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ways_back_room2011-09-29 09:44 am
thebattycakes) wrote in ways_back_room2011-09-29 09:44 am
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What? No DE AGAIN?
What a bunch of slackers y'all are. Pfft.
It's a sad day when Battycakes has to get up early(ish) and take the reins for the DE.
Actually, it's a happy day! Not the getting up early(ish) thing, that stinks, but I don't think I've ever done the DE. So yaaay!
Ack, now I'm nervous. What do I do? What do I do?
OH! I know! Let's go with an oldie but a goodie that seems to bring all the boys (and girls) to the yard!
PROMPT FIC TIIIIIIIME! \o/
And to make it easy on you lazy (and busy) folks, lets make it three sentence fic.
Feel free to abuse punctuation and make it your bitch (or forget the three sentence barrier and go nuts)!
So:
Post in your pups and people will tag them with pairings and/or prompts; be it a word, song lyric, or situation, whatever. Then, fill the prompt with a three (or more) sentence ficcage! Laa!
Easy, no? Fun, yes?
Aright then, let's go get 'em!
[P.S. Someone fill in those empty happy hour spots. It makes me sad to see no shifts taken, but I haven't the time myself. Pick someone fun and new and roll with it! Meet new folks! Have wacky hijinks! Doooo eeeeeet!]
It's a sad day when Battycakes has to get up early(ish) and take the reins for the DE.
Actually, it's a happy day! Not the getting up early(ish) thing, that stinks, but I don't think I've ever done the DE. So yaaay!
Ack, now I'm nervous. What do I do? What do I do?
OH! I know! Let's go with an oldie but a goodie that seems to bring all the boys (and girls) to the yard!
PROMPT FIC TIIIIIIIME! \o/
And to make it easy on you lazy (and busy) folks, lets make it three sentence fic.
Feel free to abuse punctuation and make it your bitch (or forget the three sentence barrier and go nuts)!
So:
Post in your pups and people will tag them with pairings and/or prompts; be it a word, song lyric, or situation, whatever. Then, fill the prompt with a three (or more) sentence ficcage! Laa!
Easy, no? Fun, yes?
Aright then, let's go get 'em!
[P.S. Someone fill in those empty happy hour spots. It makes me sad to see no shifts taken, but I haven't the time myself. Pick someone fun and new and roll with it! Meet new folks! Have wacky hijinks! Doooo eeeeeet!]
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Doc -
Dan -
Carl -
Skellig -
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Dan- dusty uniform, rusty bayonet.
Carl + Jack- That one mission in...
doc [it's all over now, baby blue]
They said this would be an easy job, all he had to do was sit lookout on the corner -- nobody ever said one friggin' word about the sheriff's nephew being a hell of a shot with that rifle.
"Kid--"
His finger dances over the trigger as the shadow passes overhead; he's not sure how long the gunfire went on for but it's been quiet a few moments now.
"C'mon, kid, it's over. Get on out here. We gotta go."
Doc scrambles his way out of the dirt, brushing cobwebs out of his eyes and hair. If the leader of the Dirty Underwear Gang has anything to say about his performance 'sitting lookout', he doesn't say a word. The look of shame on the kid's face does all the talking that needs to be done.
Re: doc [it's all over now, baby blue]
This is great, and now makes me want more Dirty Underwear Gang adventures.
dan [shake it off]
The train will be here in an hour to take him back home.
Dan spends the next hour, and the several that will follow, picking imaginary specks of dust and blood off his pants and jacket to avoid the sympathetic gazes of the other passengers in the parlor car.
Re: dan [shake it off]
DAN!
I wasn't sure what you might do with this, and what you've done is broke my heart.
*wibbles*
carl + jack [s.o.s.]
Jack never accepts (he appreciates the offer, but he just wants to get home to Teri and Kim) and Carl never presses the issue, and they each nod as they get into their trucks.
When the plane hits the tarmac in North Carolina, Jack thinks about the flight he's looking at to get back to Los Angeles, and then he glances at Carl.
His friend merely nods and points the way to the Jeep parked outside the hangar; two hours later they're sitting on Carl's couch with a bottle of scotch between them.
Jack ignores the bruising on his elbow; Carl ignores the ringing in his head. This isn't nearly as bad at that one time...
Re: carl + jack [s.o.s.]
I need to get my happy ass through the rest of 24 so I can actually get to Carl because I love him from you so much.
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Carl-Good whiskey leads to good fights
Doc-Nothin' but sky
dan [horizons]
This is going to be a new start. Mark will get better, here. William will settle into the new school in town without any problems. And Alice will finally be treated like he should be treating her, once the harvest comes in.
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carl [dance f--ker dance]
"C'mon, then." He holds his hands out at his sides. "C'mon."
Whiskey splashes across his face; and he laughs before grabbing hold of the back of the couch, vaulting himself over. She's still yelling, and her fist connects with his jaw.
They both freeze.
Carl licks the corner of his mouth, tasting blood and bourbon on his lips.
"Well, now that--"
"Oh, shut the hell up," she curls her fingers in the front of his shirt, pulling him down. "And get over here."
"And if I don't?"
"You're gonna lose more than that bottle of liquor."
doc [endless]
But he doesn't need to see.
He has his gun resting on his chest and he can hear the quiet sounds of his horse crunching on a bush in the distance.
Tomorrow he'll ride into Utah territory, reinvent himself, and try to become somebody.
But tonight, he's nobody. Just a dark speck under an even darker sky.
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→ Dan : I ain't never been to Vegas but I gambled up my life
→ Carl + Trudy : we'll bend the rules
→ Skellig : out of tune
doc [claustrophobia]
It would be easy enough to find a bar to sit at and hide from the rays of the blistering sun; it would be easy enough to find a warm bed to share with a woman to fight the chill of the moonlit night.
He'd drop a few coins on the counter (or in the palm of her hand) and he could pretend for awhile that it was easy. That this was normal; that his horse wasn't kept saddled and waiting, that he didn't carry two weeks of food in his pack, that he had to make sure to make camp where the light of a fire won't attract any unwanted attention.
It doesn't have to be like this.
But at the same time, it does.
Because he couldn't sit here, alone (save for Cortez tied to that mesquite bush a few yards away) on this hunk of granite in the middle of nowhere and hear the sound of his own heartbeat over the breeze, if he was in a crowded saloon or tangled in the sheets with a red-headed working girl.
He couldn't stop and just listen, inside.
And he needs this -- these blistering hours spent sitting in the sun, and these frigid nights spent shivering beneath his duster -- because it helps him forget what it felt like to be huddled in the darkness of that pit beneath the gallows.
He can breathe.
And he can relax.
He can't do that surrounded by four walls and a shingled roof anymore.
So it has to be like this.
Re: doc [claustrophobia]
And a startling flash of insight into Doc's head, to boot. (I mean "startling" in the best of ways, of course.)
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dan [the house always wins]
He'd thought his luck had run out the day he took the bullet to the calf, but a kind-hearted nurse in the army hospital had other plans as far as that was concerned; he swore to Alice once they made it out to Bisbee, he'd lay down that gun.
Now as he lies in the dirt and stares at the sky, he wishes that he'd known earlier that it was time to fold his hand.
(The house always wins.)
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Skellig - something better than 27 and 53
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