Hurrah!
I was able to activate Windows games on your pc! Yuppie!
There was a little 'Seven hurt when I installed it and disappeared ... But so far I've been too lazy to put me to figure out how to activate them! In fact, I thought was impossible. Besides, even things like Windows Movie Maker have disappeared mysteriously ... (Because Windows Live Movie Maker is NOT Windows Movie Maker)
Ah, how nice! I can finally play Hearts in the lost time!
Monday, February 28, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
Does Nuga Bed Reviews
[V (2009)] Afterwards
Title: Afterward
Fandom: V (2009)
Characters: Chad Decker, Eric Evans, Jack Landry, Kyle Hobbes
Pairing: All / Erica
None Rating: G
Count Words: 1418 ( Fidipù )
Challenge: COW-T @![[info]](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_sFqxR_TVq_JZ7B0PKy4bmbmTehqm39tPOW8WgoszlXYwR6voxezNaTj4kynruFnnwnKbNjgx6SXP7LSZLGVNkrWfUGdXU3-OiNqVIDSbtgSLNCg41RhA=s0-d)
maridichallenge
Prompt: [II Week - Missoni 2] Courage
Abstract: The reactions Erica and the other after having declared their decisions.
Notes: No, but this courage is inspiring me to a brothel. . _. Another scene taken by Siege, as last week, only this time is set immediately after the speech of Erica. I wanted to imagine the reactions of the four in-depth, and I hope to have pulled out something vaguely acceptable! ^ ^ "
Spoiler: 2x06, Siege
Disclaimer: Beneficiaries, whoever they are ...
Warning: None
When Eric had finished speaking, the air seemed to have become dense almost palpable, so full of static that seemed about to explode at any time. In the midst of the storm, the four were properties for a long time in silence, she tried to continue their eyes, one by one, and they were looking for her, as if within an instant they had all been thrown in the middle of the ocean and the only hope they had of stay afloat was to cling to each other as if they were the only remaining beams of a sinking ship, waiting for someone who would soon come to the rescue.
Erica sighed, drawing back the hair from her face, and gave a quick nod, before he could put together enough air to talk again, "Well," he murmured and seemed as if his voice resound like an echo blurred between those four walls. "This is what I ..." He breathed deeply. "Now I think we should leave all to sleep, because tomorrow will begin the day very heavy." He passed his sleeve shirt under his nose and lips and then forced himself to smile, just a little, as if unable to bear more all the tension that she had brought and Jack took a step forward, resting her hand on his shoulder.
"Are you sure you're okay, Erica?"
She nodded vigorously, perhaps too quickly. "I'm fine. I just need to rest now, that's all. "
Jack opened his mouth to insist and then immediately closed it, perhaps thinking that to argue with her at that time would have been more harmful than anything else. "Okay," she whispered, stroking his arm and Erica stood still, letting the warmth of his hands to inject a bit of warmth. "Thank you, Jack," she said finally, apparently relieved, and then looked straight at me, as if it had suddenly occurred to me something very important: "And what are you going to do from now on?"
He looked at her a moment without understanding and shook his head: "I told you, fight ..."
"No," she interjected, interrupting him. "I mean ... I have secularized, is not it? You can not stay in the parish. Where will you now? "
" I'll find a place, "assured her, trying to turn to smile. "Do not worry about me, Erica. I will manage it. Now just think about yourself, what happened to you. Like you said, you need a rest. "
Erica ran a hand through his hair and nodded, keeping his eyes down. "You're right, I know. Only I can not not think about it. "
" Hey, hey. "Erica turned in surprise, when the voice of Hobbes interrupted them, and turned toward him with his eyes slightly open, as if in that short amount of time had completely forgotten the presence of the other two in the room. Hobbes approached her and looked at straight face, trying to keep his concentration fixed on him. "I know what you feel, I understand. Do you want it right away, but you also know that you can not do. Take a couple of days, at least for the funeral, okay? Then we'll do. "
Erica blinked his eyes a few times and then let a smile appear on the lips. 'Just think'. I tell you no more I'll keep you trapped and you begin to act like a kitten? It is not fair. "
Hobbes smiled and came nearer, passing his arms around her and holding it against his chest, holding him almost to leave you breathless and without tears. "The fact that I am free to hunt, "he said, trying to keep her voice as light as possible," does not mean that I break out on the first deer that I will pass under the nose, do you think? "
" Right, "she murmured, softly, and slowly melted from his grasp, coming back to embrace the room with his eyes. "You're impossible," he said, spreading his arms. "I come here to play tough and you treat me like I was a child. It is not right, "he repeated, with a smile, and the three men just laughed, shrugging.
"It's part of our DNA," said Chad was left on the sidelines until then, as if that show of solidarity and affection was something that, deep down, he was not eligible to participate. Erica smiled and went up to him and to his surprise, even hugged him, giving him a light pat on the shoulder.
"Thanks for staying," he said softly, and when they parted, she turned again, moving again so you can see all three at once. "Thanks for staying, all of them."
"We had already passed this part?" Hobbs joked with a slight shrug of the shoulders and Erica shook her head. "For me it means so much, really. I do not know if any of you right if he had pulled back. "
Jack watched in turn all the present and then turned back to her, the serious expression: "We know that you can do it, Erica. With or without us. "
She looked away for a moment. "I'm afraid," he admitted, after a long moment of silence, feeling the tears back with Sting's eyes. "I'm afraid of losing Tyler, I'm afraid of not making it, I'm afraid that everything will collapse on him, sooner or later." He looked at them, your shoulders relaxed or dropped because they were too heavy to bear.
'I'm afraid. "All three turned to Chad, as a response, stretched her lips into a hard line, fine. "Well," he said after a moment of silence, "I'm not an FBI agent, a former soldier, or anything general. I am a journalist, "he admitted, as if it were a sin or a weakness humiliating. "I know that this thing is much bigger than me, but I can not help it, no? We're all in, and I think we need someone else to take the decision to do something, otherwise we would end with being overwhelmed by these invaders, is not it? "
" Chad, "he began, Erica, shining eyes, and he raised a hand, shaking his head.
"I'm not saying that I have to show courage to sell or anything like that, not really. It's just that ... Anna gave me a brain aneurysm and, probably, for me now there's nothing left to do. " He breathed deeply, and shook his head, looking at her with a rueful smile. "And since that time I just left, I'm going to do it from achieving, doing my part as far as possible, as long as possible." He shrugged. "I think it's the least we owe it to myself."
Erica Jack nodded and smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I agree. Here we have all lost something because of the V, and this war is something we owe to ourselves, our families. There is no reason not to fight by your side. "
Hobbes stood in silence, eyes downcast, as he felt distinctly the voice of Sarah fill their ears and freeze the blood. For once, perhaps, unlike all of them, he was the only one still of the chains that prevented him from moving as he wanted, to face the enemy in full possession of his mental and physical abilities - but would not leave Erica, he knew for sure. Perhaps it would come sooner or later, the day when he had to decide which side they are, but until then, he would continue to fight for her, for both, with all his might. Now he could not do otherwise.
"Courage, Erica, you know we can do it. Eventually, these lizards do not even know what hit them. "
She looked at them in silence for a long moment and then sighed, as if released a huge weight from my heart. "Well. Then we can go now. "Inspire. "We will meet again here tomorrow after the funeral of Joe and then we could start doing things properly." He ran a hand through his hair and if they pulled back from her face, before wiping his face with the sleeve of his jersey. "Well, good night to all."
And they parted without another word, each intent on his way to fight the last remnants of their battles awaiting the arrival of the next day and, with it, the beginning of the war - and this time, would have been true.
Title: Afterward
Fandom: V (2009)
Characters: Chad Decker, Eric Evans, Jack Landry, Kyle Hobbes
Pairing: All
None Rating: G
Count Words: 1418 ( Fidipù )
Challenge: COW-T @
maridichallenge Prompt: [II Week - Missoni 2] Courage
Abstract: The reactions Erica and the other after having declared their decisions.
Notes: No, but this courage is inspiring me to a brothel. . _. Another scene taken by Siege, as last week, only this time is set immediately after the speech of Erica. I wanted to imagine the reactions of the four in-depth, and I hope to have pulled out something vaguely acceptable! ^ ^ "
Spoiler: 2x06, Siege
Disclaimer: Beneficiaries, whoever they are ...
Warning: None
When Eric had finished speaking, the air seemed to have become dense almost palpable, so full of static that seemed about to explode at any time. In the midst of the storm, the four were properties for a long time in silence, she tried to continue their eyes, one by one, and they were looking for her, as if within an instant they had all been thrown in the middle of the ocean and the only hope they had of stay afloat was to cling to each other as if they were the only remaining beams of a sinking ship, waiting for someone who would soon come to the rescue.
Erica sighed, drawing back the hair from her face, and gave a quick nod, before he could put together enough air to talk again, "Well," he murmured and seemed as if his voice resound like an echo blurred between those four walls. "This is what I ..." He breathed deeply. "Now I think we should leave all to sleep, because tomorrow will begin the day very heavy." He passed his sleeve shirt under his nose and lips and then forced himself to smile, just a little, as if unable to bear more all the tension that she had brought and Jack took a step forward, resting her hand on his shoulder.
"Are you sure you're okay, Erica?"
She nodded vigorously, perhaps too quickly. "I'm fine. I just need to rest now, that's all. "
Jack opened his mouth to insist and then immediately closed it, perhaps thinking that to argue with her at that time would have been more harmful than anything else. "Okay," she whispered, stroking his arm and Erica stood still, letting the warmth of his hands to inject a bit of warmth. "Thank you, Jack," she said finally, apparently relieved, and then looked straight at me, as if it had suddenly occurred to me something very important: "And what are you going to do from now on?"
He looked at her a moment without understanding and shook his head: "I told you, fight ..."
"No," she interjected, interrupting him. "I mean ... I have secularized, is not it? You can not stay in the parish. Where will you now? "
" I'll find a place, "assured her, trying to turn to smile. "Do not worry about me, Erica. I will manage it. Now just think about yourself, what happened to you. Like you said, you need a rest. "
Erica ran a hand through his hair and nodded, keeping his eyes down. "You're right, I know. Only I can not not think about it. "
" Hey, hey. "Erica turned in surprise, when the voice of Hobbes interrupted them, and turned toward him with his eyes slightly open, as if in that short amount of time had completely forgotten the presence of the other two in the room. Hobbes approached her and looked at straight face, trying to keep his concentration fixed on him. "I know what you feel, I understand. Do you want it right away, but you also know that you can not do. Take a couple of days, at least for the funeral, okay? Then we'll do. "
Erica blinked his eyes a few times and then let a smile appear on the lips. 'Just think'. I tell you no more I'll keep you trapped and you begin to act like a kitten? It is not fair. "
Hobbes smiled and came nearer, passing his arms around her and holding it against his chest, holding him almost to leave you breathless and without tears. "The fact that I am free to hunt, "he said, trying to keep her voice as light as possible," does not mean that I break out on the first deer that I will pass under the nose, do you think? "
" Right, "she murmured, softly, and slowly melted from his grasp, coming back to embrace the room with his eyes. "You're impossible," he said, spreading his arms. "I come here to play tough and you treat me like I was a child. It is not right, "he repeated, with a smile, and the three men just laughed, shrugging.
"It's part of our DNA," said Chad was left on the sidelines until then, as if that show of solidarity and affection was something that, deep down, he was not eligible to participate. Erica smiled and went up to him and to his surprise, even hugged him, giving him a light pat on the shoulder.
"Thanks for staying," he said softly, and when they parted, she turned again, moving again so you can see all three at once. "Thanks for staying, all of them."
"We had already passed this part?" Hobbs joked with a slight shrug of the shoulders and Erica shook her head. "For me it means so much, really. I do not know if any of you right if he had pulled back. "
Jack watched in turn all the present and then turned back to her, the serious expression: "We know that you can do it, Erica. With or without us. "
She looked away for a moment. "I'm afraid," he admitted, after a long moment of silence, feeling the tears back with Sting's eyes. "I'm afraid of losing Tyler, I'm afraid of not making it, I'm afraid that everything will collapse on him, sooner or later." He looked at them, your shoulders relaxed or dropped because they were too heavy to bear.
'I'm afraid. "All three turned to Chad, as a response, stretched her lips into a hard line, fine. "Well," he said after a moment of silence, "I'm not an FBI agent, a former soldier, or anything general. I am a journalist, "he admitted, as if it were a sin or a weakness humiliating. "I know that this thing is much bigger than me, but I can not help it, no? We're all in, and I think we need someone else to take the decision to do something, otherwise we would end with being overwhelmed by these invaders, is not it? "
" Chad, "he began, Erica, shining eyes, and he raised a hand, shaking his head.
"I'm not saying that I have to show courage to sell or anything like that, not really. It's just that ... Anna gave me a brain aneurysm and, probably, for me now there's nothing left to do. " He breathed deeply, and shook his head, looking at her with a rueful smile. "And since that time I just left, I'm going to do it from achieving, doing my part as far as possible, as long as possible." He shrugged. "I think it's the least we owe it to myself."
Erica Jack nodded and smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I agree. Here we have all lost something because of the V, and this war is something we owe to ourselves, our families. There is no reason not to fight by your side. "
Hobbes stood in silence, eyes downcast, as he felt distinctly the voice of Sarah fill their ears and freeze the blood. For once, perhaps, unlike all of them, he was the only one still of the chains that prevented him from moving as he wanted, to face the enemy in full possession of his mental and physical abilities - but would not leave Erica, he knew for sure. Perhaps it would come sooner or later, the day when he had to decide which side they are, but until then, he would continue to fight for her, for both, with all his might. Now he could not do otherwise.
"Courage, Erica, you know we can do it. Eventually, these lizards do not even know what hit them. "
She looked at them in silence for a long moment and then sighed, as if released a huge weight from my heart. "Well. Then we can go now. "Inspire. "We will meet again here tomorrow after the funeral of Joe and then we could start doing things properly." He ran a hand through his hair and if they pulled back from her face, before wiping his face with the sleeve of his jersey. "Well, good night to all."
And they parted without another word, each intent on his way to fight the last remnants of their battles awaiting the arrival of the next day and, with it, the beginning of the war - and this time, would have been true.
Boracay Activities How Much
not allow the gap masterpiece!
Why does my fridge does not go sausage?
And football on TV there, and shower fiasco?
crows alarm clock every half hour
Do not let me sleep, so bastard should be put into scrap metal.
[..?]
Why sit in a chair under the chandelier, I do not fly
and took aim from there to spit in your own boots?
So mastered the theory, trajectory to watch,
to visit neighbors head into the ceiling.
[...]
And I wanted to ask, why the silence rings. (?)
[..?]
Why the gloom under the couch like a cat under tail,
And around taka pylischa that dims appetite?
[..?]
Why am I seeing a loud radio is silent?
Garbage chute without bottoms and do not see how flying.
[..?]
Where got to my file, my pride and beauty,
And of course why not go the sausage.
http://anatolych.livejournal.com/15881.html
Why does my fridge does not go sausage?
And football on TV there, and shower fiasco?
crows alarm clock every half hour
Do not let me sleep, so bastard should be put into scrap metal.
[..?]
Why sit in a chair under the chandelier, I do not fly
and took aim from there to spit in your own boots?
So mastered the theory, trajectory to watch,
to visit neighbors head into the ceiling.
[...]
And I wanted to ask, why the silence rings. (?)
[..?]
Why the gloom under the couch like a cat under tail,
And around taka pylischa that dims appetite?
[..?]
Why am I seeing a loud radio is silent?
Garbage chute without bottoms and do not see how flying.
[..?]
Where got to my file, my pride and beauty,
And of course why not go the sausage.
http://anatolych.livejournal.com/15881.html
Thursday, February 24, 2011
How Many Electric Cars Were Sold In 2010
[Lost] Are we ready?
Title: Are we ready?
Fandom:
Lost Characters: Claire Littleton, Kate Austen
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Word Count: 1032 ( Fidipù )
Challenge: COW-T @ maridichallenge
Prompt: [II Week - Missoni 2] Courage
Summary: Claire Aaron is going to meet again at last. But both she and Kate have the courage to take this step?
