to them lightly. That smile had never vanished from his face.
"I'm sorry if I wasn't very funny tonight. Sometimes I'm not. But I'm not a comedian. I'm Lenny Bruce."
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Table of Contents
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- The Autumn Swing || Introduction.
- Here I Am ... || Autumn Walter.
- Vulgar Integrity || Obscenity.
- Neverland's Tenant || Reve Walter.
- Fallen Leaves || Friends and Foes.
- Suitcase Packed || Inventory.
- These Small Hours || Pictures.
- Recording The L.B. || Directory.
- Goodnight, L.A. || Credits.
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2007 8:04 pm
Nickname: Carrot-Head.
Estimated Age: ---
D.o.B: ---
Sex: Male.
Legacy: Lenny Bruce.
Key: Obscenity.
Guardian: Reve Walter.
Hair Color: Orange.
Eye Color: Brown.
Height: ---
Weight: ---
Distinguishing Marks: ---
General Attire: Modern Simplistic.
'Image' Song: ---
History: Born Leonard Alfred Schneider in Mineola, Long Island, New York. He was raised in Baltimore, New York. His youth was chaotic, his parents divorcing when he was five years old, and saw Lenny moving in with various relatives over the next decade. His mother, Sally Marr, was a stage performer who had an enormous influence on Bruce's career. After spending time working on a farm with a family which provided the stable surroundings he needed, he joined the U.S. Navy at the age of 17 in 1942, and saw active duty in Europe until his discharge in 1946.
In 1947, soon after changing his last name to Bruce, he earned $12 and a free spaghetti dinner for his first stand-up performance in Brooklyn, New York. From that modest start, he got his first break as a guest (and introduced by his mother, who called herself "Sally Bruce") on the Arthur Godfrey's Talent Scouts Show, doing a "Bavarian mimic" doing impressions of American movie stars of the time. His comedy style eventually developed itself and was followed as an uncensored rant of his views on particular topics, most commonly being the censorship of certain concepts and words.
In 1951, he was arrested in Miami, Florida, for impersonating a priest. He was soliciting donations for a leper colony in British Guiana after he legally chartered the "Brother Mathias Foundation" (a name of his own invention- but possibly taken from the actual Brother Matthias who had befriended Babe Ruth at the orphanage that Ruth had been confined to as a child), and, unknown to the police, stole several priests' clergy shirts and a clerical collar while posing as a laundry man. He was found not guilty due to the legality of the New York state-chartered foundation, the actual existence of the Guiana leper colony, and the inability of the local clergy to expose him as an impostor. Later in his semifictional autobiography How to Talk Dirty and Influence People, he revealed that he had made approximately $8,000 in three weeks, sending $2,500 to the leper colony and keeping the rest.
On October 4, 1961 Bruce was arrested for obscenity at the Jazz Workshop in San Francisco; he had used the words cocksucker and riffed that "'to' is a preposition, 'come' is a verb" and that the sexual context of "come" is so common that it bears no weight, and that if someone hearing it becomes upset, they "probably can't come." Although the jury acquitted him, other law enforcement agencies began monitoring his appearances, resulting in frequent arrests under charges of obscenity. The increased scrutiny also led to an arrest in Philadelphia for drug possession in the same year, and again in Los Angeles, California, two years later.
By the end of 1963, he had become a target of the Manhattan district attorney, Frank Hogan, who was working closely with Francis Cardinal Spellman, the Archbishop of New York. The association of Hogan and Spellman led to the often repeated speculation that Bruce's persecution was actually fueled by his status as the original comedic Catholic Church-basher. Like Al Capone, whom the FBI and U.S. Treasury Dept. could uncover no evidence of murder or racketeering against, and so used Tax Evasion as a mode to arrest, Bruce suffered his arrests as Hogan and other local Law Enforcement used the profanity laws as the mode to arrest him. In April 1964, he appeared twice at the Cafe Au Go Go in Greenwich Village, with undercover police detectives in the audience. On both occasions, he was arrested after leaving the stage, the complaints again resting on his use of various obscenities.
