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rionaleonhart) wrote2005-10-04 09:30 pm
rionaleonhart) wrote2005-10-04 09:30 pm
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Random extracts from things I'll never get finished/never post, because I'm lazy/they're really freaking embarrassing. Why, yes, I am an enormous hypocrite.
The pen was bored.
(first line of an untitled Silent Hill 2 fic.)
James suppresses a cry (why? even if the creatures heard it, you would be dead long before they could arrive) as he is lifted and slammed violently into the wall. Pyramid Head is standing very close, close enough for the metal pyramid of Its head to be pressing against James’ cheek. The metal is very cold, the surface of it slick with blood. James thinks that the corner may be sharp enough to cut him – the pain is already so acute that he doubts that he would notice if it did.
Silence. James thinks Mary, and then shivers, and he does not know why.
Both are very still.
(Silent Hill 2 Mary-is-Pyramid-Head fic BECAUSE WHY NOT.)
“We’re here.” He swats absently at Pecker. “Get off. I want to speak to her alone.”
Pecker glares at him, but obeys. As he takes off, he digs his talons into Torn’s shoulder as hard as he can. It’s something he does often. It doesn’t leave much – little markings, little cuts that quickly heal – but he thinks that perhaps if he does it enough the tiny scars will become permanent, and then Torn will have to remember him.
He doesn’t even seem to notice. Just dismounts from the Zoomer and walks out to greet her, the slightest hint of a smile on his tattooed face.
Pecker watches from a distance, and despairs.
(Jak II crack-pairing fic. Torn is humanoid; Pecker is a parrot/monkey hybrid.)
Believe it or not, there was a time once when I was even more drop-dead gorgeous than I am now. You know that 'five years ago' thing I mentioned? Part of the reason that my present situation wouldn't have made the top fifty of my 'Places I'd Expect To Be In The Future' list is that, well... I'm two feet tall and furry now, and I wasn't then, and call me naïve, but the change from being an incredibly brilliant and mostly unottershaped person to being an ottsel really wasn't one that I saw coming.
(Random Jak 3 Daxter-fic.)
His hair flared red as he held out a hand, and an innocently passing member of the Shadow Team squeaked once and burst into flames. Hades folded his arms as his hair reverted to blue and looked back at Cloud, smiling smugly. Cloud, he noted with mild surprise, didn't look particularly impressed.
"Well?" he asked, when it became clear that Cloud wasn't going to say anything.
"So you have a Fire materia. What does that prove?"
"...What?"
"Anyone with a Fire materia could do that." To illustrate his point, Cloud set another Shadow on fire. The rest of the team seemed to take the hint and began to move in another direction.
(A Kingdom Hearts fic that I've owed![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
konitsu for Hyne knows how long, and that I don't think I'll ever get written.)
"How long were you planning to stay here?"
That, at least, is easy to answer. "Until I find Mary."
Jack hesitates, but only for a moment. "What if you don't find her?"
James doesn't know how to answer that.
I'll go home. I'll find her somehow. I'll die. I'll stay here for ever, walking through abandoned streets in circles and searching for someone who died.
Something touches him on the shoulder, and he starts and turns, already raising the handgun. There wasn't any static, and that makes it worse so much worse because there's only one thing in this town that doesn't set off the radio and the gun does nothing to it, nothing does anything to it and it just stands there, flesh and metal and the knife that could split a man in two and -
- but it's Jack, just Jack. He'd almost forgotten that he was there. He'd forgotten that people touch each other for comfort. He remembers finding out that Mary was going to die, how he'd - he'd wanted to -
It isn't important.
To comfort each other. People touch other people in order to comfort them, not just themselves. Because that would be selfish, that would be wrong.
Jack's got his hands in the air and an eyebrow raised, and it takes James a moment to realise that he's still pointing the gun at him. He lowers it with a muttered apology.
(Doctor Who/Silent Hill crossover. Jack Harkness/James Sunderland. Yes, THAT fic.)
