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Title: Falling.
By: ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) by_starkiller and g_shadowslayer.
Rating: NC17.
Beta: corellian_sugar.
Pairing: Dean/Castiel, implied Sam/Dean.
Summary: One moment they're arguing, the next, they're kissing.
Warnings: Post 4:22.
Notes: Schmoopy romance with a touch of angst. Just like a lemon cupcake. Or something.
Disclaimer: We don't own them. We're just peons playing in Kripke's sandbox.
Word count: 6853.
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Jack looked up from his sitting position to regard Charlie who was currently holding a Dharma wine bottle, rolling it back and forth from hand to hand. The musician looked more nervous than usual as he bounced on the balls of his feet without speaking.
Lifting his eyebrows expectantly, Jack felt that is he didn't prompt Charlie to speak, they would stay in this position staring at each other until the sun set. "So... what's up?"
Charlie looked relieved as if he had been granted permission to speak. "Well, you see," he grabbed the wine bottle with one hand and waved vaguely behind him with the other, "Claire and I were going to go out on a date, but Auntie Sun and Uncle Jin already beat us to it."
Jack frowned, shaking his head. "I don't follow. Are you asking me to be the date police?"
With a laugh, Charlie pointed the bottle toward Jack's head. "No offense mate, but I don't think you're the right person for the job. There's more than just two women who want to play doctor with you if you know what I mean. Maybe a few of the men too. I heard this rumor about one of the Others-"
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Muse: Jack Shephard
Fandom: LOST
Word count: 417
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( Out )
Glaucon // Angel: The Series (OC) // 612 words
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Spoilers for 4.22.
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Character: Castiel
Fandom: Supernatural
Word count: 1356.
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Saturday, July 11th, 2009
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Title / Prompt: 2/09 - Hate
Character: Dean Winchester
Warnings: none?
Pairings: Alastair/Dean vaguely implied
Your character's fandom: Supernatural
Word count: 217 per Wordperfect
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Or the ghosts.
Notes: Set before Dean and Castiel get together
Comments to rocksaltshotgun
Dean Winchester has never been one for introspection or examining his feelings. Besides his aversion to 'mushy stuff', he's always been a bit afraid of seeing the person he really is. He already knows he's an asshole, a shallow jerk, and a bit of a bastard; just puts that down to the way he was raised, the life he's led. Being a Hunter. It's not exactly the kind of life a lot of sensitive types go for.
But since his stint in Hell, he tries to avoid it completely. The nightmares are bad enough: re-living thirty years of torture and torment, being subject to Alastair's tender mercies day and night -- and that last decade that was so much worse than the other three combined... He's not surprised they happen, though, and deep down he knows he deserves every second of pain and torture his subconscious puts him through.
Because now, when he examines his feelings, he finds Hate. And yeah, a lot of it is directed at Azazel and Lilith and Alastair, and at all the others that set them on this terrible path to begin with.
But the rest of it? That's directed inwards.
He's so much worse than an asshole, a jerk, or a bastard, and Dean Winchester has discovered: he really hates himself...
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Cheer someone up "Hey, mama." Jason came into the little apartment quietly, in case his mother was having a bad day, "How're you?" He went to her and she smiled, giving him a kiss. "I got dinner," he told her, smiling, "It's a good dinner." He assured her, "A turkey sub and potato chips and cookies and I got you this." He handed her the chocolate bar that was only a little soft from Gotham heat and his own sticky hand. "Oh, Jason," she said, hugging him tightly, desperately, "Thank you, baby. I'm sure it'll be a great dinner." He felt hot tears on his neck and he craned his neck to look up at her, "Why're you crying?" he asked, "I got enough money for dinner and even a chocolate bar you like." He looked at her worriedly, his own eyes big and beginning to dim with tears, "Didn't I do good?" "You did good, yes, Jason." His mother told him, kissing him again, "And I'm crying because you're my little ray of sunshine and I love you very much. You make me very happy, you know that?" He wasn't sure why mama cried when she was happy, but he was glad when she wiped her eyes and started eating the food he'd brought home. That made him happy, being able to take care of his mother. Word Count 220 Fandom DC comics Muse: Jason Todd Prompt 289
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Saturday, July 11th, 2009
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Continuing from here.