A three-judge panel presided over his widely-publicized six-month trial, with Bruce and club owner Howard Solomon being found guilty of obscenity on November 4, 1964. The conviction was announced despite positive testimony and petitions of support from Woody Allen, Bob Dylan, Jules Feiffer, Allen Ginsberg, Norman Mailer, William Styron, and James Baldwin, among other artists, writers and educators, as well as Manhattan journalist and television personality Dorothy Kilgallen and sociologist Herbert Gans. Bruce was sentenced on December 21, 1964, to four months in the workhouse; he was set free on bail during the appeals process and died before the appeal was decided. Solomon's conviction was eventually overturned by New York's highest court, the New York Court of Appeals, in 1970.
According to records, Lenny Bruce died of a drug over-dose in his Hollywood home at the age of 40. However, that was, by far, not the end of his legal conflicts and his influence on the entertainment world. Lenny Bruce was, in the end, relieved of all legal charges under the first posthumous pardon in the history of New York. His avid insistence on using his own language and topics, as well as his general inclination to defy the constricts of expectation, led to further influence, particularly in the comedy world. Several books, plays, documentaries, and musical references have been made to the man, and he is often renowned as the one who paved way for free expression and speech. However, it is a rather known fact that his life was riddled with apparent imperfections and complications, as could be expected of any human existence. The most common of flaws, according to references, appear to be an infatuation with drugs and alcohol, a tendency to behave in a lewd manner, and an active wit in con-artist behaviors, the most infamous having been mentioned.
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There are never enough I Love Yous.
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 1:32 pm
Name: Obscenity.
Nickname: Stripes.
Estimated Age: ---
D.o.B: ---
Sex: Female.
Species: Skunk.
Account: Autumn.
Guardian: Reve Walter.
Hair-Color: Black and White.
Eye Color: Blue.
Height: ---
Weight: ---
Distinguishing Marks: ---
'Image' Song: ---
History:
Obscenity is derived from the foul image of a skunk. The animal is perceived as undesirable, obscene, due to the acrid scent it sprays when frightened. Skunks do not smell when approached. In fact, the stench is applicable only once the fluid has been sprayed. Therefore, she does not reek in the manner that may be stereotypically imagined. Her name is a symbolic notation of Lenny Bruce's obscenity charges, which had riddled his career to the point of ruin, even earning him a ban from several cities and even the entirety of Australia.
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There are no dirty words, only dirty minds.
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 2:24 pm
Nicknames: Walt.
Estimated Age: 19.
D.o.B: ---
Sex: Male.
Occupation: ---
Residence: Durem.
Hair Color: Blond.
Eye Color: Pale Green.
Height: ---
Weight: ---
Distinguishing Marks: Fence-scrapes scars on back.
Medical Complications: Blanc-Rouge, Type Y.
General Attire: Modern Simplistic.
'Image' Song: ---
History:
Born Rosco Andrew Walter, Reve's identity was altered on paper somewhere within the time-frame of parental guardianship shifts. He had initially lived with his mother as a young child, but complications regarding her parenting ability ended in custody switching to his father - the two having been divorced long prior to Reve's actual birth. Regardless, he settled in quickly with the man at the age of five, though there was little stability. His father was an avid traveler and writer, often exploring places simply for the sake of writing it down to say he had been there once. In that respect, his parenting ability was equally inadequate to that of Reve's mother, although likely less hazardous simply because of its lack of frequent disappearance. In actuality, Reve was frequently catered to during travels, the true negligence growing with his lack of a formal education. He received schooling from his father alone, spending all of his time entrenched in the explorations the two adored. Hence his born curiosity and vital obsession with the wilderness and travel.
In connection to Lenny Bruce, Reve's father was the son of a journalist and critic of the comedian. He was frequently referenced and spoken of on long travels, the stories of Reve's grandfather often provoking great infatuation over the made-epic man. Returning to tangent, however, the journeys that were taken about Earth were not entirely safe, as would later become apparent. An epidemic spread from somewhere in Europe to Alaska, a supposed mutation of various diseases causing havoc. Reve and his father were unfortunately caught in the mess, the boy finding himself alone at the age of ten when his father had succumbed to what was being called Blanc-Rouge. In natural response to the troubles, sanitation centers were promoted and the sick held on quarantine. The conditions, as described by those released, were not satisfactory. Of course, it was of little concern to many people, as the greater issue had been resolved. One way or another, the facilities remained. Reve was locked away within one for the longest of time, fighting his illness in solitude, but with uncanny ability. Unlike many others, he lasted four years and even longer to the present day. Yet, at the age of fourteen, his ability to handle the conditions of secluded life shattered. In a frenzy, he planned his escape and managed to squeeze beneath a gate after escaping through a small hole in the wall. Precisely how he managed to get as far away as he did is uncertain, but he managed to venture into Gaia - the details of his life phasing from that point on due to progressive symptoms. Through careful wording and negotiations he found refugee status and care under the control of a sanitation's director named Issac Harlem, the arrangement of monitoring and testing being made with the Durem Medical Institute.