Notes: Occhei. What can I say? I always imagined that despite Aaron now had been given to the care of his grandmother, Kate was doing, so to speak, the "handover". In short, it was also convinced of his choice, but it was also his mother for three years, I imagine that the absence of the feel and how, is not it? \u0026lt;3
Spoiler: 6x18, The End
Disclaimer: Darlton's. ♥
Warning: None
The air in the room was heavy and full of tension, expectation. Claire was sitting upright on one side of the sofa, hands clasped in his lap and his eyes large and clear and remained perennially wide point forward, intent on fixing something that perhaps belonged more to his Remember that the reality in front of him.
Kate looked at her for a long minute and then, finally, decided to sit beside her, gently feeling the cushions sag under its weight. "Are you okay?"
The question echoed in the break room like a bullet. Claire turned to look at, and after a moment, bowed his head and began to fix the tip of his fingers continued to torment with his nails. "I'm not sure of success, Kate."
Kate sighed and put his hand on her, just as it did only weeks before, by a miracle when their plane got up in flight and had taken away from the island, home at last. "It will be all right, Claire. All very well. "
" And if he does not want to see me? "Churches, all of a sudden, despite continued to plague the fingers of the hand Kate goes some way to stop it. "And if Aaron did not want to be the son of a lunatic? No, I can not do it, "groaned and agitated voice suddenly higher, while beginning to pick up his few things and get up. "I must go, we go on. It is too early e. .. "
" Claire, Claire! "Kate stopped her, grabbing her by the shoulders and forcing her to sit down again. The pulled back a lock of hair from her face and stroked his head, hoping to be able to calm her down. "Claire, listen You're not crazy, you understand? You're just ... "she hesitated a moment, in search of a better word. Then he sighed. "You're only proven and confusing, it is normal. You need time, of course, but the most important thing now is that Aaron needs you. "Claire looked at her with his big liquid eyes, and she, after a moment's hesitation, he continued:" You'll see that when we meet again you'll be happy to be left. "
smiled at her, encouraging, but Claire gave her another look dubiously and shook his head from side to side, slowly, staring, as if responding to a voice that keeps echoing in his head. "No. No. I can not. "
" Sure you can, "assured her, trying to put all the strength in her voice as she could. "Pour out, you spent all these years to find him, hoping that someday he would come back to you. Now you can finally get back together as a family. "
" Maybe you'd better stay with you, "he said, his voice only slightly broken by a sob and Kate closed her eyes, swallowing load. He felt a vise tighten firmly to the mouth of her stomach when her despite all the memories of those who had spent three years taking care of him back to the mind and then breathed deeply, forcing us to not think about it.
"He is your son, Claire," he said, his voice hard, perhaps to convince herself more than her. "You and your child should stay with you. It's just like that. "
Claire shook her head again. "I'm afraid."
Kate pursed his lips and grabbed his chin to force her to watch her. "I'll help you at any time, Claire. If you need me, I'll be there, "encouraged her, stroking her cheek. "For everything, you know you can count on me."
When she released her from his grip Claire lowered his face and shook his head for a moment, before returning back motionless, his eyes fixed on her fingertips . Kate stared at him for a long time in silence, continuing to wonder if what he was doing it was really fair. And if Claire had not been able? If you really Aaron, despite everything, it would be better with her? He bit the inside of the cheek and closed his eyes, giving himself the mentally stupid. No, no, no . She had returned to the island to bring back Claire, and Claire was always to come home because he had to return it to Aaron, because he had to give her all that the island, in time, had taken away. He took a deep breath and shook his hand again, trying to pass all the security that even she was certain to hear. "Courage. At first it scares all, I mean really. But he is your son and you will be a wonderful mother, I know. "
" You say really?
hear his little voice so suddenly, after the silence so heavy, he had surprised her, but she did nothing to make him understand. He gave her a vigorous nod and smile, holding hands. "Yes, I mean really. I think you will come out naturally, just get back together with him. "
Claire nodded weakly and then looked into his eyes again, looking in his eyes a confirmation of his words. "Thank you, Kate."
She stretched a bit 'more than her smile and stroked the back of your hand with your thumb, slowly, to make them feel even more its presence. "No, do not thank me. It is the right thing to do. "He paused a moment, looking within themselves the courage to say the words that fell on her like a sword of Damocles or a curse. She knew it was the right thing to do but now that he was really about to bring it to fruition had the impression that it all happened too fast. He remained with all its forces from shaking his head to get rid of bad thoughts and she was surprised when he spoke of the firm and decisive tone he had taken his voice: "Your mother is already there with him. Are you ready, Claire? "
The girl swallowed and ran his hand through his hair, trying to put it in place even though they were already. It smoothed the folds of her blouse and skirt and when you believe to finally be in place, just nodded weakly. "Yes," piped, and at that moment his face seemed to light up a little, as if it began to really get rid of the shadows that had gripped all those years. "I'm ready. Let's go. "
Title: Are we ready?
Fandom:
Lost Characters: Claire Littleton, Kate Austen
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Word Count: 1032 ( Fidipù )
Challenge: COW-T @
maridichallenge Prompt: [II Week - Missoni 2] Courage
Summary: Claire Aaron is going to meet again at last. But both she and Kate have the courage to take this step?
Notes: Occhei. What can I say? I always imagined that despite Aaron now had been given to the care of his grandmother, Kate was doing, so to speak, the "handover". In short, it was also convinced of his choice, but it was also his mother for three years, I imagine that the absence of the feel and how, is not it? \u0026lt;3
Spoiler: 6x18, The End
Disclaimer: Darlton's. ♥
Warning: None
The air in the room was heavy and full of tension, expectation. Claire was sitting upright on one side of the sofa, hands clasped in his lap and his eyes large and clear and remained perennially wide point forward, intent on fixing something that perhaps belonged more to his Remember that the reality in front of him.
Kate looked at her for a long minute and then, finally, decided to sit beside her, gently feeling the cushions sag under its weight. "Are you okay?"
The question echoed in the break room like a bullet. Claire turned to look at, and after a moment, bowed his head and began to fix the tip of his fingers continued to torment with his nails. "I'm not sure of success, Kate."
Kate sighed and put his hand on her, just as it did only weeks before, by a miracle when their plane got up in flight and had taken away from the island, home at last. "It will be all right, Claire. All very well. "
" And if he does not want to see me? "Churches, all of a sudden, despite continued to plague the fingers of the hand Kate goes some way to stop it. "And if Aaron did not want to be the son of a lunatic? No, I can not do it, "groaned and agitated voice suddenly higher, while beginning to pick up his few things and get up. "I must go, we go on. It is too early e. .. "
" Claire, Claire! "Kate stopped her, grabbing her by the shoulders and forcing her to sit down again. The pulled back a lock of hair from her face and stroked his head, hoping to be able to calm her down. "Claire, listen You're not crazy, you understand? You're just ... "she hesitated a moment, in search of a better word. Then he sighed. "You're only proven and confusing, it is normal. You need time, of course, but the most important thing now is that Aaron needs you. "Claire looked at her with his big liquid eyes, and she, after a moment's hesitation, he continued:" You'll see that when we meet again you'll be happy to be left. "
smiled at her, encouraging, but Claire gave her another look dubiously and shook his head from side to side, slowly, staring, as if responding to a voice that keeps echoing in his head. "No. No. I can not. "
" Sure you can, "assured her, trying to put all the strength in her voice as she could. "Pour out, you spent all these years to find him, hoping that someday he would come back to you. Now you can finally get back together as a family. "
" Maybe you'd better stay with you, "he said, his voice only slightly broken by a sob and Kate closed her eyes, swallowing load. He felt a vise tighten firmly to the mouth of her stomach when her despite all the memories of those who had spent three years taking care of him back to the mind and then breathed deeply, forcing us to not think about it.
"He is your son, Claire," he said, his voice hard, perhaps to convince herself more than her. "You and your child should stay with you. It's just like that. "
Claire shook her head again. "I'm afraid."
Kate pursed his lips and grabbed his chin to force her to watch her. "I'll help you at any time, Claire. If you need me, I'll be there, "encouraged her, stroking her cheek. "For everything, you know you can count on me."
When she released her from his grip Claire lowered his face and shook his head for a moment, before returning back motionless, his eyes fixed on her fingertips . Kate stared at him for a long time in silence, continuing to wonder if what he was doing it was really fair. And if Claire had not been able? If you really Aaron, despite everything, it would be better with her? He bit the inside of the cheek and closed his eyes, giving himself the mentally stupid. No, no, no . She had returned to the island to bring back Claire, and Claire was always to come home because he had to return it to Aaron, because he had to give her all that the island, in time, had taken away. He took a deep breath and shook his hand again, trying to pass all the security that even she was certain to hear. "Courage. At first it scares all, I mean really. But he is your son and you will be a wonderful mother, I know. "
" You say really?
hear his little voice so suddenly, after the silence so heavy, he had surprised her, but she did nothing to make him understand. He gave her a vigorous nod and smile, holding hands. "Yes, I mean really. I think you will come out naturally, just get back together with him. "
Claire nodded weakly and then looked into his eyes again, looking in his eyes a confirmation of his words. "Thank you, Kate."
She stretched a bit 'more than her smile and stroked the back of your hand with your thumb, slowly, to make them feel even more its presence. "No, do not thank me. It is the right thing to do. "He paused a moment, looking within themselves the courage to say the words that fell on her like a sword of Damocles or a curse. She knew it was the right thing to do but now that he was really about to bring it to fruition had the impression that it all happened too fast. He remained with all its forces from shaking his head to get rid of bad thoughts and she was surprised when he spoke of the firm and decisive tone he had taken his voice: "Your mother is already there with him. Are you ready, Claire? "
The girl swallowed and ran his hand through his hair, trying to put it in place even though they were already. It smoothed the folds of her blouse and skirt and when you believe to finally be in place, just nodded weakly. "Yes," piped, and at that moment his face seemed to light up a little, as if it began to really get rid of the shadows that had gripped all those years. "I'm ready. Let's go. "
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
French Canadian Food Guide
[Lost] Because I love you
Title: Because I love you
Fandom: Lost
Characters: Jack Shephard, Kate Austen
Pairing: Jack / Kate
Rating: G
Word Count : 530 ( Fidipù )
Challenge: COW-T @ maridichallenge
Prompt: [II Week - Missoni 2] Courage
Summary: Her lips are bent into a grimace, they contract, but she remains silent, locked in this chilling horror that surrounds always, whenever you feel ready to take that step. She is not ready for this, not yet and perhaps never will be, not for this man who becomes more remarkable with each passing day, which represents all the things you want and that would be.
Notes: Jate is Such a good couple. \u0026lt;3 (Okay, I end up with English XD). This fic is inspired by the phrase "A coward is not able to declare your love. This is a prerogative of the brave. "(Gandhi), a share that I found while I was looking for inspiration to write about" Courage. "The scene is taken from the episode 3x23" Through the Looking Glass, "and the title of the fic Jack is a joke, of course. \u0026lt;3
Spoiler: None
Disclaimer: Darlton's. ♥
Warning: None
"I do not really intended."
Kate lifts her head from tips of his shoes and looks at him, feeling like all of a sudden thrown into a conversation that does not understand.
"What?" asked, both eyebrows raised and he licks his lips uneasily. "Sawyer. When he said he did not want you to go with him really did not intend. "
Kate sighs and looks away, back to fix their shoes. I have no desire to talk about Sawyer, now, when the only thing that keeps turning in my mind is the image of Juliet that rises to kiss him . He just shakes his shoulders, and decides to do anyway, even if you do not feel like it: 'If you do not understand why he said it? "
" He was trying to protect you. "She looks at him straight in the eye, and Jack continues, as if this thing is for him to explain the utmost importance: "This is why I asked you not to come back to me."
Kate stares at him, eyes wide open, while his words echo in my mind constantly, as if they had a hidden meaning that you can not understand, and when he walks away, she can not help but get up and call him back, "Hey! Why defend Sawyer? He would never do for you, "he says, and hear in his voice almost a hint of mischievous curiosity with shimmer that does not know where it comes from but it certainly has to do with the answer that he will - because he's just like that, always able to catch it unawares, to show aspects of herself that she had no idea even existed.
Jack turns in his direction and for a long time says nothing. It merely looked away a moment, as if deciding whether or not to give that answer, and finally sighed, turning to look at her: "Because I love you."
Kate remains motionless, silent, and feels a vice to the stomach , a shudder running through long and continuous from head to toe and his whole body in spasm tend to pronounce words that have formed in her mind that she could not do anything to stop it - I love you too .
Her lips are bent into a grimace, they contract, but she remains silent, locked in that chilling terror that envelops always, whenever you feel ready to take that step. She is not ready for this, not yet and perhaps never will be, not for this man who becomes more remarkable with each passing day, which represents all the things you want and that would be.
He looks for another moment and then nods and walks away, and Kate can not help but feel that feeling all too familiar by now to have it slip from his fingers like water impalpable while inwardly thinking that, sooner or later will end up losing him really - and all of herself with hopes that before that day arrives, you can find at least the courage to say those two words that now seem so impossible to pronounce. Whatever It Takes.
Title: Because I love you
Fandom: Lost
Characters: Jack Shephard, Kate Austen
Pairing: Jack / Kate
Rating: G
Word Count : 530 ( Fidipù )
Challenge: COW-T @
maridichallenge Prompt: [II Week - Missoni 2] Courage
Summary: Her lips are bent into a grimace, they contract, but she remains silent, locked in this chilling horror that surrounds always, whenever you feel ready to take that step. She is not ready for this, not yet and perhaps never will be, not for this man who becomes more remarkable with each passing day, which represents all the things you want and that would be.
Notes: Jate is Such a good couple. \u0026lt;3 (Okay, I end up with English XD). This fic is inspired by the phrase "A coward is not able to declare your love. This is a prerogative of the brave. "(Gandhi), a share that I found while I was looking for inspiration to write about" Courage. "The scene is taken from the episode 3x23" Through the Looking Glass, "and the title of the fic Jack is a joke, of course. \u0026lt;3
Spoiler: None
Disclaimer: Darlton's. ♥
Warning: None
"I do not really intended."
Kate lifts her head from tips of his shoes and looks at him, feeling like all of a sudden thrown into a conversation that does not understand.
"What?" asked, both eyebrows raised and he licks his lips uneasily. "Sawyer. When he said he did not want you to go with him really did not intend. "
Kate sighs and looks away, back to fix their shoes. I have no desire to talk about Sawyer, now, when the only thing that keeps turning in my mind is the image of Juliet that rises to kiss him . He just shakes his shoulders, and decides to do anyway, even if you do not feel like it: 'If you do not understand why he said it? "
" He was trying to protect you. "She looks at him straight in the eye, and Jack continues, as if this thing is for him to explain the utmost importance: "This is why I asked you not to come back to me."
Kate stares at him, eyes wide open, while his words echo in my mind constantly, as if they had a hidden meaning that you can not understand, and when he walks away, she can not help but get up and call him back, "Hey! Why defend Sawyer? He would never do for you, "he says, and hear in his voice almost a hint of mischievous curiosity with shimmer that does not know where it comes from but it certainly has to do with the answer that he will - because he's just like that, always able to catch it unawares, to show aspects of herself that she had no idea even existed.
Jack turns in his direction and for a long time says nothing. It merely looked away a moment, as if deciding whether or not to give that answer, and finally sighed, turning to look at her: "Because I love you."
Kate remains motionless, silent, and feels a vice to the stomach , a shudder running through long and continuous from head to toe and his whole body in spasm tend to pronounce words that have formed in her mind that she could not do anything to stop it - I love you too .
Her lips are bent into a grimace, they contract, but she remains silent, locked in that chilling terror that envelops always, whenever you feel ready to take that step. She is not ready for this, not yet and perhaps never will be, not for this man who becomes more remarkable with each passing day, which represents all the things you want and that would be.
He looks for another moment and then nods and walks away, and Kate can not help but feel that feeling all too familiar by now to have it slip from his fingers like water impalpable while inwardly thinking that, sooner or later will end up losing him really - and all of herself with hopes that before that day arrives, you can find at least the courage to say those two words that now seem so impossible to pronounce. Whatever It Takes.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Shoes That Rub Ankles
Proceedings of the good for nothing guys. Part 3 (speshl to February 23).
At his request, I spread this part of it to 23 fkvralya. By day the Soviet army and navy.
year after Rust.
