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Jun. 7th, 2011 02:06 am (UTC)
#06 - part time job

"Hard at work, I see."

Farley rolled his eyes as the toy DeLorean landed on his table. Jenna sat, smiling.

"Pity things didn't go well with Stark."

"Eh, things could've gone worse. Managed to get a hell of a bonus, too."

"Right, for 'going above and beyond your duties as a lowly intern.' So why didn't you stay?"

He shrugged. "I thought about it. But I felt that he and I had differences in perspective on how he was running things."

"You called him a self-righteous bastard who wouldn't ask for help to save his life."

"He agreed, didn't he?"

Edited at 2011-06-07 02:18 am (UTC)
Jun. 8th, 2011 07:19 pm (UTC)
#34 - war


"Just give me a second..." Jack knelt, clearing away the dust over the fake cement panel.

"You could have told me about this."

"I didn't trust you then." He pulled the lockbox out of the hole, keeping the combination lock hidden out of habit, then lifted back the dustcloth when it was open.

Ryan looked thoughtfully at the plasmids glowing merrily away. "Do you really think it will come to this?"

"If Lamb's as bad as you say she is, definitely. If she has ADAM..."

The lock clicked shut, and Jack walked out, carrying the box like a gun.
Jun. 9th, 2011 10:09 pm (UTC)
59 - tiger swimming in water

Eleanor floats in the reduced gravity tank, neon green light of the diving helmet focused on me. After a moment, she waves at me, and I stare at the needle on her arm before I manage a nod back.

She kicks sharply, and disappears from view in a flash. When she's gone, I remember the needle, at least an inch thick at the base.

Remember the splicer, struggling like a worm on a hook, bleeding like a stuck pig.

I push the memory away, remembering the broken girl that she is now, and pray for her - and for us.
Jun. 10th, 2011 03:18 am (UTC)
81 - birthday

Mother never believed in birthdays. They were just another manifestation of her bitterest enemy, the ego. For Eleanor to truly be Rapture's savior, she could not be preoccupied by trivial things like parties or gifts.

Aunt Gracie knew better, and though she couldn't afford much, the handmade dolls and candy were worth their weight in gold.

As a Little Sister, it was always her birthday, with dancing angels, rose petals, and Daddy - until a stranger with eyes of ice made him sleep.

On her eighteenth, she and Father rose early, and watched the sun dawn on their new world.
Jun. 14th, 2011 04:27 am (UTC)
#53 - pool


Dani glanced over at him from her crate as the invisible thing ran towards the doorway, snuffling. She raised an eyebrow, and mouthed, Blind. Needs to hear its victim.

Bill pointed at the bones lying on the crate, then mimed throwing one. A minute later, a shin bone plopped into the water, and the creature splashed toward it-

The gun popped loudly, and the creature dropped like a stone, corpse fading into visibility. What parts still remained untouched were badly misshapen, done by the hand of someone with no clue about human anatomy and a shitload of drugs.

Jun. 19th, 2011 03:08 am (UTC)
#82 - panic

"Kill him?! Me?!" Was he-?

Of course he's insane, I thought, ready to smack myself if not for the gun in my arms.

"All of you!" he barked, not taking his glare off me. The leader bowed, and strode out, the others following stoically behind.

All except me.

I stepped forward, flashing my winning smile.

"Couldn't I just stay here and help you?"

"GO!" He pointed sharply at the door.

He wanted to throw himself on the Shadow's sword? Fine, his goddamn funeral. But I wasn't gonna stick around to be cannon fodder.

If I knew things would get worse...
Jun. 27th, 2011 07:41 pm (UTC)
65 - swimsuit inspector


"No?! Why not?!"

"Well for one thing, I'm still trying to figure out how quickly you'd get arrested for indecent exposure-"

"It's just my chest! You're the one making it sound like I plan to walk around butt naked!"

"Might as well be. I don't know how they do things in the Aughties, but-"

"Oho no, there is no way I am wearing that thing!"

"Why not?!"

"Because it makes me look like a total dork, that's why!"

"Oh, come on, it can’t be that-"

"...Well? Sometime this week, Cranston."

"Okay, fine, it is that bad."

"Told ya so."

Edited at 2011-08-09 01:42 am (UTC)
Jul. 3rd, 2011 10:20 pm (UTC)
75 shark jumping out of water

"Come on down here and chum some of this shit-"

As Bruce leapt out of the water, Brody jerked back in shock-

"Christ-!" TUMP "OW!"

Farley set the popcorn on the table, then leaned over where Lamont had been sitting. Scare chord had met crime-fighter instinct, and Lamont now lay sprawled onto the floor, glaring at the ceiling.

"...What was that?"

"Sorry - I thought I'd let you be surprised this time around. Only goes downhill from here."

"So you're saying-" He pulled himself off the couch. "It gets worse?"

"After what - the guy's head or Quint getting eaten?"

Jul. 6th, 2011 12:00 am (UTC)
38 - mirage

"Well, whaddaya know - he was the RED Spy..."