My problem with finishing THAT Doctor Who/Silent Hill crossover is this:
He stumbles backwards, broken glass crunching beneath his feet. In a moment Jack's hand is on his back again, holding him steady, and James whips around and kisses him violently on the mouth.
Jack seems taken aback for a moment, but then he responds eagerly enough, tightening his grip on the back of James' jacket and even slipping a hand up under his shirt - and that infuriates James, because he isn't doing this for Jack, dammit, this is for him, he wants to hurt somebody.
Riona: Okay, we're getting somewhere. Now, how do you think Jack would react if James, y'know, bit through his lip or something?
Riona's Mind: Jack?
Riona: Yes.
Riona's Mind: Jack Harkness?
Riona: Yes, of course.
Riona's Mind: ...You're not going to like it, you know.
Riona: Just tell me.
Riona's Mind: Well, he'd probably just take a step back and break out the bondage gear.
Riona: ...
On a slightly related note, NaNo's coming up! I DO NOT HAVE A CLUE WHAT I AM GOING TO WRITE HOORAY.
...this is not, strictly speaking, entirely true. I do have a slight idea. However, it's a load of rubbish and couldn't possibly last for fifty thousand words, so here's hoping I can come up with something better by November.
Hyne, I'd forgotten how addictive the forums are, though.
This segues seamlessly (this is not true either) into my next point: I am, apparently, the only person in the world who has not yet watched Advent Children. Although I would obviously like to see it, this may not be a bad thing, given what happened the last time I saw a movie:
Riona: *watches the original Peter Cook and Dudley Moore version of Bedazzled. Laughs so hard she cannot breathe at the trampolining nun scene.* (It's the music that makes it. Well, and the backflipping.)
Later:
Riona: *goes to sleep*
The Devil and Stanley Moon, In Riona's Dreams: *kiss. a lot.*
Riona: *wakes up abruptly, eyes very wide indeed*
...
...WHAT THE HELL, BRAIN.
The pen was bored.
(first line of an untitled Silent Hill 2 fic.)
James suppresses a cry (why? even if the creatures heard it, you would be dead long before they could arrive) as he is lifted and slammed violently into the wall. Pyramid Head is standing very close, close enough for the metal pyramid of Its head to be pressing against James’ cheek. The metal is very cold, the surface of it slick with blood. James thinks that the corner may be sharp enough to cut him – the pain is already so acute that he doubts that he would notice if it did.
Silence. James thinks Mary, and then shivers, and he does not know why.
Both are very still.
(Silent Hill 2 Mary-is-Pyramid-Head fic BECAUSE WHY NOT.)
“We’re here.” He swats absently at Pecker. “Get off. I want to speak to her alone.”
Pecker glares at him, but obeys. As he takes off, he digs his talons into Torn’s shoulder as hard as he can. It’s something he does often. It doesn’t leave much – little markings, little cuts that quickly heal – but he thinks that perhaps if he does it enough the tiny scars will become permanent, and then Torn will have to remember him.
He doesn’t even seem to notice. Just dismounts from the Zoomer and walks out to greet her, the slightest hint of a smile on his tattooed face.
Pecker watches from a distance, and despairs.
(Jak II crack-pairing fic. Torn is humanoid; Pecker is a parrot/monkey hybrid.)
Believe it or not, there was a time once when I was even more drop-dead gorgeous than I am now. You know that 'five years ago' thing I mentioned? Part of the reason that my present situation wouldn't have made the top fifty of my 'Places I'd Expect To Be In The Future' list is that, well... I'm two feet tall and furry now, and I wasn't then, and call me naïve, but the change from being an incredibly brilliant and mostly unottershaped person to being an ottsel really wasn't one that I saw coming.
(Random Jak 3 Daxter-fic.)
His hair flared red as he held out a hand, and an innocently passing member of the Shadow Team squeaked once and burst into flames. Hades folded his arms as his hair reverted to blue and looked back at Cloud, smiling smugly. Cloud, he noted with mild surprise, didn't look particularly impressed.
