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Aug. 26th, 2011 12:04 am (UTC)
36 - boat

Jack glanced through the porthole, watching the sea flow past. Tenenbaum was putting the girls to bed, and Ryan had went off to be alone (which suited everyone fine), so there was nothing to do but sit and dream of home.

Before Rapture, home was a one-bedroom apartment, where he'd spent the years after school moving from job to job.

And it was all a lie - Fontaine had destroyed it as effectively as any bomb or fire.

But if there was anywhere that home wasn't, it was Rapture.

He'd find home, no matter what it took to get there.
Aug. 26th, 2011 02:16 am (UTC)
37 - surf

"Surfing waterbenders?" Bill frowned. "Isn't that kind of cheating? You get on the board, ride the waves, wipe out..."

"I've heard they do some interesting tricks, like this one guy who freezes a path across the wave instead of using a board."

"Still, it's not exactly a prime 'romantic beach day' spot."

"Yeah, rowdy insecure element-benders doesn't exactly equal quiet, especially not after what happened last time."

"You didn't see that guy's face when you threw his buddy out the window. Guy would have to be an idiot-"

"And what are the chances of that happening?"

"...Ember Island?"

"Sounds good."
Aug. 26th, 2011 05:14 am (UTC)
39 - hike

"So what do you think?"

"It's so... quiet." Lisa twisted the stem of her apple, looking at the valley. "I mean, yeah, I whine about how noisy it's been in New York, but here it's so... still."

"You're saying that like it's a bad thing," Thornton teased.

"Nah, this is exactly what we needed - no business, no worries-"

"No in-laws?"

"God forbid." She leaned up and kissed him, earning a slow moan of pleasure. When she finished, his eyes were warm with equal parts love and need.

"It's our life, now, and that is how it's going to be."
Aug. 27th, 2011 10:48 pm (UTC)
40 - solstice

"Sun's up."

"You noticed?" Farley grumbled. He dragged himself to the window, and tugged at the drapes. From her side of the bed, Jenna smiled.

"Not a fan of the solstice, huh?"

"Eh, just 'cause the sun gets up early doesn't mean I will." (At least that's what she thought he said - one in five syllables were barely anything resembling coherent.)

He flopped onto the bed, eyes already closed, and wormed around until he was more or less next to her.

"Wake me when it's sane," he slurred, already slipping into unconsciousness.

"So I guess I'm making breakfast, then?"
Aug. 28th, 2011 06:47 am (UTC)
53 - perfection

Jenna decided that she'd had it with "handsome" gentlemen. The strapping, chiseled paragons were rare, and those who actively strove for the look often turned out to be equally vile.

For all his posturing, Farley had no such delusions, and for a while, that was enough.

But after several months of pillow talk, he'd gone from sex partner to Farley, and she knew it would hurt if it ended.

It hurt even worse after Shiwan, and she was relieved that neither he nor Cranston had destroyed him completely.

But she'd never admit that what she missed most was his smile.
Aug. 28th, 2011 07:05 am (UTC)
41 - sunset

Thornton looked out at the city from atop the mausoleum, long shadows stretching across the graveyard.

In a sane world, he wouldn't be here. In a sane world, there wouldn't be a Depression, or gangsters, or-

As the last bits of light faded, there was a flicker of movement at his right - the freshly turned dirt on a grave shifting.

He jumped down as dirt-caked fingers poked through, and strode over as the vampire tried to dig itself out. When he knew that it wasn't going anywhere, he slammed the stake home.

Another night in New bloody York.
Aug. 29th, 2011 12:42 am (UTC)
42 - roughing it

It wasn't much of a camping trip, truth be told. But after the "excitement" in Cuba, the girls deserved a little peace.

Jack pulled his coat shut, keeping an eye on the banked campfire. He'd sleep eventually, but the girls came first.

Wasn't it only yesterday when they looked up at the sun with such awe, like they were in the presence of an old god? Now they didn't think of the skies as anything but normal - because neither were they.

Another glance at the wrench by his sleeping bag, then he picked up the water for the fire.
Aug. 29th, 2011 10:53 pm (UTC)
43 - drink

Druid beer.

Really, what was up with this city?

He'd chuckled through Jen's tale of ley lines, half-assed spells, and oracular slugs - even her uncle, who'd perfected the recipe, had admitted that it was 90% hyperbole, sorta-truths, and utter bullshit. But the energies - part residual energies, part honest-to-god pride in the handiwork - were very real.

