WIP paragraphs, just for kicks
Sep. 10th, 2009 07:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tigriswolf
She grins, settling back against the chair. “He lived down the street for a while, years and years ago,” she says. “I’ve always had my gift and he found me fascinatin’.” She shrugs.
The man calling himself Spock just replies quietly, “I wanted a new beginning, John. In truth, I am not surprised at our meeting; it is logical that two immortals would meet again, after all.”
Whatever they hit him with, it took him down in two heartbeats. It shouldn’t have, but it did. He remembers Christine’s hands on his face, murmuring something, and then nothing until he woke up in his cell.
When one comes, in the form of a mob just down the street, he pulls Jim(confused and listing slightly from a head-wound that’s really not all that bad, just inconvenient) and Scotty further into the building and orders Jim to stay put.
In every life, he has not died a good death. It’s really getting tiresome. Unfortunately, he doesn’t see this one changing that fact at all.
It didn’t matter what kind of style it was, Eliot could pick it up in moments. And once he learned something, he never forgot it.
Sam was a good liar, but Phoebe grew up with Mick Harte. “Really,” she said.
Sam's eyes are wet, wide and shocked. "I can't believe—" He presses his lips together, looks away. "I can't stay anymore."
He watched for a few days, trying to decide. He wasn’t like Gordon Walker, blind to anything but hatred and the need to exterminate; if anything, killing the Cullens would just make more of a mess than fixing one. Not that there seemed to be a mess.
After lunch, Leonard’s schedule directed him to Power Training with Professor Devereaux. Jim insisted on showing him the way, even though Leonard actually lived on-campus and probably already knew his way around better than Jim. Spock tagged along.
He doesn’t have a grave because he’d never wanted to be buried.
“Bones,” Jim Kirk called before seeing Hannibal and pausing mid-step. “Oh.” He blinked, eyes sliding to Reaper, who hadn’t dressed at all. “You have company. I’ll come back.” He spun in place and hurried out.
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Date: 2009-09-11 01:14 am (UTC)Just because I want to be amused....
Do me a fic for Bo and Luke Duke.
New or Old. :)
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Date: 2009-09-11 02:12 am (UTC)How are you settling in?
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Date: 2009-09-11 02:16 am (UTC)And I'm settling okay. Couch is comfy enough, I have food, lights, internet.
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Date: 2009-09-11 02:53 am (UTC)You should swing by sometime!
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Date: 2009-09-11 02:55 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-09-11 02:58 am (UTC)How about you email me your number(or vice versa); we could do lunch or something.