At his request, I spread this part of it to 23 fkvralya. By day the Soviet army and navy.
year after Rust.
This case is not mentioned in the "broad" the press at the time, but he was, and we have to witnesses.
Thus, 28 and 29 May 1988, light-engine Cessna repeatedly violated the state border of the Soviet Union in the Arctic. Takeoff was carried out from the airfield as Norwegian city of Kirkenes. Next course aircraft was sent to the village Nickel, which is a few kilometers from the state the border with Norway.
"Cessna was on the wings insignia of Germany, crosses and symbols of Aces Goering - diamonds aces. As it had been razvedsvodki, the plane belonged to the Hamburg Air Club, piloted his Andrés Sommers.
pilot on a small and extremely-low altitude flying over the roofs of residential Houses n. Nickel, manufacture aerobatics.
poured into the streets of the village people saw all this "outrage" and reacted very rapidly, and little understanding what's the deal.
violation of state borders was recorded closest units RTV (radio Defense Forces), and also along the border troops.
on violators of the state border was raised Su-27 from the nearest airfield IAP Defense Sec Kilp-Yavr.
Flying a fighter to the place of violation of the state border, the village Nickel, controlled radar razvedsredstvami Norway. Near Kirkenes then stood (and may now face - I do not know) a few white "domes" cover up radar. When approaching our fighters to the area where he was an intruder, what seems to pass on information about the threat. Because that the perpetrator begins to "waste" to the state border, then crossed her, and had continued its flight over the territory of Norway and landed at the airfield, the Kirkenes.
Further, all the "repetition": the violation, flight departure at risk.
Influence SMP defense by the violator was not possible: nearest ZRDN C-75 was at such distance from the place of border violations, did not provide a low altitude target shooting because of the terrain is very rocky mountains and hills (large-angle closure).
And then somewhere in "the summit" a decision on the redeployment ZRDN C-125, covering the airfield defense in subsection Kilp-Yavr directly to the village of Nickel.
receiving the order, turning the materiel division, performs nearly 300-km march and stands on a hill just above the village. Having deployed immediately intrudes on alert "for the protection and defense ..." Just the second day of deployment on the road to a position ZRDN were several cars machines - "Lada". Clearly not military - colored. Time stopped. I had to go deal with the political officer what had happened. It turns out, came peasants - the inhabitants of subsection Nickel. Live there, mostly miners. People nahorosho line in explanation of. Greeted each other. They tell us: "The commanders, guys! You really bring down this bastard! In fact, female, straight over the rooftops of flies! On the cross! "Next came profanity against the offender. In our response, that everything that can will do, but above the village down is impossible. Wreckage of the plane can fall on houses - get an answer from one of the delegation: "Commander! Yes let in my falls! Though the glory! " People accepted our assurances, and the car drove away. An hour later - again coming! Sent a political officer to find out what is now something? Zampolit returns and reports - say, we are gone, but for peasants Sergeant Rushed, asked cans to help feed the soldiers had almost nothing. When another field kitchen and food from the team will bring - Ate suhpaem that took place with the dislocation of "NC." For the week podeli almost everything.
What curse sergeant? So he is for men as for children cared for. Only I had a service like this: order the service bdil and scum was not.
In general, men have brought food, enough for us to brigadier grub. That such were then people and the attitude of the Army.
... Legkomotornik continues to fly along the border from Norway. Materiel SAM works almost around the clock, as along the border suddenly flew into something a lot of helicopters and Norway. Almost every day, "Cessna" simulates a violation of the state border sudden maneuver turning away from itself "ribbons."
SAM Missiles lost resource, while every day in readiness for launch. Materiel overheated, happened, machinery broke down, it was injected into the system as quickly as possible. Crew of the cabs do not go away. Fed directly in the workplace. Substitute each other for a few hours sleep.
Then came the hot summer of 88-th.
around position ZRDN were burning the dried marsh.
Smoke somehow masked the position, but to breathe it was disgusting. Temperature air reached 25 degrees Celsius.
If our part of the command is somehow helping his ubyvshemu ZRDN (although there were cases where there was not even how to feed fighters - take food on credit and pograntsov), then the rest of the Corps and the Staff of the Army tried to "uschuchit, catch" in all: not released from the military leaflet and billboards (it was so early. to the body) to "why not sheltered cable" (a commander of the army). All stamped their feet and threatened the Party commission and all-everything else. And pohren it was that people on duty to wear, and once under the hollow rock kabelegony, and what technology is already "fray" that Glory to those who doing everything to S-125 1976 model year (without a factory repair) is still in the ranks ..
But to send representatives to the military prosecutor, who held a briefing under the Criminal Code, all officers to sign for ... "Up to 7 years for the consequences of violating the Rules of combat duty." The shadow of the wings, "Cessna" Rust covered with might and main air defense system.
position was chosen by someone in the "top" is more than shocking: the village in front, in full view - shoot, and right-left-behind - Mt. Left - "this" will not fly, we must rise above the mountains and fly over them. And that's right - just right!
Begins Nickel-Murmansk road, which turns between rocky hills. A good benchmark for flight at low altitude. Here there seems to Cessna and will try to break through. Exploration gave the following information:
- After trespassing Cessna flies into the side of Murmansk on the road. Flying in on VHF and limit-low altitude, the aircraft badly detected air defenses (such a relief too). Further, such a scenario - or fly to Murmansk, and then over neutral waters in the Gulf. If there are problems, then turning away one of Norway back in the direction of neutral waters.
Was the route of the flight, true, or it was a "disinformation", just do not know.
important for us not to give him to rush our kill zone. A SAM could shoot, to be honest, only in the sector of 30 degrees to the right, the mountain is very disturbed. If you do not bring down, everything - gone! Well We "go" ...
Yes! Came to the same surveyor, boundary clarified in order to accurately apply to VICO SRP and a tablet.
short, that the border that we CARDS COMMANDER moved, he counted in his own way, and left. Coincidentally, the enemy somehow behaved sluggishly, while the surveyor was busy, and we delineate the drawing ... And then it started! Blah!
"Cessna", as usual, flying course at the border and ... crosses it. Well begun!
"Division, to battle! Cook for four continuous twenty-sevenths of the GPU ... "
extinct in readiness N1, launch preparation, target search, find Cessna, seize. Officer, pointing at the Start button, finger holds.
Everything! Shoot!? Time a very little! Leave it!
Suddenly the plane starts to turn, well, as usual at our border. Something is wrong! What was he on something does not fly?
Well that the card is not removed, and that all screens and devices targeting officer were fine-tuned - it is one range to the target gives, then, like, the goal as abroad. A look at the tablet and VICO SRP - already sort of broken. Then, almost turned gray.
boundary drawn in the old surveyor was sent to the dick and took spirtiku (Schiltz). And what nerve!
In general, "beat" division all summer long 88-th. Flew the second Cessna from the same Air Club. They flew together. But a little bit. The weather turned bad, it rained. And one day when landing some of them nose over. The second flew from Kirkenes.
A battalion remained in this place, обжился, построил нормальную позицию, казарму и т.д. Его ввели в штат другой ЗРБР, жить стало легче, но в 94-м его сократили со всей этой бригадой. Для борьбы с такими violators in the late 80's to the airfield Kilp-Yavr was relocated squadron of Mi-24. Probably the best way. Although, at a time when there were above event, somewhere in the 40 km was a motorized infantry regiment (or brigade), which had such air defenses, as SAM "Cube" and ZSU Shilka. But no one on their application on the offender and not remembered. With their mobility and fighting capability at low altitudes, they would certainly outweigh the stationary C-125. But we had different departments and that says it all. Although the border was then the Soviet Union at all one.
All. From that time there was only a piece of nickel ore, in memory ..
Moment! When
gone somewhere for a month of this "race", received an order from the side to vyacheskuyu a single command:
The position ZRDN came several times GAZ 66 (kung) purporting to be from border officials. But for some reason, the format was like my officers and men (Field). Machine "hidden" between the booths ZRDN, sheltered camouflage net What was in the car I do not know, but asked to connect them to my engine and give food. Unfolded something like an antenna. With anyone they did not communicate - by themselves.
Day two pray thee, in the evening curled up and left ...
But the German and then? He flew it, we fought him a job. "Shine" on the air. What kind of defense system (even defense) its flight could be open? Norge us immediately calculated and apparently also visually seen ...
When the 16-Tb rockets at 4-launchers deployed at the border ... mmm sin does not see it! Nice though!
A Norwegians - females, and this is probably an understatement ...
But radiperehvat, radio and perhaps other intelligence work:
rare condition ZRDN - "Ready H2" early-early morning.
At UNC (control cab SAM) has resorted soldier-communicator. In the eyes!
Crying: "Comrade Commander Comrade Commander .. There! .. There! ".." And hand waving somewhere. Turns and runs away ...
"All right, something shitty happened and ran after him into the cockpit communications. There
He stretches out the headphones from the radio station P-109 (stand-channel pager). And with headphones, through the noise of air a voice as the "metal" in Russian: "Congratulations Happy Birthday. Success in the service. Yes, God bless you! ". And so a few times, then the usual noise of the ether. I
radio operator, "And who congratulated?"
He-"I don` t know. As I heard it, so the cab and ran to report. "
... While going up to UNC kept thinking - who is and who wishes?
The cabin sat on a stool in front of an officer Indicators guidance and all the head "breaks" that the garbage.? Meanwhile, the operator of the number of ESC on the splash screen for fotokontrolya me ... How came - looked up: e-me! So my same DR ! Yesterday, a classmate beforehand congratulated on communication, then the possibility of saying no. And I "spun" that he himself had forgotten!
Well, then, signalers all cars - if you tell to whom, and in the evening when the "bastard" sat on the airfield, we are the peasants 'awl' drank.
then retreated slightly from the position in the Norwegian Choir piss.
Night a light and quiet. The sun never sets, the polar day. If it was not "Fritz" series, then very well ...
Monday, February 21, 2011
Women Big Viganas Picturs
[Lost] Trapped the body, the soul trapped
Title: Trapped the body, the soul trapped
Fandom: Lost
Characters: Claire Littleton , MIB
Pairing: None
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2042 ( Fidipù )
Challenge: COW-T @ maridichallenge
Prompt: [II Week - Missoni 1] Prison
Summary: That poor little girl without a brain , imprisoned in the web of lies that only she could believe, was one of the crucial pieces in order to achieve its goal, all he had to do was just rock her a little more ', and fill his head with his ridiculous song until than she had remained only a poor empty shell. Then maybe it's time to get rid of it.
Notes: So. * _ * Discover new characters, eh? XD It's actually a piece that I wanted to write stuff about Claire in the years when it was infected and the control of the MIB, in particular, I would have liked to write about when the Others kidnapped Dogen have to study it, which, hey, I did. XD Maybe it's not much, but I do not mind. \u0026lt;3 The fic is divided into three stages: first, capture, torture and the second, third, the confrontation with the MIB. What else? I hope that does not make too disgusting. ^ ^ "
Spoiler: None
Disclaimer: Darlton's. ♥
Warning: None
Around her, the forest howl. He heard the whispers and chatter move from branch to branch hand they came running into the thicket was running at breakneck speed with her hands in her hair, while those high voices and whistling the chasing and encirclement, the super and then suddenly disappeared behind his back as if they had never existed, only to appear again soon, with more intensity, just around the trunk so often that seemed to hide an army.
Claire stood on the edge of a clearing and looked around, eyes wide open for visionaries not to miss the slightest detail, turning on itself like a wild beast ready to attack or be attacked by predators.
For a long moment, nothing happened. The air around her was full and still, hot, and in a brief moment of lucidity he realized that he had heard all the voices were gone, so that from one second to another all he could hear was the sound His shortness of breath, hoarse and dry grass that crunched beneath his shoes every time you move. He looked carefully at his left, and when he could not really feel anything, he moved to the side, walking on tiptoe, and crouched behind a huge tree, waiting.
He slipped off the loaded gun from his shoulder and took him in her arms, stroking the barrel and stock as they were the cheeks of her child and held her breath, every sense alert, ready thumb on the trigger. They would not have ever taken alive.
a minute passed, then half an hour, then maybe an hour, and nothing happened. The forest had returned to whisper sweet sounds of the wind and the air itself seemed to have dissolved, as if in that point in the world does not now happen anymore. Claire ran a pulse on the forehead to get rid of hair that fell in broken hair on his face contorted and still waited, until it was certain that ran no danger. He looked around again, and then cautiously, always with his rifle in his arms, went out into the open, showing his back to clear.
was then that the attacked.
were four, five, twelve men with big hands and strong arms, and within a second Claire found herself with her legs in the air, wrists locked behind his back, and could do nothing but screaming and kicking and biting anything that came near his mouth, while the men tugging and tie, crushing his face against the rough ground covered with grass and wood. The knees scratched the ground, elbows almost gave up with a snap under their grip and the last thing he saw was a lightweight, close to its root, behind which was hidden only a moment before. He heard the voices reach her excited and indistinct and, as soon as he was able to store enough air to articulate a coherent sentence - Give me back my son! - his world was suddenly dark.
When he opened his eyes the first thing he saw was darkness. He blinked several times, as if to test his sight, and the pupils as they became accustomed to the darkness began to distinguish the vague shadows and then gradually shapes, lines and details. She noticed suddenly that it was night the windows were locked, but the cracks that the rounded edges of the wood could not cover came a dim light, orange light of dusk, probably.
He tried to get up, but when the arm moves, was suddenly aware of being bound. He moved his legs, wrists, contracted muscles to try to break the ties that the blocking, but the only result he got was to get even worse.
In the end, they had taken. He shouted, frustrated, and cursed, giving background to the whole top of his lungs and when his string of expletives and curses ran out in a whisper, he saw the silhouette of a man bending over her, her long hair framing a pale face blacks who stood up in the intense almond-shaped eyes.
He said something to someone who could not see Claire and in a language she did not understand and in his field of vision appeared another man with sharp features softened by an irregular beard, light hair held back by a bandana. The two men talking in a moment and then the first left, just as he had come, not even speak to her.
The second man moved closer and she tried to break free again, starting to his tumbler and cursing when he grabbed her shoulder, she struggled, able for a moment to diminish it.
"Do not be afraid," said he, in a conciliatory tone. "Do not we all."
"Where is my son ? Scandium, angry, spitting out words in between the teeth and the man shook his head, returning to crush his back against the rough surface on which he was lying.
"We have your son," he said, the tone of one who is tired of always reply the same concept. "We just have to get a little test, for safety reasons, we will let you no harm."
"Liar!" He shouted, shaking his head as if he had not even heard. "I know you have it, I know it was you get it! Give me back my son! "
He strengthened the grip of the ties on his wrists and ankles and she saw that two other men reached him, helping him hold it. "I repeat, Claire, we do not have your son. Do not know why you think it's in our hands, but I swear, we have not. "
" Liars, liars, "shouted again, still shaking his head from side to side - now that was the only part of the body on which he still had control. "I know it's here, he told me that he is here. Give it back, give me back Aaron! "
None of the men answered her and she cried louder, almost scratching the vocal cords for the effort, but it seemed that no one to feel the same. The man who had stayed with her walked away, leaving her alone with the other thugs and, when he came back, looked straight into his eyes, sighing slightly.
"Stay still," he said, and before that Claire only had the chance to shake his head, his body was crossed by the longest and most painful discharge he had ever heard in his life. The fingers of the hands and feet trembled, his chest rose up against his will, although he felt his vocal cords quiver and shriek with violence, the pain was so unbearable that he could barely hear. He shouted again, perhaps stronger, and discharges increased in frequency and intensity until the pain really became unbearable and she felt her whole body breaking and shaking uncontrollably and sell as if he had not even a spine. She wept, perhaps, was not sure, but at some point his face was all wet and her eyes were so bad that she could not close them or to or to keep them open and under his eyes misted could not see anything that shape fuzzy-haired man who monitored everything without even deigning a glance.
discharge continued, perhaps for hours, and when it finally ended the torture she even realized it. His body continued to tremble, his ankles and his wrists rubbed hard against the ropes and at some point fell on his back, exhausted, completely unable to speak or reason, his mouth wide open and still incredulous and streams of tears that slowly rolled down her cheeks, she could not do anything to stop it. He heard men
confabulation again, while moving away from her, and just turning his head, he could see them all around what looked like an old appliance, returned them a few times and looked at the end, the man with fair hair went back to her, frowning. "The test failed," he said, or seemed to understand given the situation and, before she could even to issue the one hand, he put something heavy and hot on his shoulder.