To this day Reve frequents the Medical Institute to monitor his symptoms and the degree of his illness. Of the three types of Blanc-Rouge, he has the middle degree, known as Type Y. He exhibits heavy symptoms over the illness, the most extreme being loss of memory and maturity impairment. However, his condition is not contagious. At the present moment, he resides with Issac Harlem in a Durem Row-House. Over the years he has become increasingly intrigued by the gaps of his life, and thus has sought to rectify the issues through means of exploring mysteries and utilizing his own curiosity.
Through some remarkable fluke, the connection his grandfather held to Lenny Bruce led to the adoption of a bottle of champaign and a quirky key from the Past Legacies Corp. --- the likes of which he rightfully believes will rectify the circumstances he is faced with.
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I'll die young, but it's like kissing God.
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 3:29 pm
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If you can take the hot lead enema, then you can cast the first stone.
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 4:37 pm
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Miami is where neon goes to die.
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 5:09 pm
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When you're eight years old, nothing is your business
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 5:30 pm
Corkscrew and Chardene || [ Account Access ]
An Entertaining Act || [ Journal Entry: Reve ]
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The word's suppression gives it the power, the violence, the viciousness.
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 5:38 pm
PLC Concept: Respective Creators.
Character Concepts: Respective Creators.
Lenny Bruce Biography: Wikipedia.org, Lenny Bruce's FBI File.
Quotes: Lenny Bruce.
Banners: Ieeko.
Official Artwork: Ieeko.
Other Artwork: Respective Artists.
Other Graphics: Respective Artists.
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Communism is like one big phone company.
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 6:40 pm
 Reve Today wasn't very fun at first. I spent all morning getting ready to leave the Hospital, but I couldn't really remember that number I was supposed to remember. It's a confusing number. I don't like numbers very much. They're not very nice, and they're always so confusing. I really don't want to do anything with them anymore. That's why I don't play with them. Numbers are just jerks. But there was something good today. When I woke up, there was a note on my bed about a ... What do they call it? An account. It had a key and everything - and it was mine. I didn't remember making anything like that, so I went to see what happened.
The day actually happened like this: I woke up in the morning and Ms. Jeanne took off that really weird thing they put on my face sometimes. It makes breathing really easy. I like that weird thing, but it makes my nose feel cold. Ms. Jeanne took it off, though, and she helped me get ready to leave when she told me they didn't need me to stay for the entire day. I left early for once. That was nice. I was happy, so I gave her a hug and I told her 'thank you' - just like Mr. Issac always tells me to when I feel good about something. At least, I think that's what he told me to say to people when I feel good. I gave Ms. Jeanne that, though, and she was happy too when I left. Before that I found something on my bed. There was a piece of paper there that I didn't see when she took off the funny mask. It was that note thing. It had a bunch of numbers on it, which I didn't like. They didn't look familiar, but sometimes I don't remember things, so I thought I maybe forgot. I didn't ask Ms. Jeanne about it, though. It's embarrassing to not remember stuff in front of her. She always looks so sad when I tell her I don't really remember something. Once she asked if I remembered where I was born. I don't really know. How are people born anyway? How do they know where they're born or when if they're just born? She also asked me if I'd ever been to school. I don't really remember what a school is either. I think I saw one once. I think I went to one once - maybe. I don't remember. I don't want to think about things I don't remember. Anyway, I found that note with all the numbers on it and I didn't know where it came from. It had an address on it, though! I wanted to know more about it. I thought that I might have done something before coming to the Hospital at the start of the week, or that someone might have forgotten it. I wanted to know, though. I like knowing things - so I went to see what the address was. It took me a long time to find the place. I don't know how to go places. I don't go places by myself often. Mr. Issac doesn't like it. He thinks I'll get lost and 'then it'll be his fault when hell breaks loose and something bad happens'. He worries a lot, but Mr. Issac is nice like Ms. Jeanne, but not as pretty. Even though I promised I wouldn't go places by myself, I tried to find this place, though. I found it after a lot of looking around and stuff. Then I went inside. It looked kind of empty, but I met a really funny man. I think his name was Esteban. No. That doesn't sound right. His name was Eric. No. That one doesn't sound right either. Ethan! His name was Ethan. I remember. That's what he said his name was. He was a funny man. He was really weird, but so is Mr. Issac. I think they would get along well. They both look really stiff.
