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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."
Aug. 21st, 2011 05:46 am (UTC)
85 - double

"And here I thought you were a symptom of encroaching senility." Curry's eyes were grim under his raised brow. "Pity."

"No love for your poor, neglected son?"

"'Poor neglected son'? Hardly. Who let you gatecrash, anyway?"

"Well, if you must know, I'm here as an intern for Mr. Stark."

"You-" He shook quietly with laughter. "He hired you? God, I thought he was nuts before..."


"Mr. Claymore, fighting terrorists in a rocket suit is hardly the act of a sane man. Neither is trying to get rid weapons with yet another weapon. Needless to say, I’m a bit... concerned..."
Aug. 21st, 2011 11:19 pm (UTC)
14 - mow

"Farley, have you taken a look at your backyard lately?"


"You'd need a machete just to get off the porch! I keep wondering if I should be worried about ticks or tigers! When was the last time you cut your lawn?"

"Funny you should mention that... That old push mower? Turns out the blade's more than a bit rusty, and when I took a look at it, I realized that the handle would be perfect for a prototype steering mechanism..."

"So you're saying...?"

"I'm saying that said lawnmower is now a rusty, thirty pound paperweight."

"Fine, I'll go call Harry..."
Aug. 22nd, 2011 11:01 pm (UTC)
15 - wedding

"Did you ever think about getting married?"

"Oh, heavens, no, especially not after Eric..."

Bill mentally cringed. Eric, her werewolf ex, had been of the old school of thought, believing that any woman who even kissed him on the cheek was his for life. Marriage would have just been another link in a very short chain.

"Yeah, but you think you'll ever?"

"Maybe one day..." She moved closer, resting her head on his chest. "But not now. I'm just happy that we've lasted as long as we have."


"Maybe, but I'll take you any way that I can get..."
Aug. 23rd, 2011 03:19 am (UTC)
16 - umbrella

Getting the money was so easy, it was simply terrifying.

The secretary pointed him at the safe deposit boxes, not even looking up from her gossip magazine as he shook out his coat.

When Ryan told him there was enough, he hadn't been kidding. There were thousands, plenty enough to leave, find somewhere well away from his unwanted father, and never hear the name Rapture ever again.

Instead, he sorted out enough to fix the car and schoolbooks for the Little Sisters, put the deed in his satchel, and before anyone noticed, was soon just another umbrella in the street.
Aug. 23rd, 2011 05:02 am (UTC)
17 - barefoot

The bark felt strangely familiar, like the pages of a book, and he paused a moment before dropping to the ground. The dew in the grass made him stumble, and he shivered, clutching his pajamas close in the predawn air.

He looked over the city. About now, the bakers would be heating their ovens, and the rats scurrying back to their holes. He knew this, but now he felt it too, like his own pulse.

He shook himself, then started making his way towards the street.

Now to get home before Mother realized he was gone...
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