The pain was so intense that his senses seemed to go out all at once and the last thing she heard was the nauseating smell of his own flesh sizzling under the hot metal.
The night was dark, dark, silent. Claire ventured into the trees without even see where they put their feet, the shreds of clothing that fell on him like rags and hair pours on the face, shoulders, covering her eyes, everywhere. Trudged in silence, shoulders and lower curves, trying to move quickly as he walked away from the temple where they had locked, directed to his shelter, his home.
He walked into the night, ignoring any sound or signal that arrives confused his ears and when he saw a fire burning and crackling in front of his door he stopped, eyes wide. "Is that you?" He cried, hoarse voice and a figure stood up from the piece of log on which she sat and came up, stopping a few steps away from her.
"You came back," he said, his voice soft and Claire nodded, removing hair from the face and settling the suits, as if to make it presentable.
"I ran away," mumbled, his eyes fleeting. "They took me in their time but I ran away." She inhaled deeply and sniffed, as he felt tears pricking my eyes. "I wanted to bring back Aaron," she said, her voice small small. "I told him that I knew them but I have not given back."
The man looked at her with a mixture of tenderness and compassion and stroked his cheek gently and away the hair from her face. "It's okay, Claire."
"No, must ridarmelo." He shook his head slightly, a quick shot, and then looked the man straight in the eye, looking in his eyes confirmed that all was not lost. "Because they have it, right? They are the ones that I took away Aaron. Ridarmelo must, "she whispered, again, the man clasped the shoulders with his arms and carried her to his chest, rocking slightly, in silence, as if it were a child.
"It's all OK, do not worry. Can you have your child back, as I promised. "
" When? "Piped, her face pressed against his shirt.
"Soon, my child, soon. And in the meantime, "he said, lifting her shoulders," you just have to stay calm and not give up. "He paused a moment and ran his knuckles on the small face dirty and congested, showing the amiable smile of which was capable of. "Now go 'to wash," the urged, gently. "Meanwhile, I'll make something to put under your teeth, yes?"
Claire hesitated, as if he wanted to add something, but eventually gave up. He walked away in silence, sad, hunched shoulders and when he reached under his shirt rolled up refuge on his belly with one hand slid slowly burns on the water and washed his face with slow movements and rough, as if he was doing just because he had told them not because I really felt the need.
The man looked at her a long time, while fixing the meat near the fire and when she finished washing he saw her approach to the gruesome depiction of a cot as if she were possessed by a spirit and began to swing it from side to ' other, singing the lullaby that had been heard so many times to know how to repeat in their sleep.
Breathe heavily, turning the meat. The poor bambina senza cervello, imprigionata in quella rete di bugie a cui solo lei poteva credere, sarebbe stata una delle pedine decisive al fine di raggiungere il suo scopo; tutto quello che doveva fare, era soltanto cullarla un altro po', e imbottirle la testa con quella sua ridicola canzoncina fino a che di lei non fosse rimasto soltanto un povero guscio vuoto. Allora, forse, sarebbe arrivato il momento di sbarazzarsene.
«Qui è tutto pronto, Claire!»
Ma per adesso, non poteva fare altro che servirle la sua cena.
Title: Trapped the body, the soul trapped
Fandom: Lost
Characters: Claire Littleton , MIB
Pairing: None
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2042 ( Fidipù )
Challenge: COW-T @
maridichallenge Prompt: [II Week - Missoni 1] Prison
Summary: That poor little girl without a brain , imprisoned in the web of lies that only she could believe, was one of the crucial pieces in order to achieve its goal, all he had to do was just rock her a little more ', and fill his head with his ridiculous song until than she had remained only a poor empty shell. Then maybe it's time to get rid of it.
Notes: So. * _ * Discover new characters, eh? XD It's actually a piece that I wanted to write stuff about Claire in the years when it was infected and the control of the MIB, in particular, I would have liked to write about when the Others kidnapped Dogen have to study it, which, hey, I did. XD Maybe it's not much, but I do not mind. \u0026lt;3 The fic is divided into three stages: first, capture, torture and the second, third, the confrontation with the MIB. What else? I hope that does not make too disgusting. ^ ^ "
Spoiler: None
Disclaimer: Darlton's. ♥
Warning: None
Around her, the forest howl. He heard the whispers and chatter move from branch to branch hand they came running into the thicket was running at breakneck speed with her hands in her hair, while those high voices and whistling the chasing and encirclement, the super and then suddenly disappeared behind his back as if they had never existed, only to appear again soon, with more intensity, just around the trunk so often that seemed to hide an army.
Claire stood on the edge of a clearing and looked around, eyes wide open for visionaries not to miss the slightest detail, turning on itself like a wild beast ready to attack or be attacked by predators.
For a long moment, nothing happened. The air around her was full and still, hot, and in a brief moment of lucidity he realized that he had heard all the voices were gone, so that from one second to another all he could hear was the sound His shortness of breath, hoarse and dry grass that crunched beneath his shoes every time you move. He looked carefully at his left, and when he could not really feel anything, he moved to the side, walking on tiptoe, and crouched behind a huge tree, waiting.
He slipped off the loaded gun from his shoulder and took him in her arms, stroking the barrel and stock as they were the cheeks of her child and held her breath, every sense alert, ready thumb on the trigger. They would not have ever taken alive.
a minute passed, then half an hour, then maybe an hour, and nothing happened. The forest had returned to whisper sweet sounds of the wind and the air itself seemed to have dissolved, as if in that point in the world does not now happen anymore. Claire ran a pulse on the forehead to get rid of hair that fell in broken hair on his face contorted and still waited, until it was certain that ran no danger. He looked around again, and then cautiously, always with his rifle in his arms, went out into the open, showing his back to clear.
was then that the attacked.
were four, five, twelve men with big hands and strong arms, and within a second Claire found herself with her legs in the air, wrists locked behind his back, and could do nothing but screaming and kicking and biting anything that came near his mouth, while the men tugging and tie, crushing his face against the rough ground covered with grass and wood. The knees scratched the ground, elbows almost gave up with a snap under their grip and the last thing he saw was a lightweight, close to its root, behind which was hidden only a moment before. He heard the voices reach her excited and indistinct and, as soon as he was able to store enough air to articulate a coherent sentence - Give me back my son! - his world was suddenly dark.
When he opened his eyes the first thing he saw was darkness. He blinked several times, as if to test his sight, and the pupils as they became accustomed to the darkness began to distinguish the vague shadows and then gradually shapes, lines and details. She noticed suddenly that it was night the windows were locked, but the cracks that the rounded edges of the wood could not cover came a dim light, orange light of dusk, probably.
He tried to get up, but when the arm moves, was suddenly aware of being bound. He moved his legs, wrists, contracted muscles to try to break the ties that the blocking, but the only result he got was to get even worse.
In the end, they had taken. He shouted, frustrated, and cursed, giving background to the whole top of his lungs and when his string of expletives and curses ran out in a whisper, he saw the silhouette of a man bending over her, her long hair framing a pale face blacks who stood up in the intense almond-shaped eyes.
He said something to someone who could not see Claire and in a language she did not understand and in his field of vision appeared another man with sharp features softened by an irregular beard, light hair held back by a bandana. The two men talking in a moment and then the first left, just as he had come, not even speak to her.
The second man moved closer and she tried to break free again, starting to his tumbler and cursing when he grabbed her shoulder, she struggled, able for a moment to diminish it.
"Do not be afraid," said he, in a conciliatory tone. "Do not we all."
"Where is my son ? Scandium, angry, spitting out words in between the teeth and the man shook his head, returning to crush his back against the rough surface on which he was lying.
"We have your son," he said, the tone of one who is tired of always reply the same concept. "We just have to get a little test, for safety reasons, we will let you no harm."
"Liar!" He shouted, shaking his head as if he had not even heard. "I know you have it, I know it was you get it! Give me back my son! "
He strengthened the grip of the ties on his wrists and ankles and she saw that two other men reached him, helping him hold it. "I repeat, Claire, we do not have your son. Do not know why you think it's in our hands, but I swear, we have not. "
" Liars, liars, "shouted again, still shaking his head from side to side - now that was the only part of the body on which he still had control. "I know it's here, he told me that he is here. Give it back, give me back Aaron! "
None of the men answered her and she cried louder, almost scratching the vocal cords for the effort, but it seemed that no one to feel the same. The man who had stayed with her walked away, leaving her alone with the other thugs and, when he came back, looked straight into his eyes, sighing slightly.
"Stay still," he said, and before that Claire only had the chance to shake his head, his body was crossed by the longest and most painful discharge he had ever heard in his life. The fingers of the hands and feet trembled, his chest rose up against his will, although he felt his vocal cords quiver and shriek with violence, the pain was so unbearable that he could barely hear. He shouted again, perhaps stronger, and discharges increased in frequency and intensity until the pain really became unbearable and she felt her whole body breaking and shaking uncontrollably and sell as if he had not even a spine. She wept, perhaps, was not sure, but at some point his face was all wet and her eyes were so bad that she could not close them or to or to keep them open and under his eyes misted could not see anything that shape fuzzy-haired man who monitored everything without even deigning a glance.
discharge continued, perhaps for hours, and when it finally ended the torture she even realized it. His body continued to tremble, his ankles and his wrists rubbed hard against the ropes and at some point fell on his back, exhausted, completely unable to speak or reason, his mouth wide open and still incredulous and streams of tears that slowly rolled down her cheeks, she could not do anything to stop it. He heard men
confabulation again, while moving away from her, and just turning his head, he could see them all around what looked like an old appliance, returned them a few times and looked at the end, the man with fair hair went back to her, frowning. "The test failed," he said, or seemed to understand given the situation and, before she could even to issue the one hand, he put something heavy and hot on his shoulder.
The pain was so intense that his senses seemed to go out all at once and the last thing she heard was the nauseating smell of his own flesh sizzling under the hot metal.
The night was dark, dark, silent. Claire ventured into the trees without even see where they put their feet, the shreds of clothing that fell on him like rags and hair pours on the face, shoulders, covering her eyes, everywhere. Trudged in silence, shoulders and lower curves, trying to move quickly as he walked away from the temple where they had locked, directed to his shelter, his home.
He walked into the night, ignoring any sound or signal that arrives confused his ears and when he saw a fire burning and crackling in front of his door he stopped, eyes wide. "Is that you?" He cried, hoarse voice and a figure stood up from the piece of log on which she sat and came up, stopping a few steps away from her.
"You came back," he said, his voice soft and Claire nodded, removing hair from the face and settling the suits, as if to make it presentable.
"I ran away," mumbled, his eyes fleeting. "They took me in their time but I ran away." She inhaled deeply and sniffed, as he felt tears pricking my eyes. "I wanted to bring back Aaron," she said, her voice small small. "I told him that I knew them but I have not given back."
The man looked at her with a mixture of tenderness and compassion and stroked his cheek gently and away the hair from her face. "It's okay, Claire."
"No, must ridarmelo." He shook his head slightly, a quick shot, and then looked the man straight in the eye, looking in his eyes confirmed that all was not lost. "Because they have it, right? They are the ones that I took away Aaron. Ridarmelo must, "she whispered, again, the man clasped the shoulders with his arms and carried her to his chest, rocking slightly, in silence, as if it were a child.
"It's all OK, do not worry. Can you have your child back, as I promised. "
" When? "Piped, her face pressed against his shirt.
"Soon, my child, soon. And in the meantime, "he said, lifting her shoulders," you just have to stay calm and not give up. "He paused a moment and ran his knuckles on the small face dirty and congested, showing the amiable smile of which was capable of. "Now go 'to wash," the urged, gently. "Meanwhile, I'll make something to put under your teeth, yes?"
Claire hesitated, as if he wanted to add something, but eventually gave up. He walked away in silence, sad, hunched shoulders and when he reached under his shirt rolled up refuge on his belly with one hand slid slowly burns on the water and washed his face with slow movements and rough, as if he was doing just because he had told them not because I really felt the need.
The man looked at her a long time, while fixing the meat near the fire and when she finished washing he saw her approach to the gruesome depiction of a cot as if she were possessed by a spirit and began to swing it from side to ' other, singing the lullaby that had been heard so many times to know how to repeat in their sleep.
Breathe heavily, turning the meat. The poor bambina senza cervello, imprigionata in quella rete di bugie a cui solo lei poteva credere, sarebbe stata una delle pedine decisive al fine di raggiungere il suo scopo; tutto quello che doveva fare, era soltanto cullarla un altro po', e imbottirle la testa con quella sua ridicola canzoncina fino a che di lei non fosse rimasto soltanto un povero guscio vuoto. Allora, forse, sarebbe arrivato il momento di sbarazzarsene.
«Qui è tutto pronto, Claire!»
Ma per adesso, non poteva fare altro che servirle la sua cena.
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Sunday, February 20, 2011
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Truska Stockings and Blessed podvyaz.
IS NOT Hentai!
Year: 2010
Genre: Adventure, parody
Category: TV serials (Rus HAP.), TV serials (Eng. Sub.)
announced: Ancord Sound: Arazu
Studio: GAINAX
Director: Hiroyuki Imaysi
Description: Between heaven and hell stretches huge Masturbate-city, where millions of people live a normal life - little by little sin, suffer little by little, to the extent of the forces looking for happiness and pleasure. That's only in human life is constantly interfere with evil spirits, on which there is absolutely no authority - other than a fervent prayer, of course. And the heavens responded by sending aid to the suffering two brave sisters from the angelic forces with a wise mentor ...
Actually, sisters angels from Heaven just threw her ugly behavior - And it was for nothing. Elder, Truska - a complete nymphomaniac and bogohulnitsa; younger, stockings - lazy and sweet tooth in the image of "Gothic Lolita". By as sisters in the extreme suffering sadomasochism, rude and full of neglect of morality and private property. But God is merciful - he gave Exile chance to return to paradise if they izvedut in evil spirits Bobosov, simultaneously earning a certain number of heavenly currency.
So now Truska and stockings firmly on the road improvements and cooperation with the administration on behalf of their supervisor - haerstogo nigga Sacred Podvyaza. Turning panties Guns, stockings - a katana, and a sweet zverushku Chuck - all hell in that the heroine breasts defended Masturbate City and comic-absurdist genre!
PS: Theme boobs are not disclosed, but all the same to children under 21 years of viewing is not recommended. nidayboh they use these role models of behavior for themselves ...
from myself I will say this: long whinnying. cartoon in the tradition of Multrealiti, and a flat space, only then put to a higher idea, put on ridiculing what-have-you nibylo .. it is devoid of ideology ржака под соусом непристойностей, сквернословия, сальностей, пошлостей и насилия.
Настоятельно рекомендую.
13 серий вконтакте
IS NOT Hentai!
Year: 2010
Genre: Adventure, parody
Category: TV serials (Rus HAP.), TV serials (Eng. Sub.)
announced: Ancord Sound: Arazu
Studio: GAINAX
Director: Hiroyuki Imaysi
Description: Between heaven and hell stretches huge Masturbate-city, where millions of people live a normal life - little by little sin, suffer little by little, to the extent of the forces looking for happiness and pleasure. That's only in human life is constantly interfere with evil spirits, on which there is absolutely no authority - other than a fervent prayer, of course. And the heavens responded by sending aid to the suffering two brave sisters from the angelic forces with a wise mentor ...
Actually, sisters angels from Heaven just threw her ugly behavior - And it was for nothing. Elder, Truska - a complete nymphomaniac and bogohulnitsa; younger, stockings - lazy and sweet tooth in the image of "Gothic Lolita". By as sisters in the extreme suffering sadomasochism, rude and full of neglect of morality and private property. But God is merciful - he gave Exile chance to return to paradise if they izvedut in evil spirits Bobosov, simultaneously earning a certain number of heavenly currency.
So now Truska and stockings firmly on the road improvements and cooperation with the administration on behalf of their supervisor - haerstogo nigga Sacred Podvyaza. Turning panties Guns, stockings - a katana, and a sweet zverushku Chuck - all hell in that the heroine breasts defended Masturbate City and comic-absurdist genre!