"I may have exaggerated," Isabel admits without much shame. Certainly Barbossa Heyradden was not in the same league as Don Cesare's Djem... he had continued to exist after his first death. And the rulers of the Barbary coast were not at all thwarted, by mortal or immortal alike. "They began as paşas, but by the time I knew them in Tripoli, they lived and styled themselves as sultans. I grant that is only fair, as Christian Cainites style themselves as princes."
She watches and listens as he speaks about Djem. Isabel cannot tell if there is something under his words, remorse or pity?, in the matter-of-fact way he speaks of being paid to ensure a secure rule for one brother over another. Her heart may have, once upon a time, been able to help her decipher this riddle, but it is moved only by the feelings he reminds her of once enjoying daily.
It is his hands, she thinks. There is strength in them, combined with a natural athlete's grace, and they fascinate her. Hands that could crush or caress in equal measure. They move again, and she catches the ballet of tendons gliding beneath skin as the empty glass is raised to be refilled. As she moves to satisfy her role as hostess, Isabel sees her own tendons moving more mechanically, reacting to her command alone and without the spark of life that makes his movements so bewitching. With a smile and a twist of her will, she sends her vitae moving with exquisite violence to the surface of her flesh, to be once more warm and alive to sight and touch.
"He will be well cared for," she assures him. A pause as she watches the wine pour into the glass before a new thought occurs to her. "I think that I shall name him Bruno."
Isabel Giovanni // World of Darkness // 309 words
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Leroy Jethro Gibbs--NCIS
Spoilers for See No Evil
Abby is so easy to cheer up, so uncomplicated compared to most of the people I deal with on a daily basis. A kiss on the cheek and her favorite caffeinated drink are usually enough to bring a smile to her face. There are so many days that I need that burst of humanity, considering what we deal with on a constant basis. Rapes, murders, people putting greed before family.
Captain Mike Watson had given up everything for money. He’d had his daughter and wife kidnapped. They could have easily died. I know full well what it was like to lose everything that mattered to me—my wife and daughter. I’d do anything to get them back. And that dirt bag had just thrown away his.
I needed Abby now, more than usual. The team had no idea about my family, no clue of the emotions racing through me right now. It was much easier that way. I had a reputation as their leader, someone who wasn’t easily vulnerable. There was no way I could destroy that image. They needed it more than they realized.
I knew Abby would still be at work. The day had been hot, long, and tough for us all. It was easy to sneak up behind her, kissing her cheek.
“Gibbs!” she exclaimed, throwing herself in my arms. I pulled her in tight.
“You got any plans tonight?”
“No! Do you?” She gave me an appraising glance.
“Yeah. Taking you out to dinner at Café Atlantico. You ready?”
As she said “yes” and gave me a big grin, she had no ideas that she was the one cheering me up.
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Title: The Signs/002- Marlowe quote
Character: Bai Tza (Mentions of Jade, Shendu and Dai Gui)
Warnings: extremely vague sexytimes? Also, vague physical swearing.
Pairings: Jade/Shendu
Your character's fandom: Jackie Chan Adventures
Word count: 298
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Not mine, especially since I’d have three demons out for my blood if it was XD
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ooc: childhood!fic
She hadn't let up for days and days. The minute the first of October came around, Sally clung to Linus as if she was drowning and he was the only life preserver around. Hell, the way she acted made Linus wonder if she would've kicked a person off of the flotation device just to use it. It kind of scared him.
It seemed no matter where he was, she was right there. "Can I sit with you for Hallowe'en? Can I? Please, my sweet baboo? Please? I want to sit with you, come on." Several variations of that request occured at the most random times. When he was leaving the bathroom at school. In the middle of left field at the baseball diamond. Under his bed, when he was trying to hide from Lucy. She was everywhere and wouldn't let up until finally, he exploded during one of Schroeder's recitals.
"Fine!," he exclaimed, raising his arms in exasperation. "You can sit with me, but you complain you're not getting candy, and I swear, you're never allowed to be near me again." He tried his best to sound angry, but Sally always had this way of hearing the words and not the tone. With a sweet smile, she hugged him and then promptly told him to shush, Schroeder was playing beautiful music.
On Hallowe'en, even though she dressed up as a fairy princess, and even though all the other kids went out trick-or-treeting, she stayed with him that entire night in the pumpkin patch. Without any words, he put out a bag of candy, and quietly, they stayed late into the night, munching away on toffees and chocolate.
If someone had asked him prior to that night if Sally could shut up, he would've said no, but he learned then that in actuality, Sally wasn't that annoying.