"Indeed." The Spy glared as he stepped over the blood. "Unfortunately, he also got away."

"Eh, he won't get far..."

"Maybe, but there's still a problem."


Five minutes later, it was over. The team was unconscious, save for the "Spy" and the Medic, who was pinned to the wall by his own scalpels.

"You see..." The mask vanished, blue darkened into black, and the rough French drawl turned into a refined British purr. "I was never on your side, either."

Bill walked over, smiling. "Now, tell me about this Medigun..."
Jul. 15th, 2011 05:01 am (UTC)
26 - alcohol

"Gentlemen," Farley said, "as of-" He glanced theatrically at his watch. "-thirty-some hours ago, the so-called 'Noble Experiment' has officially been repealed."

"Took 'em long enough." Harry snorted, while Rory passed Max a sawbuck. "Hell, I'm surprised they didn't fold sooner."

"Yeah, well, God forbid people should have to admit they were wrong..."

"Still," Harry leaned back in his chair, "you have to admit it wasn't a total loss..."

"How?" Farley glanced up, curious. Harry was a teetotaler by necessity - the hard stuff turned his stomach.

"At least no one heard you brag about how you and Jen-"

Jul. 17th, 2011 07:15 am (UTC)
84 - overlook

"Good Lord..." Reinhardt polished his glasses again and scowled. "Can't believe that they'd actually let this place open."

"Looks like they're doing all right..." Farley glanced around the busy lobby.

"Maybe, but I can't help but feel this place has become... oh, I don't know, tainted somehow."

"Well, if it was cursed, it isn't now. The coven went over this place with a fine-toothed comb - twice."

"Oh, really?" Reinhardt smiled skeptically.

A glass-shattering shriek, followed by a steel cooking pot against the wall, leaving cracks in the plaster.

"A fine-toothed comb, eh?"

"So they missed one! Picky, picky, picky..."

Edited at 2011-07-17 07:17 am (UTC)
Aug. 5th, 2011 04:38 am (UTC)
23 - garden

It had been Tenenbaum's idea, really. With at least a dozen mouths to feed, any way to make one less trip to the grocer's helped a lot.

The children approved, if only because of the novelty - though Abby was disappointed that there weren't any ice cream trees - but who would tend it?

He didn't trust Ryan, but the man had a gift for using resources to the fullest, and the Little Sisters were glad to help, if a bit clueless as to the how.

If it got him out of the house, and kept him from going nuts...
Aug. 5th, 2011 11:10 pm (UTC)
01 - dust

Oh, God.

They cleaned.

Farley gaped at the spotless room, dismayed at the alphabetized books, the nearly emptied wastebasket. Better men had died for less.

“Nice place.” Lamont looked around thoughtfully.

“It’s a fucking museum!”

“...Excuse me?”

“Look, I know I haven’t lived here for a while,” Farley muttered, crossing to a bookcase, “but give me a break!”

“So? It's clean!”

“Too clean!” He grabbed several books, put them on a table, then started reshelving the others like a disgruntled librarian. “Honestly... think you’d find toothpaste in the fridge...” He stopped, satisfied. “There. My bachelordom has been restored.”

“Yea verily.”
Aug. 9th, 2011 12:02 am (UTC)

"Now that was fun."

Jenna chuckled. "Would've been a lot more fun if you hadn't cheated at that ball-toss game..."

"Oh, come on!" Farley scoffed. "Everyone knows those things are rigged!"

"You didn't see the look on the guy's face when the target hit the back of the stand. You'd think the whole thing was about to collapse!"

"Well, at least the trip wasn't a total loss..." He hefted the teddy bear up, carrying it under his arm. Jenna smiled, and slipped a hand into his.

"Happy anniversary, Farley."

"Happy anniversary, Jen."

"Ooh, there's the corn dog stand you mentioned..."
Aug. 9th, 2011 01:37 am (UTC)

There's a piece of wood in Ryan's bedside table, resting next to a ruble and an old letter from Bill, crudely marked with a pattern of shattered chain links. On the back, in equally crude letters, is a date - 03-26-1960. He'd picked it up not long after he stepped out of Fontaine's submarine, carved it himself with a knife lifted off a dead splicer.

He'd suspected for a time that he'd have to leave Rapture like he had with Minsk and Virginia, though he'd never foreseen anything like this.

Maybe, just maybe, this time he'll be here to stay.
Aug. 10th, 2011 01:36 am (UTC)
04 - float

He'd missed baths. Not that he had anything against showers, but there was something infinitely more relaxing about them.

Not having one for over a year helped - there were plenty of moments back in Chicago where he just wanted to kick back, soak, and not think about how the city was going to blow up today.

At least in New York, he didn't have that problem anymore, which gave him plenty of time-

The bedroom phone rang, and Farley slumped back against the stall wall.

"All right, I'm coming, keep your skirt on..."

Well, most of the time.

Aug. 12th, 2011 01:05 am (UTC)
05 - ice

"Any better?"

Farley hissed as the cold pack settled against his ribs. "No, but I'll heal."

"Yes, eventually, but you're in pain now."