Well, the funny man told me about the note with the number and the funny word on it. He said it was an account for something someone left me. I don't know who would leave me something. I don't really remember anyone. I don't like that, but this was like a clue. Mr. Issac would have known what to ask if he were there. He always knows the right questions, but I didn't know. I asked him if he knew who left me the thing, but Ethan didn't really know. I wanted whatever it was, though. Anything is better than nothing. I want to know, because I don't like not knowing things very much. It's confusing. Ethan took me to a room, though. I had to remember a lot of numbers. That was really hard, but I remembered them right because I got the right box. It had a key with a weird name. I don't know why people would name a key, but someone named this one Obscenity. Obscenity means that something is nasty and not right. It was a strange name for a key, and I asked him later, but he didn't know that either. I opened the box, though. Something cool was inside. It was a bottle of something and it was called Chardene. Chardene sounds familiar. I don't remember why, but it sounds really familiar. I keep saying it over and over in my head, but nothing is coming to me. It makes me very mad. I opened the box and took the bottle. I almost dropped it too, but I caught it. Ethan wasn't happy, but he didn't yell at me like Mr. Issac would have. He just took me to another room and told me a bunch of stuff about a person or something beng inside the bottle. I think he meant a Genie, but he said child. A child is like a baby. I didn't know babies came from bottles. Maybe I came from a Chardene bottle too? I bet I did! I can tell Ms. Jeanne that next time she asks if I remember where I was born! But I'm going to have a baby, which is going to be strange. I signed a paper and everything - all by myself - although I didn't remember how to write at first. The baby's name is Autumn. Like the season. I like autumn. I remember something happened in autumn - and I was really happy - and I'm always really happy in autumn. So I named him Autumn after autumn and I think that's a better name than Child or Obscenity. I asked Ethan a lot of questions, but he didn't know anything about babies. He told me to read some kind of book. I don't like reading a lot, though. Reading is hard. I left when he couldn't answer, though. I figured Mr. Issac was worried. I remembered his phone number, so I called.
Mr. Issac was very mad at me because I wasn't at the Hospital like I was supposed to be, and I didn't call. He yelled a lot when we went home and said the same thing I think he always says. 'You can't just go around like that without telling anyone where you're planning on going'. I didn't listen to him for long. I told him about the bottle and the funny key - a cork with a screw. He looked at me funny and took the bottle and key away from me - told me not to take things from strangers who talked like ... Drunken old bastards. That's the word he used. But I was mad when he took them away. I don't like it when he takes things away. I don't see them again, or I don't remember them sometimes, I think. I got the bottle back before we got home, though - and the key - and I told him they were mine. They are mine. Someone left them for me, not for him. He didn't want to fight. He just lit one of those smelly, smokey things he always puts in his mouth while driving and we were quiet all the way home. We just got back a while ago. We ate dinner and it was very good. We had mac and cheese. That's what Mr. Issac makes a lot. He says he makes it because he doesn't cook well. I like mac and cheese. After dinner I started writing again. I do this all the time. Ms. Jeanne got me a notebook and told me to write lots of notes about myself so that I don't forget things so much. I write all the time.
That's all that happened today. It was fun. I'm excited for some reason, but I'm really, really tired. I get that way sometimes. I think I'm going to go to sleep. If I stay up too late, Mr. Issac might get mad. He doesn't like how I 'run up my damn electricity bill'. I don't mean to run up my damn electricity bill - whatever that is. I think he does it more. He watches television a lot, and he is on the computer a lot, and on the phone. But he doesn't like it when I leave the lights on when it is 2 A.M. and no lights are really on in the houses around us. But I like it when lights are on. I'm going to sleep, though. That sounds good. Tomorrow I can try and think what Chardene is! I bet I can ask Ms. Jeanne if I call her. She's very smart.
Good night!
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