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Peanuts
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What would I do if I saw a stranger crying on the street? I would like to think that the part of me that is a good, benevolent woman - a charitable woman who truly cares about Gotham City and all her inhabitants - would stop to help whoever it was. Then again, there's that other part of me, the part of me that is a Gothamite through and through, the part of me that somewhat knows what Gotham City is truly like. Ours is a crazy city, one filled with lunatics and sociopaths who will just as likely kill you as they are to set you in some oddly elaborate trap just to get the Batman to face them. Taking that into account....I don't know. I suppose it would depend on the situation. I cannot even say that I would stop for a little girl because we already have a perpetually child-like terrorist in the cutsey but utterly terrifying Baby Doll. No. More than likely, I would simply go on my way and hope that someone else was brave enough to help them.
Veronica Vreeland
Batman: the Animated Series
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"You know, when you told me to get dressed up because you were taking me out, I was fairly certain you meant as in wear something nice and dressy so we could go out to eat," The Question said, raising an eyebrow behind the mask that covered her entire face.
Batwoman merely smiled at the Question, her full, ruby red lips curving at the ends. "Ten years ago, maybe. These days, dressing up is a different matter entirely."
"I can see that," the Question answered wryly. "Tell me this isn't your idea of a date."
"Oh, Renee..." Batwoman stepped closer to the other woman, and the Question - Renee Montoya - smelled the new scent that was rapidly becoming Batwoman's signature scent. It was markedly different from the one that Kate Kane wore in her other identity. "Do you really think this is what I'd do to take you out on a date?"
"I don't know. Like you said, this isn't ten years ago. Who knows if dating is a different matter entirely?"
Batwoman smirked. It was funny, she thought to herself. With their respective masks on, it was so much easier to flirt, so much easier to be wry and coy than when their masks were off. That's when things became heated, heavy, and when tempers flew and passions flared. This was a date. She was taking Renee out, and while Renee had more than likely guessed Batwoman's intent, Kate Kane had no intention of confirming it.
Because confirming it led to things that Kate Kane wasn't ready to get into yet.
"No. I just need your help on a case I'm working on. Having said that, though, I wouldn't be opposed to going out to get a bite to eat. My treat."
Batwoman
Batman
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The topic for the week of 10 - 16 July 2009 is:
Take someone out.
1. Put current season TV spoilers behind a cut.
2. Your post must be a minimum of 150 words to count towards your community membership.
3. Put posts longer than 450 words behind a cut.
4. Put the topic number and/or text in the subject header of your post.
5. Sign your post with your muse's full name and fandom.
Reminder: To remain current, you must have answered at least one of Topics #288, 289, 290, 291 by 16 July 2009
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It was after class that Aelita passed her on the quad, and heard her crying.
Genevieve Delaflote had transferred to Kadic Academy a few weeks ago. From what Aelita understood Genevieve's father was in the military and her mother had passed on fairly recently. Rather than place Genevieve with relatives or a guardian family after he shipped out, her father had decided to enroll her at Kadic as a boarding student.
Campus gossip painted Genevieve's picture as a stuck-up snob who felt she was too good to interact with the other students. She never talked to anyone, never sat with anybody during meals and worked on her homework alone. Personally Aelita didn't buy the whole "snob" thing; she just thought that Genevieve was a quiet girl who valued her privacy and her personal space. It wasn't her place to intrude.
But that was until the quad.
Genevieve was standing in the alcove where the vending machines were, where the former Lyoko Warriors had congregated so many times for impromptu meetings. She was leaning with her back up against one of the soda machines sobbing, one arm slung across her eyes. Aelita looked around; everyone else on the quad seemed to be oblivious to the girl's emotional state, or if they did notice were outright ignoring her.
Aelita knew what it was like, to have lost one parent and to be separated from the other. Genevieve could probably use someone to talk to. Ignoring the looks from the other students, Aelita walked over to where the new girl was.
"Hi there," she greeted her kindly. "Are you okay?"
Muse: Aelita
Fandom: Code Lyoko
Word count: 267
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For a long time Heather has felt tainted. Like as if she were a black sheep or if there was something wrong with her; she has a moral compass that has never found true north and stays set aside and disconnected from everyone and everything else. So what if some of it was self inflicted? She's carried her sins and felt as if the darkness, malice and pleasure in both that resides in her could be plainly seen like a glowing brand and it keeps people wary, keeps people at bay. She likes it that way, has even prided herself on it in some fashion, yet in her heart of hearts she abhors it.
