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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.
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