PS: Theme boobs are not disclosed, but all the same to children under 21 years of viewing is not recommended. nidayboh they use these role models of behavior for themselves ...
from myself I will say this: long whinnying. cartoon in the tradition of Multrealiti, and a flat space, only then put to a higher idea, put on ridiculing what-have-you nibylo .. it is devoid of ideology ржака под соусом непристойностей, сквернословия, сальностей, пошлостей и насилия.
Настоятельно рекомендую.
13 серий вконтакте
Brent Corrigan For Free
[Lost] Are you sorry?
Titolo: Sei pentita?
Fandom: Lost
Personaggi: James "Sawyer" Ford, Juliet Burke
Pairing: Pre Sawyer / Juliet
Rating: G
Word Count: 1263 ( Fidipù )
Challenge: COW-T @ maridichallenge
Prompt: [ Second Week - Missoni 1] Prison
Summary: on the pier now, only she had stayed. The submarine had sailed nearly an hour before and little by little, all those who had witnessed his departure had gone, returning to take care of their tasks and their facts, leaving it there to reflect on its own, the point at where it all began, three years earlier - and that would have ended there that day, if she had not changed his mind.
Notes: If I go on like this will end I will write at least one fic for each day of the three years' These two have passed on Island, lol. XD This is set by the two famous weeks later, when the submarine part of the island, leaving Juliet: Here Ju is not yet fully aware that he remained for him, but already realizes that James has a great influence on her (something that goes a bit 'out of my royalties, but the fic is beautiful because it varies, no? XD) And I do not add much, because if not you the whole story, lol. XD
Spoiler: None
Disclaimer: Darlton's. ♥
Warning: None
on the pier now, only she had stayed. The submarine had sailed nearly an hour before and little by little, all those who had witnessed his departure had gone, returning to take care of their tasks and their facts, leaving it there to reflect on its own, the point at where it all began, three years before - and that would have ended there that day, if she had not changed his mind.
He scanned the flat sea that widened under his eyes and ran a hand through his blond hair that fell in thick curls on his face and eyes, wondering for the umpteenth time if he made the right choice or not. James was right, yet there was nothing for her, in seventy-four, not a home base to return, not a family that expected, none of what he had left to follow Richard and Ben had already been created: if was turned back, he would find herself all alone with nowhere to go, without a person on whom it could rely, or he could tell his story - But it is not a reason not to go.
When his own words back to mind breathed deeply, just lifting his eyes toward the sky. Instill, what she wanted, really? Being able to rejoin with his family which had no news for too long or be able to finally escape from that island Given that, despite all his efforts, he seemed unwilling to let go?
Maybe once would have answered the first option but now no longer even knew her. Ben had always told that the island was a magical place, a place where miracles happen, but gradually that women had begun to die under his hands had begun to cease to believe his tales. For what it was concerned, the island was nothing other than a prison.
sighed, putting a hand to his forehead to repair his eyes from the sun that had been raised at all, and now shone above their heads with the same indifference with which shone in every part of the world. Yet it was left. Despite knowing full well that he would never had this opportunity, he decided to remain a prisoner. Slowly he turned, casually observing the outline of the coast, the forest, until in the distance he could not see the last houses of the bogeymen of Dharma all bonded together as if they wanted to build the shell of a tortoise - after all even they felt safe .
He turned back to watch the sea and let the air slip away from the lungs, while vaguely noticed the sound of footsteps that had come to know very well that the approaching and stopped his side.
He waited for him to speak, and after a few seconds, he finally broke the silence. "Hey."
"Hey," he said mechanically, without emphasis in his voice.
"What do you enjoy the view?" The tone of his voice seemed to be playful as ever, but she had now learned to listen well, to feel the mood of anxiety that slipped between the words when he was upset about something.
did not look at him and slowly shook his shoulders. "Something like that," she said and she heard him swinging on his heels and sigh before speaking again: "Are you sorry?"
Juliet blinked a few times and then turned just, amazed by that question so directly. James looked at her straight in the face and, for a moment, she did not know what to say. Yes ? No ? none of your business? Maybe they all would go well, maybe even all together. Yes, maybe he was sorry. Maybe he should have gone, but while pondering her frowning face, he realized that, although it was still trapped there, she was still someone to share that situation, someone who perhaps had been able to show them that even in that place was left of the good - but how could he say such a thing, when she was not even sure those were his thoughts consistent?
"I just have to get used to the idea," he said finally, laconic, with another shrug of the shoulders and they both turned and looked toward the sea, as if they expected that the submarine had to reappear at any moment.
"Yeah."
She said nothing and after a while, 'she heard him sigh, before breaking again the silence: "You know, will not last forever."
She looked at him with one eye and saw him depart a hair from her face, nervously. "Locke is gone, but come back and get us. It's just a matter of time, you'll see. "He hesitated a moment and then sighed. "We will not stay trapped here for the rest of our days. "
Juliet just opened his mouth to speak and immediately closed it two or three times, unable to give a real answer. "Perhaps," she whispered after a moment, and dropped his eyes to the tips of his shoes because he could not see the expression on his face. "Maybe you're right."
"We'll go from here, whatever the cost."
For the first time since he had arrived lifted her face toward him and looked at him openly, meeting his gaze. He seemed so sure of himself that, for a moment, he felt about his beliefs shaken. She seemed to be turned back even two weeks, when they had made a similar speech of that, right there where they were now - and then wondered how it was possible that, despite everything, he could always convince her to stay by his side. "And in the meantime what do we do?" He asked, hoping his voice did not betray the thoughts continued to swirl in the mind.
He shrugged and sighed, putting his hands in his pockets. "Wait."
Juliet stretched his lips into a smile. "It is hard to believe you're the type to wait."
James answered his smile with a far more convincing than his. "True," he said, nodding in his direction. "But at this point I doubt that we can do much more, do you think? "
" Not really. "
" You know instead of what we can do now? "he asked, after a while, 'the voice strangely cheerful. Juliet looked at him with knitted brows, unable not to be infected by his sudden good mood. "What?"
"Let's go to lunch. It will feel like home: meatloaf and apple pie, everything that a good American can expect to find on his table. Are you in? "
Juliet almost burst out laughing, in front of his face completely serious. He ran his hand on his lips and shook his head, sighing, "I'll make you a meatloaf? Because if so I pass. "
the James Trim expression offense and then gave a quick nod to the homes of Dharma, on the other side of the coast. "Lucky for you no, I do not cook: Horace and Amy invited us to dine with them. To know us better, they say. "
Juliet did not answer him right away and eventually forced himself to nod. What else could he do? "Okay, let's go to dinner with Amy and Horace '
" Great, "he said, turning to the hinterland and Juliet could not help but follow him. Perhaps he was still trapped, he thought, as they walked in silence towards the house without even looking in his eyes, but this should not give up the apple pie. And then, who knows? Could also become a habit - and honestly, she would not mind at all.
Titolo: Sei pentita?
Fandom: Lost
Personaggi: James "Sawyer" Ford, Juliet Burke
Pairing: Pre Sawyer / Juliet
Rating: G
Word Count: 1263 ( Fidipù )
Challenge: COW-T @
maridichallenge Prompt: [ Second Week - Missoni 1] Prison
Summary: on the pier now, only she had stayed. The submarine had sailed nearly an hour before and little by little, all those who had witnessed his departure had gone, returning to take care of their tasks and their facts, leaving it there to reflect on its own, the point at where it all began, three years earlier - and that would have ended there that day, if she had not changed his mind.
Notes: If I go on like this will end I will write at least one fic for each day of the three years' These two have passed on Island, lol. XD This is set by the two famous weeks later, when the submarine part of the island, leaving Juliet: Here Ju is not yet fully aware that he remained for him, but already realizes that James has a great influence on her (something that goes a bit 'out of my royalties, but the fic is beautiful because it varies, no? XD) And I do not add much, because if not you the whole story, lol. XD
Spoiler: None
Disclaimer: Darlton's. ♥
Warning: None
on the pier now, only she had stayed. The submarine had sailed nearly an hour before and little by little, all those who had witnessed his departure had gone, returning to take care of their tasks and their facts, leaving it there to reflect on its own, the point at where it all began, three years before - and that would have ended there that day, if she had not changed his mind.
He scanned the flat sea that widened under his eyes and ran a hand through his blond hair that fell in thick curls on his face and eyes, wondering for the umpteenth time if he made the right choice or not. James was right, yet there was nothing for her, in seventy-four, not a home base to return, not a family that expected, none of what he had left to follow Richard and Ben had already been created: if was turned back, he would find herself all alone with nowhere to go, without a person on whom it could rely, or he could tell his story - But it is not a reason not to go.
When his own words back to mind breathed deeply, just lifting his eyes toward the sky. Instill, what she wanted, really? Being able to rejoin with his family which had no news for too long or be able to finally escape from that island Given that, despite all his efforts, he seemed unwilling to let go?
Maybe once would have answered the first option but now no longer even knew her. Ben had always told that the island was a magical place, a place where miracles happen, but gradually that women had begun to die under his hands had begun to cease to believe his tales. For what it was concerned, the island was nothing other than a prison.
sighed, putting a hand to his forehead to repair his eyes from the sun that had been raised at all, and now shone above their heads with the same indifference with which shone in every part of the world. Yet it was left. Despite knowing full well that he would never had this opportunity, he decided to remain a prisoner. Slowly he turned, casually observing the outline of the coast, the forest, until in the distance he could not see the last houses of the bogeymen of Dharma all bonded together as if they wanted to build the shell of a tortoise - after all even they felt safe .
He turned back to watch the sea and let the air slip away from the lungs, while vaguely noticed the sound of footsteps that had come to know very well that the approaching and stopped his side.
He waited for him to speak, and after a few seconds, he finally broke the silence. "Hey."
"Hey," he said mechanically, without emphasis in his voice.
"What do you enjoy the view?" The tone of his voice seemed to be playful as ever, but she had now learned to listen well, to feel the mood of anxiety that slipped between the words when he was upset about something.
did not look at him and slowly shook his shoulders. "Something like that," she said and she heard him swinging on his heels and sigh before speaking again: "Are you sorry?"
Juliet blinked a few times and then turned just, amazed by that question so directly. James looked at her straight in the face and, for a moment, she did not know what to say. Yes ? No ? none of your business? Maybe they all would go well, maybe even all together. Yes, maybe he was sorry. Maybe he should have gone, but while pondering her frowning face, he realized that, although it was still trapped there, she was still someone to share that situation, someone who perhaps had been able to show them that even in that place was left of the good - but how could he say such a thing, when she was not even sure those were his thoughts consistent?
"I just have to get used to the idea," he said finally, laconic, with another shrug of the shoulders and they both turned and looked toward the sea, as if they expected that the submarine had to reappear at any moment.
"Yeah."
She said nothing and after a while, 'she heard him sigh, before breaking again the silence: "You know, will not last forever."
She looked at him with one eye and saw him depart a hair from her face, nervously. "Locke is gone, but come back and get us. It's just a matter of time, you'll see. "He hesitated a moment and then sighed. "We will not stay trapped here for the rest of our days. "
Juliet just opened his mouth to speak and immediately closed it two or three times, unable to give a real answer. "Perhaps," she whispered after a moment, and dropped his eyes to the tips of his shoes because he could not see the expression on his face. "Maybe you're right."
"We'll go from here, whatever the cost."
For the first time since he had arrived lifted her face toward him and looked at him openly, meeting his gaze. He seemed so sure of himself that, for a moment, he felt about his beliefs shaken. She seemed to be turned back even two weeks, when they had made a similar speech of that, right there where they were now - and then wondered how it was possible that, despite everything, he could always convince her to stay by his side. "And in the meantime what do we do?" He asked, hoping his voice did not betray the thoughts continued to swirl in the mind.
He shrugged and sighed, putting his hands in his pockets. "Wait."
Juliet stretched his lips into a smile. "It is hard to believe you're the type to wait."
James answered his smile with a far more convincing than his. "True," he said, nodding in his direction. "But at this point I doubt that we can do much more, do you think? "
" Not really. "
" You know instead of what we can do now? "he asked, after a while, 'the voice strangely cheerful. Juliet looked at him with knitted brows, unable not to be infected by his sudden good mood. "What?"
"Let's go to lunch. It will feel like home: meatloaf and apple pie, everything that a good American can expect to find on his table. Are you in? "
Juliet almost burst out laughing, in front of his face completely serious. He ran his hand on his lips and shook his head, sighing, "I'll make you a meatloaf? Because if so I pass. "
the James Trim expression offense and then gave a quick nod to the homes of Dharma, on the other side of the coast. "Lucky for you no, I do not cook: Horace and Amy invited us to dine with them. To know us better, they say. "
Juliet did not answer him right away and eventually forced himself to nod. What else could he do? "Okay, let's go to dinner with Amy and Horace '
" Great, "he said, turning to the hinterland and Juliet could not help but follow him. Perhaps he was still trapped, he thought, as they walked in silence towards the house without even looking in his eyes, but this should not give up the apple pie. And then, who knows? Could also become a habit - and honestly, she would not mind at all.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Where Is Nick Berry 2010
[Lost] The End
Title: The End
Fandom: Lost
Characters: Jack Shephard
Pairing: Jack / Kate
implied Rating: G
Word Count: 396 ( Fidipù )
Challenge: COW-T @ maridichallenge
Prompt: [The Week - Missoni 2] Clear
Summary: Jack. The end.
Notes: write I crying, a sign that I probably would not ever deliver the Lost and the damned and wonderful final episode. , __, I had never described the death of Jack, and even if it is a rather overworked theme I wanted to say mine too. ^ ^
Spoiler: None
Disclaimer: DARLTON FUCK I love you.
Warning: None
Jack trudging through the bamboo poles that seem to open before his feet to let him pass, the hand pressed against his side, blurred vision so that she can hardly see what the lies ahead, does not see the ground approaching, or the trunk to which it clings to the legs when not longer stand up.
slid to the floor, eyes wide open, and puts his hand on the other when they feel that the pain starts to become thinner, less noticeable, when it becomes aware of being one step away from its end - and it's stupid, yes, but can almost feel the hand of Kate in his own, his fingers thin and fresh with its interwoven.
is thinking about this for a moment when they break the barriers of forgetfulness and he, for the first time, he hears a voice. He is my father , think, and the voice becomes clearer, ever closer, and when Jack turns to look to that source smiles at seeing Vincent rush toward him. The dog wags his tail, stroked his face with his nose and tongue, and when he tries to touch it to turn Vincent and lies next to him, unlike what he did three years ago, this time waiting for him, remains at his side, waiting that what needs to happen.
And Jack can not help but think that that's the only way they could close the loop. The earth does not tremble more, the island is safe and he is back there where it all began, he returned to watch the bamboo stalks that sway between his eyes and the sky clear and bright over the mountain peaks stretching as far as d 'eye, and when inside he feels that the end came, he sees it. Prima is a dot
indistinct and gradually that appears and disappears among the foliage takes on a definite consistency, an identity. If he had an ounce of strength, laugh. If he could, he rose up and shouted loudly because she knows that everything he has done has really done for a reason. As the plane moves away
finally taking off Kate and everyone else, he smiles, happy as perhaps never really felt in his life. And, finally, closes his eyes.
Title: The End
Fandom: Lost
Characters: Jack Shephard
Pairing: Jack / Kate
implied Rating: G
Word Count: 396 ( Fidipù )
Challenge: COW-T @
maridichallenge Prompt: [The Week - Missoni 2] Clear
Summary: Jack. The end.
Notes: write I crying, a sign that I probably would not ever deliver the Lost and the damned and wonderful final episode. , __, I had never described the death of Jack, and even if it is a rather overworked theme I wanted to say mine too. ^ ^
Spoiler: None
Disclaimer: DARLTON FUCK I love you.
Warning: None
Jack trudging through the bamboo poles that seem to open before his feet to let him pass, the hand pressed against his side, blurred vision so that she can hardly see what the lies ahead, does not see the ground approaching, or the trunk to which it clings to the legs when not longer stand up.
slid to the floor, eyes wide open, and puts his hand on the other when they feel that the pain starts to become thinner, less noticeable, when it becomes aware of being one step away from its end - and it's stupid, yes, but can almost feel the hand of Kate in his own, his fingers thin and fresh with its interwoven.
is thinking about this for a moment when they break the barriers of forgetfulness and he, for the first time, he hears a voice. He is my father , think, and the voice becomes clearer, ever closer, and when Jack turns to look to that source smiles at seeing Vincent rush toward him. The dog wags his tail, stroked his face with his nose and tongue, and when he tries to touch it to turn Vincent and lies next to him, unlike what he did three years ago, this time waiting for him, remains at his side, waiting that what needs to happen.