The decisions she has made in life have taken her further along and down that path of darkness to the point that leaving and setting a new course seemed impossible. This was always going to be her life. This was always going to be her. Her conscience and remorse for the things she has done were never enough to bring true deliverance. Why bother fighting her nature?
She knows and accepts what she is, for the most part. She has to in order to face and live through every day; from morning when she sees herself in the bathroom mirror, to night when she catches the last glimpse of her reflection in the window before the drapes are pulled closed. There's a shadow over her heart that if she tries to banish, it will be a battle she won't win. Better to get acquainted and embrace it. Welcome the darkness of her soul like an old friend, or the family member that everyone just tolerates with tightly constrained fondness.
Until one morning she sees a reflection in the mirror. It's a sign, isn't it? The bathroom cabinet door is ajar just enough to reflect the bedroom and in it she sees him. No different to any other day or time but the shadow over her heart feels a little less opaque, feels a little less heavier. Love is divine, isn't it? Love conquers all. Love makes us better. With Logan she has never felt more pure. He sees beyond the darkness and finds truth and light instead. It was always there; Heather just needed something worth fighting for.
Logan is probably never going to reset her moral compass. He might be a miracle worker, but not that kind. But he does accept her sins and even forgives them and he still loves her. For that he makes her stronger. He makes her whole and gives her the hope that she isn't so tainted or broken inside after all.
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The sole advantage to being a small human in a city where humans were considered a delicacy was that no one took notice when you stole from their food cart and darted through the crowd. Glaucon's mission today was starfruit; if he did not bring back starfruit, his brothers and sisters would go hungry. Then they would be sick. Then they would go away.
He had to move. And keep moving until he was home; if he was caught with the stolen fruit it would be a whipping for him if he was lucky. If he was half-lucky and the market magistrate was one of the races who found humans were tasty he would only be dead.
Glaucon was in the alleyway only a moment before he heard the sniffling. It sounded human, another child about his age, crying. It sounded like a memory of himself crying not, he reminded himself swiftly, that he ever cried. Ever. He didn't cry, it was a sign of weakness, and weakness got you killed too. So did belief. He didn't believe this crying. It sounded exactly like a memory of himself.
Glaucon clutched the fruit closer to his chest and ran.
Things like that could eat you.
Glaucon // Angel: The Series (OC) // 204 words
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People.
Too many people, all of them, walking back and forth like the same hundred people all circulating around him like lines on a treadmill. Gray suits and black suits and women in little colored dresses, he looked at them all at first through his own eyes and then as though he was floating above them and he couldn't bring himself back down. The buildings loomed over him to either side, black glass and concrete. There were too many of them.
He walked through. In this city, no one paid any attention if you acted strange or reacted strangely. You were assumed to be crazy and off your meds and dismissed like a scrap of trash. Some days that would have irritated him. Today he was grateful for it.
Anchor back. Back in himself, he could breathe again, move again, one foot in front of the other in front of the other. As long as he kept going. As long as he...
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Cheer someone up
*locked to people who know her identity*
Dear Diary,
I've noticed a lot of my entries have been on the self-pity/sad side of things, but cheer up! I got a job! Well, okay, not yet, but I have an interview! It's a babysitting gig. Yeah, I know that doesn't sound like much, but it'd be more like being a nanny to a kid than a babysitter, so more money. Kids are adorable, and I think I could handle this.
Though, I read between the lines of this interview, and the girl's dad is totally a vigilante with the hours he keeps. No, I'm not jumping back into the business or jumping to conclusions. I totally used detective skills for this, only... I can't actually figure out who the guy is. I just didn't know that many heroes, and well, it's been a long time since I saw any of those file Batman made me memorize.
Well, anyway. That's my good news! Hopefully the interview goes well. I think being an ex-vigilante and the nurse training I had with Leslie puts a big plus in my column. Wish me luck!
Muse: Stephanie Brown
Fandom: DCU/Batman
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Raven strolled down the sidewalk in Manhattan, a break from the X-men and they're goody goody stuff. She was even behaving herself, she wasn't in her normal blue form and yellow eyes. Wouldn't want to cause undue attention. She swung her bag from Macy's as she looked into store window's wondering what else she would buy.