"And don't I know it..." Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Jenna frown at the edges of the bruise. "...Look, I'm sorry that you have to see me like this-"

"Don't be. People get hurt in fights, that's the point." But her scowl deepened.

"Yeah, but-"

The robe dropped to the floor, and she slid into bed before he could roll over.

"It'll be okay, I promise."

His hand brushed against hers. "I know."
Aug. 12th, 2011 02:50 am (UTC)
07 - sunburn



Everyone present - those who'd gone through puberty, at any rate - knew how he'd felt about Roosevelt's "Bolshevik poison", giving everything to those who hadn't earned the right to it.

As opposed to leaving it in the hands of people like Fontaine and not giving it to those who needed it.

Even if he'd wanted to go back, the governments would want his head over the people he'd stolen from under their noses.

And what exactly did you lead them to, hmm?

A world that he despised and that would happily return the favor.

Why go back?
Aug. 12th, 2011 05:54 am (UTC)
08 - ocean
no_god_or_kings Sinclair

The world is eerily, soothingly, flutteringly blue through the porthole, even with the muck he stirs up with each muffled pounding step. Even the fact that he's stuck good in this beefed-up tin can pales in comparison to the fact that he's under the fucking sea.

But the best part is the freedom - makes him remember what Gil said about Rapture not holding the Big Daddies. No walls, no boundaries - just go where he liked, do what he wanted.

Well, within reason, of course.

You'd almost think he was free - except for the fact that he wasn't.
Aug. 12th, 2011 11:19 pm (UTC)
09 - wander

"I didn't mean to run off-"

"I know you didn't, but this is the Crossroads, Ellie! If you don't know what you're doing, you could end up somewhere really bad, and someone might not be there to get you out..."

He stopped - Ellie was fiddling with the blanket. After a minute, she muttered something.

"Pardon me?"

"He never called me that."


Ellie shook her head.

"...Would you rather I called you something else?"

"No, that's all right..."

"Well..." He cleared his throat, suddenly feeling very awkward. "I'll let the doctor know you'll be spending the night."

"Thank you."
Aug. 14th, 2011 04:17 pm (UTC)
10 - rain (sequel to 02 - festival)

"It's not that I hate that suit..." Farley stretched luxuriantly. "But it's a pain in the ass when it gets wet."

"You're telling me?" Jenna nodded over at her dress, hanging on the shower curtain. "We're just lucky we got home before it really started to pour."

"Thanks for coming over, by the way." He sat the teddy bear on the couch, curling the towel around it like a nest. "I know people aren't happy about us being together-"

"They can jump in the Hudson. If I didn't want to be here, I wouldn't." She smiled. "Now, about that tea..."
Aug. 15th, 2011 04:45 am (UTC)
11 - blue skies
no_god_or_kings Eleanor Lamb

Eleanor looked up at the sky, all purples and pinks and oranges, like nothing she and Amir could have ever imagined. The sun would be up soon, and she'd need to keep going if they wanted to reach America, but right now she was happy to watch it rise.

A seagull flew past, wheeling through the air and fading into the distance like mist. The waves are still, and everything is quiet, almost eerily so after the splicers' gibbering madness and the banshee shriek of her fellow Big Sisters.

After all that, how could Mother ever think this was Hell?
Aug. 16th, 2011 05:35 am (UTC)
48 - family

Wainwright had tolerated plenty of strange behavior from Lamont before - keeping odd hours, being late for everything, though he said he had nothing to do - yet befriending Mr. Claymore took the cake. The man had no respect for proper society, and had been a person of interest in a bombing, for God's sake!

But somehow, Claymore was a good influence on him - Wainwright saw more humanity in Lamont now than he'd had, even before he started trying to use his powers on him.

He'd wait. For all their strange foibles, the coven had never been wrong yet...

Edited at 2011-08-18 05:22 pm (UTC)
Aug. 20th, 2011 05:15 am (UTC)
12 - lazy


"Very." Bill slowly dropped a pencil into the cup. Not taking his eyes off it, he felt around for another on the desk.

"Requisition forms from Medical - sign in tripilicate." Dani put the file on the desk, brushing the loose pencils aside. "Funny, I thought you said you wanted quiet."

"Yes, but there's quiet and there's boring. You'd think that a promotion would come with some perks - less paperwork, a nicer office, better coffee-"

"Less missions?" She smiled sweetly.

He rolled his eyes, but took the cup off his forehead, gesturing with it. "Well, there is that."
Aug. 21st, 2011 01:44 am (UTC)
13 - independence

"...the son of Ryan was more effective than all his self-aware rivals-"

"Of course, she doesn't say that one of those 'self-aware rivals' was holding the damn leash-”

Ryan held up a finger, then let the recording play through.

"Well, I did say I wouldn't underestimate her again, and sorry to say, she hasn't disappointed..."

"Great." Jack scowled - short of ADAM itself, the notes on how they'd programmed him were the last thing he wanted to see in the wrong hands. "I'm gonna talk to Eleanor, and then make sure this Doctor Lamb never sees those notes ever again."
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