And Jack can not help but think that that's the only way they could close the loop. The earth does not tremble more, the island is safe and he is back there where it all began, he returned to watch the bamboo stalks that sway between his eyes and the sky clear and bright over the mountain peaks stretching as far as d 'eye, and when inside he feels that the end came, he sees it. Prima is a dot
indistinct and gradually that appears and disappears among the foliage takes on a definite consistency, an identity. If he had an ounce of strength, laugh. If he could, he rose up and shouted loudly because she knows that everything he has done has really done for a reason. As the plane moves away
finally taking off Kate and everyone else, he smiles, happy as perhaps never really felt in his life. And, finally, closes his eyes.
Cruising Places At Kolkata
[Gundam Wing] is a promise
Title: It's a promise
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Characters: Heero Yuy, Relena Darlian
Pairing: Heero / Relena
Rating:
G Word Count: 1602 ( Fidipù )
Challenge: COW-T @ maridichallenge
Prompt: [The Week - Missoni 2] Clear
Summary: Everything around her was silent, he could hear only the sound of the wind stirred the leaves and gently let go, lulled by this lullaby, until he heard the footsteps and, with eyes only half-closed, he saw a shadow of her bending over to study his face, his expression that he knew to be blessed.
Relena smiled. Maybe would be able to get up, if he had arrived only a moment before, but now had become the subject of his dreams.
Notes: Heero Relena + garden + = obligatory step in the life of every shipper couple. \u0026lt;3 And I must add, they are love. * _ *
Spoiler: None
Disclaimer: Sunrise
Warning: None
The feeling of fresh air in the afternoon that caressed her skin was more refreshing than anything else. Relena got rid of the jacket and shoes and sat down on the grass, arms and legs stretched out on the fresh grass, gli occhi socchiusi che guardavano oltre le cime degli alberi che oscillavano dolcemente da una parte all'altra, verso il cielo terso.
Sospirò, appagata, incurante dei fili d'erba che si intrecciavano ai suoi capelli o dell'acqua che avrebbe potuto macchiare i suoi vestiti, e lasciò che la frescura e il silenzio entrassero dentro di lei, nella sua essenza. Era una cosa che faceva spesso, quando era bambina, in quelle rare volte in cui suo padre o sua madre la rimproveravano; scappava nel parco, senza dire niente a nessuno, e aspettava in silenzio, stesa sull'erba morbida, aspettava fino a che uno dei suoi genitori la venisse a prendere per fare la pace. Forse era sempre stato un modo infantile di pensare, il suo, ma aveva sempre creduto to stop and look at that green mingled with the pure blue sky and white clouds were the only thing that can really calm.
After a moment, finally closed his eyes. Everything around her was silent, he could hear only the sound of the wind stirred the leaves and gently let go, lulled by this lullaby, until he heard the footsteps and, with eyes only half open, he saw a shadow of her bending over to study his face, his expression that he knew to be blessed.
Relena smiled. Perhaps it would be able to get up, if he had arrived only a moment before, but now had become the subject of his dreams. When
woke up, had already begun to get dark. He sat up slowly, covering her mouth with his hand while yawning, and a moment later, he noticed that someone had laid his jacket on the chest, why not take cold. He frowned and began to look around, looking for that someone who most likely had already been gone for some time.
studied the thick grass, tree trunks and moved a bit 'on the right, hidden among the shadows that were beginning to get thicker and saw him, her shoulders resting against the frame of a strong large oak tree, "Heero," called him, unable to hide his amazement, and the boy turned to look at, serious and quiet.
"You wake up," said Relena and shrugged, gathering her legs under the body. "Yes. As I slept? "
He furrowed his eyebrows for a second and studied his wristwatch. "A couple of hours."
"And you've been here waiting for me." It was a question and when he nodded absently Relena could not suppress a chuckle. Heero looked at her intensely, without its expression could understand if it had bothered her laugh and Relena put his knees to his chest, resting his elbows on his legs and his chin on his forearms.
"Sorry," she said, shrugging. "It I just do not expect you'd been here with me, I thought of having you only dreamed of. "Suddenly she blushed and looked away for a second. "I mean, I think I saw you when you arrived, but I thought it was just my imagination." She looked at him with one eye, and when he realized that he was still trying to listen, began to speak, eventually letting drag back from the stream of his thoughts: "unfounded and a bit 'strange, is not it? In other words, in books and stories generally when the princess wakes up her partner is already gone. "He chuckled. "Infuse must be terribly boring to watch a sleeping person, right?"
For a long moment he said nothing and after a while, 'he shrugged. "I had a job to be finished," he said, nodding his head toward the laptop that he had left on the grass next to the tree root. "It was not so bad waiting for a while '."
Relena smiled and felt his chest swell with joy when he realized the meaning of his words in the language of Heero, that was the best compliment I could receive. He stood up and pulled on his jacket and then picked up her shoes from the ground, without wearing them. She looked at him and he put on his computer under his arm, before approaching her.
"Come?"
Relena nodded. "Will you home with me? "
Heero did not answer immediately and then gave a quick nod. Relena smiled, beaming. "Would you stop for dinner? Pour it's getting late. "
He hesitated a moment, but this time, his answer was different:" I still have some work to do, you better come back immediately. "He paused a moment, and she thought that we were focusing with all his might to decide if he should say something, she thought she saw her clearly, had just crossed his eyes. Relena did not insist, said nothing and he finally gave a little nod. "Maybe next time."
She parted her lips and looked him straight in the eye. "Really?"
"What?"
"Next time I'll ask that you stay for dinner?" The churches, all in one go, after repenting for being so impulsive. If he knew one thing, Heero was insisting that he was useless and that, anyway, he would always done his own thing. "Excuse me," she corrected herself, blushing slightly. "Obviously you do not have to stay strong, if not want."
"Yes"
Relena blinked. "What did you say?" Heero
restored to an intense gaze, decided one of those looks that despite all the experiences they had lived in the last few years were still able to make her tremble the knees. "The next time you ask me, I'll stay for good."
remained for a long time to look into my eyes and then Relena inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying with all his might to hold back the joy she felt inside her heart. "Okay," she said, stretching a hand toward him. "It's a promise."
Heero shook it without hesitation, and she felt that with this gesture he was trying to supply all the security that would need to be there till the end of the universe. "It's a promise," he said.
Title: It's a promise
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Characters: Heero Yuy, Relena Darlian
Pairing: Heero / Relena
Rating:
G Word Count: 1602 ( Fidipù )
Challenge: COW-T @
maridichallenge Prompt: [The Week - Missoni 2] Clear
Summary: Everything around her was silent, he could hear only the sound of the wind stirred the leaves and gently let go, lulled by this lullaby, until he heard the footsteps and, with eyes only half-closed, he saw a shadow of her bending over to study his face, his expression that he knew to be blessed.
Relena smiled. Maybe would be able to get up, if he had arrived only a moment before, but now had become the subject of his dreams.
Notes: Heero Relena + garden + = obligatory step in the life of every shipper couple. \u0026lt;3 And I must add, they are love. * _ *
Spoiler: None
Disclaimer: Sunrise
Warning: None
The feeling of fresh air in the afternoon that caressed her skin was more refreshing than anything else. Relena got rid of the jacket and shoes and sat down on the grass, arms and legs stretched out on the fresh grass, gli occhi socchiusi che guardavano oltre le cime degli alberi che oscillavano dolcemente da una parte all'altra, verso il cielo terso.
Sospirò, appagata, incurante dei fili d'erba che si intrecciavano ai suoi capelli o dell'acqua che avrebbe potuto macchiare i suoi vestiti, e lasciò che la frescura e il silenzio entrassero dentro di lei, nella sua essenza. Era una cosa che faceva spesso, quando era bambina, in quelle rare volte in cui suo padre o sua madre la rimproveravano; scappava nel parco, senza dire niente a nessuno, e aspettava in silenzio, stesa sull'erba morbida, aspettava fino a che uno dei suoi genitori la venisse a prendere per fare la pace. Forse era sempre stato un modo infantile di pensare, il suo, ma aveva sempre creduto to stop and look at that green mingled with the pure blue sky and white clouds were the only thing that can really calm.
After a moment, finally closed his eyes. Everything around her was silent, he could hear only the sound of the wind stirred the leaves and gently let go, lulled by this lullaby, until he heard the footsteps and, with eyes only half open, he saw a shadow of her bending over to study his face, his expression that he knew to be blessed.
Relena smiled. Perhaps it would be able to get up, if he had arrived only a moment before, but now had become the subject of his dreams. When
woke up, had already begun to get dark. He sat up slowly, covering her mouth with his hand while yawning, and a moment later, he noticed that someone had laid his jacket on the chest, why not take cold. He frowned and began to look around, looking for that someone who most likely had already been gone for some time.
studied the thick grass, tree trunks and moved a bit 'on the right, hidden among the shadows that were beginning to get thicker and saw him, her shoulders resting against the frame of a strong large oak tree, "Heero," called him, unable to hide his amazement, and the boy turned to look at, serious and quiet.
"You wake up," said Relena and shrugged, gathering her legs under the body. "Yes. As I slept? "
He furrowed his eyebrows for a second and studied his wristwatch. "A couple of hours."
"And you've been here waiting for me." It was a question and when he nodded absently Relena could not suppress a chuckle. Heero looked at her intensely, without its expression could understand if it had bothered her laugh and Relena put his knees to his chest, resting his elbows on his legs and his chin on his forearms.
"Sorry," she said, shrugging. "It I just do not expect you'd been here with me, I thought of having you only dreamed of. "Suddenly she blushed and looked away for a second. "I mean, I think I saw you when you arrived, but I thought it was just my imagination." She looked at him with one eye, and when he realized that he was still trying to listen, began to speak, eventually letting drag back from the stream of his thoughts: "unfounded and a bit 'strange, is not it? In other words, in books and stories generally when the princess wakes up her partner is already gone. "He chuckled. "Infuse must be terribly boring to watch a sleeping person, right?"
For a long moment he said nothing and after a while, 'he shrugged. "I had a job to be finished," he said, nodding his head toward the laptop that he had left on the grass next to the tree root. "It was not so bad waiting for a while '."
Relena smiled and felt his chest swell with joy when he realized the meaning of his words in the language of Heero, that was the best compliment I could receive. He stood up and pulled on his jacket and then picked up her shoes from the ground, without wearing them. She looked at him and he put on his computer under his arm, before approaching her.
"Come?"
Relena nodded. "Will you home with me? "
Heero did not answer immediately and then gave a quick nod. Relena smiled, beaming. "Would you stop for dinner? Pour it's getting late. "
He hesitated a moment, but this time, his answer was different:" I still have some work to do, you better come back immediately. "He paused a moment, and she thought that we were focusing with all his might to decide if he should say something, she thought she saw her clearly, had just crossed his eyes. Relena did not insist, said nothing and he finally gave a little nod. "Maybe next time."
She parted her lips and looked him straight in the eye. "Really?"
"What?"
"Next time I'll ask that you stay for dinner?" The churches, all in one go, after repenting for being so impulsive. If he knew one thing, Heero was insisting that he was useless and that, anyway, he would always done his own thing. "Excuse me," she corrected herself, blushing slightly. "Obviously you do not have to stay strong, if not want."
"Yes"
Relena blinked. "What did you say?" Heero
restored to an intense gaze, decided one of those looks that despite all the experiences they had lived in the last few years were still able to make her tremble the knees. "The next time you ask me, I'll stay for good."
remained for a long time to look into my eyes and then Relena inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying with all his might to hold back the joy she felt inside her heart. "Okay," she said, stretching a hand toward him. "It's a promise."
Heero shook it without hesitation, and she felt that with this gesture he was trying to supply all the security that would need to be there till the end of the universe. "It's a promise," he said.
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[Lost] And the moon is the only light you see [Stand by me]
Title: And the moon is the only light you see [Stand by me]
Fandom: Lost
Characters: James "Sawyer" Ford, Juliet Burke
Pairing: Sawyer / Juliet
Rating: G
Word Count: 1203 ( Fidipù )
Challenge: COW-T @ maridichallenge
Prompt: [The Week - Missoni 2] Clear
Summary: The first kiss between Sawyer and Juliet, the time of the Dharma.
Notes: Needless to say, the title of the fic is taken from Stand by me, right? * __ * I really wanted to write this fic, because I always had in mind this scene and I would have liked to put it down, sooner or later. \u0026lt;3
Spoiler: None
Disclaimer: Darlton's. ♥
Warning: None
The sky was clear over the island, completely free from the clouds and the moon shone almost like a second sun accompanied by the lively sparkle of the stars, so that was not to look around even need a light. Juliet lifted her face and let his gaze wander to the big clump of trees that lay beyond the houses and then followed the horizon line to the sea could see that almost breaking gently against the shore.
sighed, squeezing with both hands the cup of hot tea she had brought out and when he looked ahead of him blinked, astonished. "James," he said, as if to be sure that I saw good as he chuckled, and came close to his porch. "Sorry, I did not see it coming."
James had the last few steps that separated him from running and when she finally reached her she leaned against a pillar, looking straight in the eye with a bright smile painted on his lips. "You had your head in the clouds, blonde?"
She smiled back. "It's a bit 'difficult, since that there are no clouds tonight. "
He leaned over the porch and raised his head up, studying the sky just as she had done until a moment before. "You're right," he said. "No clouds. Then what were you thinking? "
Juliet shrugged and raised an eyebrow, glancing defiantly. "How beautiful are the nights like this, with no clouds and the moon so big."
James lowered his head to one side, arms close to his chest: "Why do you say in that tone?"
"Because I want to see if have the courage to ridermi behind. "
He looked at her for a moment and finally let out a short laugh. Juliet lifted the cup to him saying, "See?" And James put his hands up in surrender. "Sorry, sorry! To be honest, though, I laughed for that. "
Juliet brought the cup in his hands, without looking up. "Then why you laughed?"
"Because you said not to."
"funny."
"And," he continued, as if he had not even heard, "because it seems strange that you embarrass a something like this. I mean, it's a fantastic night, because to miss?
She looked at him for a moment with his eyebrows raised and then it was his turn to laugh. "Are you trying to tell me you're the type who sits at the window watching the moon?"
"Every night," he said, so serious that he nearly ran the laughing again. "Really?" He asked, amused and nodded when he moved a bit 'part, leaving more space on the steps. "Then you join me?" He asked, and James did not wait a moment to sit right next to him: "In fact, we counted," he said, while fixing the sweat pants so they will not give him trouble.
For a moment neither spoke, both too busy pretending to be interested in the sky above their heads, and then Juliet turned to look at: "You were doing that?" He asked, just to do a little 'talk and he shrugged his shoulders, staring at the sky. "No big deal."
"You were watching the moon all alone in your room and you went out looking for a little 'company?"
James laughed and finally turned his head in his direction, returning to her eyes. "Yes, Miles is not like these things, a little romantic type." Then he laughed. "Call the jokes, I come now from the control room. It seemed that a hostile had violated the truce and had entered into our perimeter, they sent me a check. "
Juliet frowned, worried. "A Hostile?"
He shook his head. "But I figured. Will was the idiot - you know? - Who had entered the wrong code, and has triggered the alarms. "
Juliet began to laugh softly, taking the cup to his lips to avoid being noticed. "Sorry, must have been a bad night."
James nodded, "You bet." He paused a moment and lifted his eyes again towards the sky, the moon and then, almost without realizing it, his eyes covered with the same route he had followed her shortly before he arrived, stopping to look at the pier on the other side of the creek that now seems to point toward him as a warning finger as if to show him or something.
Juliet watched him in silence and after a little, put a hand on his shoulder. He turned quickly, taken aback. "What?"
She gave a wry smile, returning to his tea. "You had your head in the clouds, blond?"
James hesitated a moment and then, as if he could do, "replied her smile. "It's a bit 'difficult, seeing as I've pointed out there are no clouds tonight."
"Funny," he granted, with a smile. "So what were you thinking?"