( Can't a girl go shopping? )
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Raven frowned watching Anna through the window of the X-manison, what on earth was that girl's problem now? Raven was Anna's foster mother, she had taken the young girl in when noone had wanted her. Anna was the one person besides Destiny that Raven cared deeply for, not that Raven would admit it. Raven watched as Anna folded her arms over her chest, almost as if to hug herself tight. Raven closed her eyes , damn it, all she wanted to do was enjoy her coffee and not deal with anyone.
( Maybe if she ignored her long enough she would go away or deal with it herself. )
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X-men
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I sometimes wonder who compiles the Topics,
Last week they wanted me to spread good cheer!
Oh well, this one's predictable (and boring.)
I'd cast my magic and I'd wait and hear
and I would ...
Let them entertain me,
Let them show a spark.
They can sing about their sorrows here.
What’s made life so dark?
They can sing their losses
They can sing their rage.
Maybe I should do a TV show,
Kind of problems page?
They can do a number,
Let the whole thing out,
Once the Gig has started, all can sing,
Time to twist and shout.
They can tell their secrets, bring them to the light,
There can be some numbers, now and then,
When things turn out right.
Melodies can swing on, get those thoughts in rhyme,
Guess I’ll get them started, maybe mock,
Sure the audience can get a shock,
Once the dancing starts the joint may rock -
And we’ll have a real hot time!
Muse, “Sweet” the singing demon,
Fandom, BTVS
Words, 163
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You pass a complete stranger on the street and notice they are crying. What do you do? I try to do the right thing. I'd ask if anything is wrong. Of course I'd know what was wrong already, cause I'm an Empath so can feel what's wrong without them having to actually tell me. But asking what's wrong is respectful, and would be a way to show I care about their problem. So I would ask.
If they didn't tell me to go away or that they just needed to be alone. Then I'd offer to lend a helping hand. Cause that's what good person does. Granted I'm no Superman, Spiderman, or ten thousand other far more well-known and more experienced heroes. I'm just a nobody teenager. But like they say beggars can't be choosers. So if someone is in need help, I can usually get the job done. Or least give a hug and some muchly needed moral support to cheer up a lonely soul in need of a little kindness.
I'll never get rich or become famous from helping those in need. But I get a deeper satisfaction and a warm feeling in my heart from helping people and trying to make the world a better place. Which is a far more wonderful thing than all fame or fortune in the world. Sadly, way too many people turn a death ear to the suffering of others. When they see someone in need of help. They ignore a soul crying out for compassion and love. It breaks my heart to see so many lost souls crying out with nobody noticing their pain. But I feel the pain.
And whatever the reason for someone crying on the street. Whether their a stranger or not doesn't matter. I'd do the kindhearted thing, and ask if they need my assistance. And whether its something as small as cat stuck in a tree. Or someone with a broken heart from losing a loved one. The most important thing is to show your kindness. A kind word or even something as simple as saying "It's gonna be okay." Even if it's not gonna be okay for a while. Everyone needs to be encouraged. Everyone needs to know that someone cares. Those who are crying need to know that no matter how bad they feel. Or how alone and hopeless they feel. They are cared about. They are not alone.
Topic # 290
Muse: Power Boy
Fandom: DC Comics
Words: 415
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You pass a complete stranger on the street and notice they are crying. What do you do?
It depends. Depends on what you might ask? Depends if their male or female? Or how bloody old they are? Just to name a couple questions. Like if their a bloke, I'd probably just keep on a walkin'. Cause a man just isn't supposed to cry... 'specially in a public place. Men are supposed to have a stiff upper lip. Take whatever crap happens to 'em. Keep their emotions all bottled up. Just accept that life sucks and die years early from all the pent up frustration and stress. So I'd usually walk on by, unless I'm in a whinny mood, and tell them a real sob story about my craptastic life. My misfortune would probably cheer 'em up. Certainly has many a person over the years. And damn well shows that some people have allot more to cry about, so things can always be worse.
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Topic #290
Muse: Spike
Fandom: Buffy/Angel The Series
Words: 547
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Wednesday, July 8th, 2009
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There are plenty of circumstances under which it is okay to break the law. As an 87-year-old vampire who is stuck looking like a 30-year-old human—the age at which I was turned—I’ve had to break the law multiple times, and I continue to have to do so in order to survive. Document forgeries are the most common case of how I have to continuously break the law.
I’ve mainly had to make new birth certificates every decade or so. I haven’t had to create a new social security card yet, but I will need to do that soon, as well as make a death certificate for myself. As well as new birth certificates, I also have to make new driver licenses, identification cards, and private investigator licenses.