"Well?" he asked, when it became clear that Cloud wasn't going to say anything.
"So you have a Fire materia. What does that prove?"
"...What?"
"Anyone with a Fire materia could do that." To illustrate his point, Cloud set another Shadow on fire. The rest of the team seemed to take the hint and began to move in another direction.
(A Kingdom Hearts fic that I've owed
konitsu for Hyne knows how long, and that I don't think I'll ever get written.)"How long were you planning to stay here?"
That, at least, is easy to answer. "Until I find Mary."
Jack hesitates, but only for a moment. "What if you don't find her?"
James doesn't know how to answer that.
I'll go home. I'll find her somehow. I'll die. I'll stay here for ever, walking through abandoned streets in circles and searching for someone who died.
Something touches him on the shoulder, and he starts and turns, already raising the handgun. There wasn't any static, and that makes it worse so much worse because there's only one thing in this town that doesn't set off the radio and the gun does nothing to it, nothing does anything to it and it just stands there, flesh and metal and the knife that could split a man in two and -
- but it's Jack, just Jack. He'd almost forgotten that he was there. He'd forgotten that people touch each other for comfort. He remembers finding out that Mary was going to die, how he'd - he'd wanted to -
It isn't important.
To comfort each other. People touch other people in order to comfort them, not just themselves. Because that would be selfish, that would be wrong.
Jack's got his hands in the air and an eyebrow raised, and it takes James a moment to realise that he's still pointing the gun at him. He lowers it with a muttered apology.
(Doctor Who/Silent Hill crossover. Jack Harkness/James Sunderland. Yes, THAT fic.)
My problem with finishing THAT Doctor Who/Silent Hill crossover is this:
He stumbles backwards, broken glass crunching beneath his feet. In a moment Jack's hand is on his back again, holding him steady, and James whips around and kisses him violently on the mouth.
Jack seems taken aback for a moment, but then he responds eagerly enough, tightening his grip on the back of James' jacket and even slipping a hand up under his shirt - and that infuriates James, because he isn't doing this for Jack, dammit, this is for him, he wants to hurt somebody.
Riona: Okay, we're getting somewhere. Now, how do you think Jack would react if James, y'know, bit through his lip or something?
Riona's Mind: Jack?
Riona: Yes.
Riona's Mind: Jack Harkness?
Riona: Yes, of course.
Riona's Mind: ...You're not going to like it, you know.
Riona: Just tell me.
Riona's Mind: Well, he'd probably just take a step back and break out the bondage gear.
Riona: ...
On a slightly related note, NaNo's coming up! I DO NOT HAVE A CLUE WHAT I AM GOING TO WRITE HOORAY.
...this is not, strictly speaking, entirely true. I do have a slight idea. However, it's a load of rubbish and couldn't possibly last for fifty thousand words, so here's hoping I can come up with something better by November.
Hyne, I'd forgotten how addictive the forums are, though.
This segues seamlessly (this is not true either) into my next point: I am, apparently, the only person in the world who has not yet watched Advent Children. Although I would obviously like to see it, this may not be a bad thing, given what happened the last time I saw a movie:
Riona: *watches the original Peter Cook and Dudley Moore version of Bedazzled. Laughs so hard she cannot breathe at the trampolining nun scene.* (It's the music that makes it. Well, and the backflipping.)
Later:
Riona: *goes to sleep*
The Devil and Stanley Moon, In Riona's Dreams: *kiss. a lot.*
Riona: *wakes up abruptly, eyes very wide indeed*
...
...WHAT THE HELL, BRAIN.
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If you do not finish the Dr. Who/Silent Hill crossover I will, quite possibly, cry and/or make a voodoo doll out of you and prod it occasionally because I read it and I loved it. (I loved it from the first moment the Doctor could see the wolves and Rose COULDN'T, creepy shit.)
Luv,
me
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...no, I am NOT going to drop it. ^_^