James shrugged his shoulders, but hesitated before answering, sighing. "Nothing," he said, after a while ', while his eyes were fixed on her face that she could see distinctly. Could not explain why, but that night was almost more beautiful than it was usual.
Juliet bowed his head to the side and went a bit ', to study its expression. "It's okay, James?"
He shook his head slightly. "All right," murmured Juliet and came up a little more, as if there was something about her face that she had never seen and could not fully understand. He stared long at the bottom, and then saw his eyes shining, and suddenly realized .
"Will you kiss me," she said, quiet and against every expectation he did not move, nor retired but remained exactly where it was, in his eyes.
"Not if you do not want," he replied, calm as she, her voice low and deep that he could almost get you in the blood.
"I want you to kiss me," he said, in turn, closer, and James leaned forward until their lips met halfway.
Juliet raised a hand to his face and he put his fingers through his hair, the neck and held her while his tongue slipped between her lips open. The kiss was warm and enveloping, as it may seem strange to her, it was just . It was just the way their lips met, it was right the way he held her, it was just the feeling of his skin under his fingertips, the ill-shaven beard rubbed against his chin.
When James raised his face to resume air, she looked at him a moment and then, without hesitation, got up, picking up his cup and taking his hand.
"Stay with me," she said, and he got up in turn without stopping to look at it and went into the house when he had the distinct feeling that if he ever did the right thing in his life, was the one. Juliet closed the door behind him and when he launched a last look to the sky's the last thing he saw was the glare of the moon.
Title: And the moon is the only light you see [Stand by me]
Fandom: Lost
Characters: James "Sawyer" Ford, Juliet Burke
Pairing: Sawyer / Juliet
Rating: G
Word Count: 1203 ( Fidipù )
Challenge: COW-T @
maridichallenge Prompt: [The Week - Missoni 2] Clear
Summary: The first kiss between Sawyer and Juliet, the time of the Dharma.
Notes: Needless to say, the title of the fic is taken from Stand by me, right? * __ * I really wanted to write this fic, because I always had in mind this scene and I would have liked to put it down, sooner or later. \u0026lt;3
Spoiler: None
Disclaimer: Darlton's. ♥
Warning: None
The sky was clear over the island, completely free from the clouds and the moon shone almost like a second sun accompanied by the lively sparkle of the stars, so that was not to look around even need a light. Juliet lifted her face and let his gaze wander to the big clump of trees that lay beyond the houses and then followed the horizon line to the sea could see that almost breaking gently against the shore.
sighed, squeezing with both hands the cup of hot tea she had brought out and when he looked ahead of him blinked, astonished. "James," he said, as if to be sure that I saw good as he chuckled, and came close to his porch. "Sorry, I did not see it coming."
James had the last few steps that separated him from running and when she finally reached her she leaned against a pillar, looking straight in the eye with a bright smile painted on his lips. "You had your head in the clouds, blonde?"
She smiled back. "It's a bit 'difficult, since that there are no clouds tonight. "
He leaned over the porch and raised his head up, studying the sky just as she had done until a moment before. "You're right," he said. "No clouds. Then what were you thinking? "
Juliet shrugged and raised an eyebrow, glancing defiantly. "How beautiful are the nights like this, with no clouds and the moon so big."
James lowered his head to one side, arms close to his chest: "Why do you say in that tone?"
"Because I want to see if have the courage to ridermi behind. "
He looked at her for a moment and finally let out a short laugh. Juliet lifted the cup to him saying, "See?" And James put his hands up in surrender. "Sorry, sorry! To be honest, though, I laughed for that. "
Juliet brought the cup in his hands, without looking up. "Then why you laughed?"
"Because you said not to."
"funny."
"And," he continued, as if he had not even heard, "because it seems strange that you embarrass a something like this. I mean, it's a fantastic night, because to miss?
She looked at him for a moment with his eyebrows raised and then it was his turn to laugh. "Are you trying to tell me you're the type who sits at the window watching the moon?"
"Every night," he said, so serious that he nearly ran the laughing again. "Really?" He asked, amused and nodded when he moved a bit 'part, leaving more space on the steps. "Then you join me?" He asked, and James did not wait a moment to sit right next to him: "In fact, we counted," he said, while fixing the sweat pants so they will not give him trouble.
For a moment neither spoke, both too busy pretending to be interested in the sky above their heads, and then Juliet turned to look at: "You were doing that?" He asked, just to do a little 'talk and he shrugged his shoulders, staring at the sky. "No big deal."
"You were watching the moon all alone in your room and you went out looking for a little 'company?"
James laughed and finally turned his head in his direction, returning to her eyes. "Yes, Miles is not like these things, a little romantic type." Then he laughed. "Call the jokes, I come now from the control room. It seemed that a hostile had violated the truce and had entered into our perimeter, they sent me a check. "
Juliet frowned, worried. "A Hostile?"
He shook his head. "But I figured. Will was the idiot - you know? - Who had entered the wrong code, and has triggered the alarms. "
Juliet began to laugh softly, taking the cup to his lips to avoid being noticed. "Sorry, must have been a bad night."
James nodded, "You bet." He paused a moment and lifted his eyes again towards the sky, the moon and then, almost without realizing it, his eyes covered with the same route he had followed her shortly before he arrived, stopping to look at the pier on the other side of the creek that now seems to point toward him as a warning finger as if to show him or something.
Juliet watched him in silence and after a little, put a hand on his shoulder. He turned quickly, taken aback. "What?"
She gave a wry smile, returning to his tea. "You had your head in the clouds, blond?"
James hesitated a moment and then, as if he could do, "replied her smile. "It's a bit 'difficult, seeing as I've pointed out there are no clouds tonight."
"Funny," he granted, with a smile. "So what were you thinking?"
James shrugged his shoulders, but hesitated before answering, sighing. "Nothing," he said, after a while ', while his eyes were fixed on her face that she could see distinctly. Could not explain why, but that night was almost more beautiful than it was usual.
Juliet bowed his head to the side and went a bit ', to study its expression. "It's okay, James?"
He shook his head slightly. "All right," murmured Juliet and came up a little more, as if there was something about her face that she had never seen and could not fully understand. He stared long at the bottom, and then saw his eyes shining, and suddenly realized .
"Will you kiss me," she said, quiet and against every expectation he did not move, nor retired but remained exactly where it was, in his eyes.
"Not if you do not want," he replied, calm as she, her voice low and deep that he could almost get you in the blood.
"I want you to kiss me," he said, in turn, closer, and James leaned forward until their lips met halfway.
Juliet raised a hand to his face and he put his fingers through his hair, the neck and held her while his tongue slipped between her lips open. The kiss was warm and enveloping, as it may seem strange to her, it was just . It was just the way their lips met, it was right the way he held her, it was just the feeling of his skin under his fingertips, the ill-shaven beard rubbed against his chin.
When James raised his face to resume air, she looked at him a moment and then, without hesitation, got up, picking up his cup and taking his hand.
"Stay with me," she said, and he got up in turn without stopping to look at it and went into the house when he had the distinct feeling that if he ever did the right thing in his life, was the one. Juliet closed the door behind him and when he launched a last look to the sky's the last thing he saw was the glare of the moon.
What Are Supplementary Examples
[V (2009)] Welcome to the war
Title: Welcome to the war
Fandom: V (2009)
Characters: Erica Evans
Pairing: None
Rating: PG
Word Count: 864 ( Fidipù )
Challenge : COW-T @ maridichallenge
Prompt: [The Week - Missoni 1] War
Summary: Erica's thoughts before reaching his comrades in 2x06, Siege .
Notes: * dies * No, like I swear, I never loved so much after this episode as Eric, is an extraordinary thing! * Dies a little 'spoiler * I do not want anything to those who have not seen the episode so fucking worth it, I only say that I tried to imagine what should be his thoughts and reactions after that thing that happened and before meeting Jack and the others at their base. The title is taken from the episode 5 (?) Of the first set, which is also the title. Paradoxically, it is a sentence of Erica and, given the recent developments, it seemed "suitable." ^ ^
Spoiler: 2x06, Siege
Disclaimer: FUCK THOSE OF GENES OF THOSE ENTITLED
Warning: Missing moment
When After what had seemed for hours Erica fell on the ground with his back against the kitchen wall, he realized he no longer had tears to shed. The house was quiet, dark, empty. Tyler had left hours before without looking back and there was no doubt that now you are on a ship of V, the only place where she could no longer protect him, exactly where Anna had always wanted and , for all I knew, they were already using it for their own purposes and killed with the same ease with which she raised a glass.
He ran his hand over his face and closed his eyes, terrified. What he should do now? His family was destroyed, perhaps he had not work, and the visitors were a step away from getting everything they had always wanted to be when they arrived on Earth, while humans were still convinced he had found in Anna the most precious friends and allies.
Erica breathed deeply, and leaned her head against the wall, repeating for perhaps the hundredth time since she had been stupid. He should tell the truth, Tyler. He should put his son aware of everything he knew, he had to explain who and what were the V instead of barricade himself in a silence that he had done nothing but get so close to these monsters to make him believe that she was, and not Anna, his enemy.
defend her son, defending her husband, defend his friends, all the innocents who have nothing to do. He had done nothing since the beginning of the story, convinced that the key to being able to defeat these invaders would maintain his humanity, while remaining convinced that the side of right would be able to save her world.
Poor deluded.
He realized only now that all he had done was a mere stopgap, that its actions against the V did not serve other than to delay the inevitable for a little more than a few hours. Defending was right, was human, but in the middle of a war like this was useless.
Hobbes had always been right, he thought, when the image of Ryan tied to that chair hit her like a slap, as he had always been right Cohn. Sacrificing the few for the good of all, losing a piece of land to conquer the world. Yes, it was inhuman. Yes, maybe she would feel guilty for all the innocent lives cut short, he might not have the courage to watch his son's eyes, but what would happen to everyone else? What would become of all the other innocents who would eventually have been contaminated or killed just because she was not able to make that decision? How dare the end, he looked in his face and surviving another mother told her that her son had died because she only wanted to protect their own?
sighed, running a hand through his hair, and cat to the ground without the strength to rise until it reached its phone left on a shelf. She looked at him long, as if expecting to receive a phone call from Tyler and hear him say he was sorry, that was wrong, who knew that V was evil and would have done everything possible to help her, and when he realized he would never rang you sat down again on the ground, his legs crossed.
He knew very well that no one would call, because this time she was having to make that decision. Dial the number of wide-eyed, trembling hand, and when a Hispanic-accented male voice croaked his answer on the phone she knew that the moment had arrived. After a moment, finally said to him, and heard his voice reach the phone quiet the mind clearer than it had ever had in recent months, "Fierro are Erica Evans. Send me everything you have. "
The call lasted a few seconds and hung up when he felt his body shook with a thrill so long that he was grateful to be still sitting on that floor. Against all expectations, that was neither fear nor remorse. was excited . Feel the adrenaline coursing through the blood and body as he stood up, strong and safe on his legs, finally aware what was his role in that battle from the beginning. Perhaps
Cohn had been right about that too.
on his way to the bathroom took off his jacket, the bloodstained shirt, pants, and threw himself under the icy spray of the shower with eyes and mouth wide open. He remained motionless, in silence, and raising the temperature a little if he decided that this would be enjoyed to the end, before you go running to their base and, if he found her there, they would be made aware of his decision and would asked them what they intended to do: if they had decided to stay with her, he had the best army to fight this war.
Otherwise, she would go on alone.
Title: Welcome to the war
Fandom: V (2009)
Characters: Erica Evans
Pairing: None
Rating: PG
Word Count: 864 ( Fidipù )
Challenge : COW-T @
maridichallenge Prompt: [The Week - Missoni 1] War
Summary: Erica's thoughts before reaching his comrades in 2x06, Siege .
Notes: * dies * No, like I swear, I never loved so much after this episode as Eric, is an extraordinary thing! * Dies a little 'spoiler * I do not want anything to those who have not seen the episode so fucking worth it, I only say that I tried to imagine what should be his thoughts and reactions after that thing that happened and before meeting Jack and the others at their base. The title is taken from the episode 5 (?) Of the first set, which is also the title. Paradoxically, it is a sentence of Erica and, given the recent developments, it seemed "suitable." ^ ^
Spoiler: 2x06, Siege
Disclaimer: FUCK THOSE OF GENES OF THOSE ENTITLED
Warning: Missing moment
When After what had seemed for hours Erica fell on the ground with his back against the kitchen wall, he realized he no longer had tears to shed. The house was quiet, dark, empty. Tyler had left hours before without looking back and there was no doubt that now you are on a ship of V, the only place where she could no longer protect him, exactly where Anna had always wanted and , for all I knew, they were already using it for their own purposes and killed with the same ease with which she raised a glass.
He ran his hand over his face and closed his eyes, terrified. What he should do now? His family was destroyed, perhaps he had not work, and the visitors were a step away from getting everything they had always wanted to be when they arrived on Earth, while humans were still convinced he had found in Anna the most precious friends and allies.
Erica breathed deeply, and leaned her head against the wall, repeating for perhaps the hundredth time since she had been stupid. He should tell the truth, Tyler. He should put his son aware of everything he knew, he had to explain who and what were the V instead of barricade himself in a silence that he had done nothing but get so close to these monsters to make him believe that she was, and not Anna, his enemy.
defend her son, defending her husband, defend his friends, all the innocents who have nothing to do. He had done nothing since the beginning of the story, convinced that the key to being able to defeat these invaders would maintain his humanity, while remaining convinced that the side of right would be able to save her world.
Poor deluded.
He realized only now that all he had done was a mere stopgap, that its actions against the V did not serve other than to delay the inevitable for a little more than a few hours. Defending was right, was human, but in the middle of a war like this was useless.
Hobbes had always been right, he thought, when the image of Ryan tied to that chair hit her like a slap, as he had always been right Cohn. Sacrificing the few for the good of all, losing a piece of land to conquer the world. Yes, it was inhuman. Yes, maybe she would feel guilty for all the innocent lives cut short, he might not have the courage to watch his son's eyes, but what would happen to everyone else? What would become of all the other innocents who would eventually have been contaminated or killed just because she was not able to make that decision? How dare the end, he looked in his face and surviving another mother told her that her son had died because she only wanted to protect their own?
sighed, running a hand through his hair, and cat to the ground without the strength to rise until it reached its phone left on a shelf. She looked at him long, as if expecting to receive a phone call from Tyler and hear him say he was sorry, that was wrong, who knew that V was evil and would have done everything possible to help her, and when he realized he would never rang you sat down again on the ground, his legs crossed.
He knew very well that no one would call, because this time she was having to make that decision. Dial the number of wide-eyed, trembling hand, and when a Hispanic-accented male voice croaked his answer on the phone she knew that the moment had arrived. After a moment, finally said to him, and heard his voice reach the phone quiet the mind clearer than it had ever had in recent months, "Fierro are Erica Evans. Send me everything you have. "
The call lasted a few seconds and hung up when he felt his body shook with a thrill so long that he was grateful to be still sitting on that floor. Against all expectations, that was neither fear nor remorse. was excited . Feel the adrenaline coursing through the blood and body as he stood up, strong and safe on his legs, finally aware what was his role in that battle from the beginning. Perhaps
Cohn had been right about that too.
on his way to the bathroom took off his jacket, the bloodstained shirt, pants, and threw himself under the icy spray of the shower with eyes and mouth wide open. He remained motionless, in silence, and raising the temperature a little if he decided that this would be enjoyed to the end, before you go running to their base and, if he found her there, they would be made aware of his decision and would asked them what they intended to do: if they had decided to stay with her, he had the best army to fight this war.
Otherwise, she would go on alone.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Can Olive Oil Burn Horses Skin
[Fullmetal Alchemist] Not only an Alchemist - a soldier
Title: Not only an Alchemist - a soldier
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Roy Mustang
Pairing: None
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1094 ( Fidipù )
Challenge: COW-T @ maridichallenge
Prompt: [The Week - Missoni 1] War
Summary: live, right to miracle. Saved by the same symbol that just before he picked up with pride, the symbol that would demonstrate to the world that he had offered his Alchemy Army for the good of his country - its people , the same people who every day saw writhe and burn in the flames that had worked so so, so much that he desired.
"What bullshit."