It is much easier to forge documents—especially those with pictures—now in the digital age. I have only been alive since 1922, and I can only begin to imagine what measures Josef, Coraline and her brothers took to keep themselves safe and under the radar. Then again, Coraline and her brothers had a different way to keep themselves safe; but I won’t go into that ‘mortal cure’ right now as it is for a different topic at a different time.
Along with document forgeries, we, as vampires, have to keep ourselves safe and keep our kind free from exposure. That is the number one rule of vampires: do not expose yourself or your own kind. In order to keep others from finding out about us, however, we sometimes have to break the law: as in killing humans. Occasionally, a vampire has to be taken care of as well, like when they threaten to expose the other vampires.
I’ve had to fight and kill other vampires before. Not because they were threatening to expose our kind, but because they had murdered humans who were my clients. I’m not saying that murder condones murder, but there are times when a vampire goes against even the human laws—such as homicide—and need to be treated as breakers of those human laws. The problem arises when vampires believe they are above mere human laws. I believe that there are laws that we all should follow, whether human or vampire. Of course, the life of a vampire, to keep from exposure, is more important than the life of a human; except the life of my human Beth Turner, perhaps.
Muse: Mick St. John
Fandom: Moonlight
Word Count: 405
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290 - You pass a complete stranger on the street and notice they are crying. What do you do?
I gave her a weapon.
I should probably clarify that, shouldn't I?
( Recruiter )
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Muse: Wesley Wyndam-Pryce
Fandom: 'Angel'/Misc. TV
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290 - You pass a complete stranger on the street and notice they are crying. What do you do?
There were a lot of strangers crying in the street that day.
One of the rec room televisions had been tuned into the New Warriors' show when the accident happened. I heard the explosion from the next room and rushed in, thinking one of the kids had gotten careless and smashed the TV. Instead, I found them staring wide-eyed and horrified at the static that was slowly re-forming into a helicopter view of the devastated area.
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OOC Note: This is a canon-based prompt. See disclaimer.
Muse: Scott Summers AKA "Cyclops"
Fandom: X-Men
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muse: cypher / doug ramsey
fandom: x-men
word count: 199
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Well, that depends. Are they a supervillain?
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muse: superboy / kon-el
fandom: teen titans
word count: 205
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290 - You pass a complete stranger on the street and notice they are crying. What do you do?
((locked to those who know Dick's secret identity))
For once, it wasn't me who came up with the pleasant euphemism for something in the world of Batman and Robin. Ever since he'd first put on the cowl, Bruce had referred to his nightly cruising and searching through Gotham, looking for trouble or looking for trouble to find him as "patrol".
( To Protect and Serve )
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OOC Note: This is a canon-based prompt. See disclaimer.
Muse: Dick Grayson, AKA "Nightwing"
Fandom: Misc. Comics/Batman
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Wednesday, July 8th, 2009
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Honestly, dude? I think it depends.
It's all about desire, man. It's about what you want.
I was on the streets, man. I was a thief and a liar, and I didn't want to be. It was just something that happened. And then Oliver found me, and offered me a job. He offered to take me in, take me under his wing, so to speak, and make my life better. And you know what? I jumped at the chance. I took it. Because I wanted my life to change. I wanted things to get better. I didn't want to spend the rest of my life taking away from others. I wanted to give. I wanted to give back and do the right thing. And I guess I just got lucky finding someone like Ollie that wanted to help me do that. Best thing that's ever happened to me, seriously. Other than meeting Stretch and 'Licious, of course.
So, bottom line. Redemption... it's if you want it, you'll find it. If you don't, you won't.
Bart Allen
Smallville/DC Comics
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Where am I?
The thought repeated over and over until another thought-sound finally answered.
You know where you are, Emma.
Jean?
No.
Madelyne?
No. Try harder. Think, Emma.
There was an almost audible sigh from Emma's own thoughts. I'm dead. I tried to save my daughters, but now I'm dead and... and I've no bloody body. That was quite unacceptable. Without a body, she couldn't truly discover where she was or how to get out. It wasn't as if she hadn't died before, after all. Hank had managed to find all the shattered pieces when Esme had shot and killed her; it could be done again.
Use your mind, Emma. You're a telepath; form your body once again.
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Muse: Emma Frost
Fandom: X-Men
Word Count: 447
OOC Note: This prompt reply is based off RP, not comic-canon.
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sore.
thirsty.
gloomy.
cheerful.
contemplative.
blah.
confused.