It was a relief when his tests showed that they didn't influence the beer - he was only getting drunk, nothing more.

Farley toyed with the bottle, then put it back with the rest. Maybe there's something to be said for temperance...
Aug. 30th, 2011 05:33 am (UTC)
44 - weed (Yes, I went there.)

"...Tenenbaum was right - the flora around Rapture contains significant amounts of ADAM. However, we haven't concluded whether the plants feed the slugs, dead slugs fertilize the plants, or something else. The data is-"


"Actually," Bill clicked off the recorder, "I was gonna say useless."

"Then why do it?"

"Tenenbaum believes anything we learn from that-" He nodded at the sample tank. "Can help towards her elusive 'cure.'"

"And now you get to, what, smoke it?"

"Hells no - the chemical turns people into raving mutants. Smoke it, and you might as well follow up with a Draino chaser..."
Aug. 30th, 2011 08:28 pm (UTC)
45 - sunrise

Someone yanked at the quilt, the change shocking Thornton awake. He sat up, and saw Lisa, tangled in the sheets. Her hair, no longer in her usual curls, trailed along as she curled up against the pillow.

The sun was barely peeking over the horizon, but it didn't matter anyway - there wasn't much to do, supernatural or otherwise.

He carefully tugged the blanket out of her hands, settling in behind her. She stirred fitfully, but quieted down when his arm slid around her waist. He pulled the quilt up around them, and smiled as he sank back into sleep.
Aug. 30th, 2011 11:01 pm (UTC)
46 - drown

The bullet holes had been repaired, of course. But if he looked carefully enough, he could see the welder's marks. Not a bad job, just not good enough.

He slid a hand over the new panel and remembered.

So easy, so sure everything would pan out the way it didn't. Blood dissolving in the water, the last obstacle to his plans (Margo his, the Bastards silenced for good, the world at his feet) gone, not seeing the hundreds more that sprung up in its place.

The metal went cold. Farley turned and walked away, the past fading with the tide.
Aug. 31st, 2011 02:50 am (UTC)
47 - mosquito

Thornton wonders what the Provolone clan would do if they discovered what he was.

Aldo knows, but also that he's friendly, if not harmless - he's not the "hoarded gold and flambéed maidens" type.

Snaps doesn't, and he wonders how he - Mafioso, Catholic, paragon of overprotective fathers - would react. It'd be a fight, in the worst cases, and Snaps would lose.


He loves her, and she him, there's no denying. Yet for her blunt talk, she's still young in so many ways, and he doesn't know what Father intended.

The path of love has never run smooth...
Aug. 31st, 2011 04:38 am (UTC)
49 - breeze

There was no wind in Rapture. Under the sea, it wasn't even a possibility.

Yet it was most obvious in Arcadia, where the silence was like feeling your chest but not hearing a heartbeat, the stillness too still to be real.

Perhaps that was why it didn't work out so well, even before Ryan started charging. The leaves rustled, the branches creaked, but the lack of breeze made it nothing more than an overgrown greenhouse.

"Hello, beatif-"

The shotgun jerked as it fired, and the Houdini splicer dropped to the floor.

Well, Jack thought, walking away, at least it's quiet...
Aug. 31st, 2011 05:24 pm (UTC)
50 - humid

"So this is your little - what'd you call it - Batcave?"

After he came back, Farley got to work, converting his basement into a private space where he could tinker, study magic, or just be by himself - 21st century things and all. The way the summer had been, he hadn't regretted it yet.

"Yep. It's not much, really - a couple chairs, work table, mini-fridge-"

"Bed?" Jenna nodded towards a futon, half covered in blankets.

"Yeah, the weather's been ridiculous..."

"And yet I can't help but notice it's a full bed..."

"Well, if you insist..."

"You smooth-talking romantic..."
Aug. 31st, 2011 07:23 pm (UTC)
51 - hammock

He found them by the garden. Eleanor and Grace sat, the girl's head on her shoulder as they watched nothing.

For a moment, he was tempted to call for them - it was getting late, and he didn't like the look of the clouds.

But Eleanor looked up at Grace, no longer the young woman who'd fought tooth and nail to get the closest thing she had to a real father, but a little girl who'd lost so much, and sobbed quietly as she sank against her again.

Jack moved away, careful not to make any noise. He could wait.
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