Saw the pet rock in Poe Party and… couldn’t help myself.
(Lenore would be super pissed to see how drab the dress turned out)
So cute!!!
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It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee
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Annabelle watched in horror as the constables fell to the floor. A wineglass shattered. Her lip quivered as her self control dwindled. She was not, as she knew many of the famous authors in her company believed her to be, a frail little woman. She had remained strong, brave, even level-headed throughout the murders of not only her suitor but also several other people that evening. Never mind that Hemingway and Edgar had been quibbling over her all night. She had put her hope in Ms. Christie, then in Krishanti, and finally in the constables (as bumbling as they were). And all of those hopes were shattered before her. Desperate, she buried her face in Edgar’s sleeve as she sobbed. He hesitated, then touched her bare shoulder to comfort her. His hands were a little clammy, but his touch was gentle.
She barely heard Hemingway declare that yet another set of bodies had to be moved. As Edgar stopped stroking her arm and moved to help Ernest, she heard Ms. Brontë call her a cupcake. Annabelle choked back her sobs and glared; Brontë had lost nothing that evening, except a little of her dignity when the constables first arrived. Who did she think she was? All evening she had been nothing but stuck-up and accusatory. But Annabelle was too upset and not always good with words like these authors, so she refrained from expressing her indignation. Besides, she didn’t want to be left alone either. She feared for Edgar, and she did not entirely trust Brontë either. And even though she wanted to believe Lenore was benevolent (she was friends with Edgar, after all), being in the company of a spirit still made her feel a bit uneasy.
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lies:
Look at that face!! Tell me that isn’t a sudden-and-horrible-realisation face.
seriously! i was so confused when other people talked about ~how guilty~ she was! that’s the face of a woman realizing she’s been duped, not a woman being found out!!!!
Exactly! She does look at the other people in the room a couple of times, but mostly her focus is internal: staring intently into space, looking down, that eyebrow-pucker in the second gif.
If this were a guilty person who’d been found out I’d expect her to be more focused on her surroundings, the other people in the room, glancing nervously from face to face or working to sell some previously-worked-out deception. (*cough* Charlotte *cough*)
But she’s not doing those things. Instead, she’s processing some new and shocking-to-her insight. What led her to that insight? I’m pretty sure it’s the Lenore line I quoted in the gifset’s caption. Because what Annabel knows, but most of the others don’t know, is where she got that invite list.
I think she got it from Eddie. Which makes Charlotte’s line just before Annabel runs from the room significant too: “And you somehow pretend you didn’t know all this information about your boyfriend!”
Charlotte can’t stop herself from twisting the knife. Because of course she knows that Annabel didn’t know about Eddie’s secrets. As she has throughout the show, when she’s always had a little extra venom in her Annabel-directed insults, Charlotte can’t help but crow a little, can’t quite conceal the inner exultation she feels at knowing that it actually is she who is in love with – and in league with – the dashing (and murderous) Eduardo Dantes.
I think that’s what Annabel puts together in this moment. I think that look of fear on her face just before she runs from the room isn’t fear at the others having found her out. It’s fear at finding herself in the presence of the killer, a killer who has suddenly gone from a vague, abstract menace to one that is frighteningly real and present.
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THANK YOU FOR NOTICING THIS I myself freaking LOVE that shot of Annabel running down the hall with her dress billowing behind her…when we finished shooting that scene my dear friend Chris came over to me and said, “You look like Cinderella running away from the ball!” and I was so happy. There is something to wearing princessy dresses and spinning and running around and such.
That said, our cast “green room” area was upstairs, and climbing up those stairs in that dress was a pain and a half. I can’t tell you how many times I tripped on myself. Full skirts are no joke, folks.
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Our first #PoeParty day was a dream. One down, nine to go! (Photo by @higgaroni) @shipwreckedcomedy
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