Notes: Set in tent scene OVI 4 of the Brotherhood after Heiss Cliff or as we call Roy shoots. Comnuque, I knew the time would come when Endless Waltz would have penetrated to the other fandom. It was only a matter of time. u_u (Who does not know Gundam Wing * spits * does not understand the quote MANIFEST ET unworthy of the final but insommaeccouffa. ;__;) Was a party, but I could not write about Ishbar. Should I plant them to try to write introspection, it is clear that I am not able ... XD
Spoiler: FMAB OVA 4
Disclaimer: Cow-san no. ♥
Warning: Angst, Introspective
Blind. Silence. In the ears, only the echo of the deafening roar of the shot and the memory of a voice all too well known that rises to the heavens, beyond the barriers of forgetfulness and screaming his name, once, twice - but come to think Perhaps if it was just imagined, that, because it was too far, too insubstantial, too light. Too want to be real.
not raise his head, because the hood came down over his forehead to cover his eyes really seems too heavy, and remains perfectly still, her arms dropped to his knees gathered chest, feet firmly planted on clay because, you know , nothing's enough for a slide back into oblivion. And anyway, does not need to raise his head, to know what surrounds him - the walls of a dark and oppressive military tent, crates of weapons thrown together on the floor and left on the table as if it were any junk, its silver clock, the clock of MA State of which the center was broken because Instead of that bullet that was intended for his heart. If
remain a bit of strength in the chest, a little will to live, you probably would laugh. He never puts his watch in his pocket: it usually attaches to a belt and sticks it in his trouser pockets, because that is easier to find, it's more comfortable. I honestly do not even know how it is done, the jacket - maybe they caught by surprise, that morning, perhaps attracted to the attentive when he was not yet ready, perhaps in the rush to take out of the tent and jump on the field of battle has left them where they would slip the watch, right there, above his heart.
and I do not know, come to think, do not care. What I know is that he is still alive, if only for one more day, quite alive to be able to get up on his legs and as soon as the sun had risen, out again through the rubble and dust to kill men and women who, After all, they had only the fault of being born in the wrong place in the country.
Live, naturally, by a miracle. Saved by the same symbol that just before he picked up with pride, a symbol that would demonstrate to the world that he had offered his Alchemy Army for the good of his country - its people , the same people every day that saw squirm and burn in the flames for which had worked so hard, so much that he desired.
"What bullshit."
It's a waste to teach someone who dishonor with his own hands by becoming a dog also the only Army basic rules of that art.
grits his teeth and stiffens his jaw, just for a moment, when the words of its master echo between the tent and his ears, peremptory as if spoken by someone who was right there beside him. Now really understood all the way as he had reason to want to deter from taking that road, from the beginning.
"But it is not right."
No, it was not. But on the other hand, knows that it is not only an alchemist in his country - is a soldier, a soldier who put their lives and their talents to serve the nation, the same nation that now has every right to expect him to fight a senseless war and kill so only because he had been ordered to do.
tightens the eyelids, even more, and mouth, and squirts a gush of bile along the esophagus, making it tremble and shiver in disgust. There must be something you can do. It is possible that all the hopes nurtured and cultivated, and that led him to that point they are intended to entangle him in the cul-de-sac, on that hole burning in Hell da cui sembra impossibile risalire per cercare il sole.
Una risposta.
Solleva un pochino la testa, quando sente le porte della tenda frusciare e il suo cuore si tende in uno spasmo quando la voce di Hughes – una voce vera, questa volta, non frutto dei suoi ricordi o di una fantasia che galleggia imperturbabile nel buio della sua mente – raggiunge le sue orecchie.
Una risposta, si ripete nella mente, mentre l'altro uomo gli comunica i suoi ordini, mentre lui gli risponde meccanicamente frasi senza senso, solo perché deve essere sicuro di poter ancora usare la sua voce.
Né quest'uniforme che indosso, né quell'orologio che porto sono in grado di dirmi perché I'm doing.
Hughes screaming, throwing all his frustrations directly in the face, and his words seem to dig a hole directly in his chest, tearing the skin, meat, and down more and more, in depth, up to his heart, until to his soul. Roy looks away and goes back into hiding under the hood, trope tired to talk, too tired even to look into his eyes.
Give me an answer, Hughes. Tell me what's the fight for something where I can not believe.
Hughes gets up, turns his back, and this time the weight of her silence is worth many times more than the sound of his voice. Time. He needs only a little 'time. "We can wait thirty seconds? "His words
wander in the rarefied air for a long time before Hughes's answer. "Thirty seconds, then."
Roy leans his forehead against his hands folded, waiting. He feels the time is running on his skin, slow as a snail crawl, and the latter as they are concentrated in his hands its resolution grows, takes shape and comes back to fill her heart up to a moment before almost could no longer feel in my chest.
me just a word.
"Thirty seconds." Hughes's voice is strong, confident, peremptory when, after a wait that had seemed endless recalls it this way in the world that is more sucks. "Arise, Alchemist of Fire. Time to go. "
Roy raises her eyes, face, and then gets up, balance on the legs as he had not heard from when the massacre began, and though inwardly know that this war is completely devoid of sense, in some way is now ready to face it head on. My
just your word, and I'll be able to fight again.
Title: Not only an Alchemist - a soldier
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Roy Mustang
Pairing: None
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1094 ( Fidipù )
Challenge: COW-T @
maridichallenge Prompt: [The Week - Missoni 1] War
Summary: live, right to miracle. Saved by the same symbol that just before he picked up with pride, the symbol that would demonstrate to the world that he had offered his Alchemy Army for the good of his country - its people , the same people who every day saw writhe and burn in the flames that had worked so so, so much that he desired.
"What bullshit."
Notes: Set in tent scene OVI 4 of the Brotherhood after Heiss Cliff or as we call Roy shoots. Comnuque, I knew the time would come when Endless Waltz would have penetrated to the other fandom. It was only a matter of time. u_u (Who does not know Gundam Wing * spits * does not understand the quote MANIFEST ET unworthy of the final but insommaeccouffa. ;__;) Was a party, but I could not write about Ishbar. Should I plant them to try to write introspection, it is clear that I am not able ... XD
Spoiler: FMAB OVA 4
Disclaimer: Cow-san no. ♥
Warning: Angst, Introspective
Blind. Silence. In the ears, only the echo of the deafening roar of the shot and the memory of a voice all too well known that rises to the heavens, beyond the barriers of forgetfulness and screaming his name, once, twice - but come to think Perhaps if it was just imagined, that, because it was too far, too insubstantial, too light. Too want to be real.
not raise his head, because the hood came down over his forehead to cover his eyes really seems too heavy, and remains perfectly still, her arms dropped to his knees gathered chest, feet firmly planted on clay because, you know , nothing's enough for a slide back into oblivion. And anyway, does not need to raise his head, to know what surrounds him - the walls of a dark and oppressive military tent, crates of weapons thrown together on the floor and left on the table as if it were any junk, its silver clock, the clock of MA State of which the center was broken because Instead of that bullet that was intended for his heart. If
remain a bit of strength in the chest, a little will to live, you probably would laugh. He never puts his watch in his pocket: it usually attaches to a belt and sticks it in his trouser pockets, because that is easier to find, it's more comfortable. I honestly do not even know how it is done, the jacket - maybe they caught by surprise, that morning, perhaps attracted to the attentive when he was not yet ready, perhaps in the rush to take out of the tent and jump on the field of battle has left them where they would slip the watch, right there, above his heart.
and I do not know, come to think, do not care. What I know is that he is still alive, if only for one more day, quite alive to be able to get up on his legs and as soon as the sun had risen, out again through the rubble and dust to kill men and women who, After all, they had only the fault of being born in the wrong place in the country.
Live, naturally, by a miracle. Saved by the same symbol that just before he picked up with pride, a symbol that would demonstrate to the world that he had offered his Alchemy Army for the good of his country - its people , the same people every day that saw squirm and burn in the flames for which had worked so hard, so much that he desired.
"What bullshit."
It's a waste to teach someone who dishonor with his own hands by becoming a dog also the only Army basic rules of that art.
grits his teeth and stiffens his jaw, just for a moment, when the words of its master echo between the tent and his ears, peremptory as if spoken by someone who was right there beside him. Now really understood all the way as he had reason to want to deter from taking that road, from the beginning.
"But it is not right."
No, it was not. But on the other hand, knows that it is not only an alchemist in his country - is a soldier, a soldier who put their lives and their talents to serve the nation, the same nation that now has every right to expect him to fight a senseless war and kill so only because he had been ordered to do.
tightens the eyelids, even more, and mouth, and squirts a gush of bile along the esophagus, making it tremble and shiver in disgust. There must be something you can do. It is possible that all the hopes nurtured and cultivated, and that led him to that point they are intended to entangle him in the cul-de-sac, on that hole burning in Hell da cui sembra impossibile risalire per cercare il sole.
Una risposta.
Solleva un pochino la testa, quando sente le porte della tenda frusciare e il suo cuore si tende in uno spasmo quando la voce di Hughes – una voce vera, questa volta, non frutto dei suoi ricordi o di una fantasia che galleggia imperturbabile nel buio della sua mente – raggiunge le sue orecchie.
Una risposta, si ripete nella mente, mentre l'altro uomo gli comunica i suoi ordini, mentre lui gli risponde meccanicamente frasi senza senso, solo perché deve essere sicuro di poter ancora usare la sua voce.
Né quest'uniforme che indosso, né quell'orologio che porto sono in grado di dirmi perché I'm doing.
Hughes screaming, throwing all his frustrations directly in the face, and his words seem to dig a hole directly in his chest, tearing the skin, meat, and down more and more, in depth, up to his heart, until to his soul. Roy looks away and goes back into hiding under the hood, trope tired to talk, too tired even to look into his eyes.
Give me an answer, Hughes. Tell me what's the fight for something where I can not believe.
Hughes gets up, turns his back, and this time the weight of her silence is worth many times more than the sound of his voice. Time. He needs only a little 'time. "We can wait thirty seconds? "His words
wander in the rarefied air for a long time before Hughes's answer. "Thirty seconds, then."
Roy leans his forehead against his hands folded, waiting. He feels the time is running on his skin, slow as a snail crawl, and the latter as they are concentrated in his hands its resolution grows, takes shape and comes back to fill her heart up to a moment before almost could no longer feel in my chest.
me just a word.
"Thirty seconds." Hughes's voice is strong, confident, peremptory when, after a wait that had seemed endless recalls it this way in the world that is more sucks. "Arise, Alchemist of Fire. Time to go. "
Roy raises her eyes, face, and then gets up, balance on the legs as he had not heard from when the massacre began, and though inwardly know that this war is completely devoid of sense, in some way is now ready to face it head on. My
just your word, and I'll be able to fight again.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Watch Episodes Of Los Hombres De Paco
[Damages] Getting her peace
Title: Getting her peace
Fandom: Damages
Characters: Patty Hewes
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Word Count: 262 ( Fidipù )
Challenge: COW-T @ maridichallenge
Prompt: [The Week - Missoni 2] Clear
Summary: For the first time in months, finally feels at peace.
Note: This has every right to the twin brother of her Getting revenge (also the word count is equal and, I SWEAR, I have not done it on purpose °__°). Like the other was set at the end of the first season, this is set after the end of the second. I liked writing about Patty, very rather than on the pain in the ass, and have no idea how it is that it has taken me so long to make me come up with this flash. XD Okay, 'what can we say? Go look Damage ... oops, no. XD Read. \u0026lt;3
Spoiler: 2x13, Trust me
Disclaimer: to those entitled, at the moment I have no idea who they are. XD
Warning: None
The sea is calm, clear blue skies speckled here and there with light clouds and wind that has just raised caresses her face, making little fluttering the hem of her sweater and that has made the scarf around her neck. He hears the creaking leather of his gloves quando stringe con più forza le dita attorno alle braccia e lascia che il suo sguardo nascosto dalle lenti scure degli occhiali vaghi sul paesaggio, dalla spiaggia che ora si trova alle sue spalle fino alla linea dell'orizzonte, laggiù, in lontananza e, dopo un lungo momento, sospira.
Per la prima volta dopo mesi, finalmente si sente in pace.
È una sensazione strana, per lei, quasi irreale, ma da quando è uscita da quella stanza d'albergo, settimane prima, le sembra quasi di essersi lasciata indietro una parte di sé – quella più pesante, più sporca, la parte della sua anima che le impediva di dormire la notte e respirare, e che ora sembra quasi evaporate attraverso quella ferita che solo da poco ha began to close.
She turns, slowly, and back towards the house, following the wet sand and clotted in the footsteps that Tom has left only a few minutes before, and when crossing the huge porch that overlooks the beach can not prevent a smile almost sincere reflects on his lips drawn and pale.
As he told Tom, Ellen will return and when they will regain the state with him will finally open a new chapter in his life. And this time, make sure not to commit the same mistakes more.
Title: Getting her peace
Fandom: Damages
Characters: Patty Hewes
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Word Count: 262 ( Fidipù )
Challenge: COW-T @
maridichallenge Prompt: [The Week - Missoni 2] Clear
Summary: For the first time in months, finally feels at peace.
Note: This has every right to the twin brother of her Getting revenge (also the word count is equal and, I SWEAR, I have not done it on purpose °__°). Like the other was set at the end of the first season, this is set after the end of the second. I liked writing about Patty, very rather than on the pain in the ass, and have no idea how it is that it has taken me so long to make me come up with this flash. XD Okay, 'what can we say? Go look Damage ... oops, no. XD Read. \u0026lt;3
Spoiler: 2x13, Trust me
Disclaimer: to those entitled, at the moment I have no idea who they are. XD
Warning: None
The sea is calm, clear blue skies speckled here and there with light clouds and wind that has just raised caresses her face, making little fluttering the hem of her sweater and that has made the scarf around her neck. He hears the creaking leather of his gloves quando stringe con più forza le dita attorno alle braccia e lascia che il suo sguardo nascosto dalle lenti scure degli occhiali vaghi sul paesaggio, dalla spiaggia che ora si trova alle sue spalle fino alla linea dell'orizzonte, laggiù, in lontananza e, dopo un lungo momento, sospira.
Per la prima volta dopo mesi, finalmente si sente in pace.
È una sensazione strana, per lei, quasi irreale, ma da quando è uscita da quella stanza d'albergo, settimane prima, le sembra quasi di essersi lasciata indietro una parte di sé – quella più pesante, più sporca, la parte della sua anima che le impediva di dormire la notte e respirare, e che ora sembra quasi evaporate attraverso quella ferita che solo da poco ha began to close.
She turns, slowly, and back towards the house, following the wet sand and clotted in the footsteps that Tom has left only a few minutes before, and when crossing the huge porch that overlooks the beach can not prevent a smile almost sincere reflects on his lips drawn and pale.
As he told Tom, Ellen will return and when they will regain the state with him will finally open a new chapter in his life. And this time, make sure not to commit the same mistakes more.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
How Do Men Get Diverticulitis
[Gundam Wing] The idiot who came to change the future
Title: The idiot who came to change the future
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Characters: Heero Yuy , Odin Lowe
Pairing: None
Rating: PG
Word Count: 4504 ( Fidipù )
Challenge: COW-T @ maridichallenge
Prompt: [The Week - Missoni 1] War
Summary: The first hypothetical encounter between Odin and Heero.
Notes: So. XD Aside from the extreme tiredness that I long so some things are not physically able to write, I'm pretty pleased with the outcome. Obviously this stuff is not remotely comparable to the standard episode Zero * * bows down in worship, but it is not too bad, come on. Heero's past I would not say anything more precise because I had ideas I wanted to keep an aura of mystery. The title is taken from Manga, specifically from the words of Odin: "You never know where and when any idiot could come to change the future" (The Idiot, you know, is the same who killed Odin Yuy ^ ^). That said, know that I'm exhausted. XD (UNDER THE KNIGHTS! \\ O /)
Spoiler: Episode ZERO, AC 188
Disclaimer: Sunrise
Warning: None
The murderess is already on the roof, waiting. Hidden behind the crosshairs of his rifle, his eyes wandering slowly across the stage, until the face of his goal does not appear clearly in the center of the cross - a grim omen for the end of a man took to the streets only to bring a message peace.
wait a second, perhaps because the wind is not completely in favor of or perhaps because he feels that the man's eyes are looking directly into the barrel of his rifle, proud and aware that, although this is its end, we will still be someone willing to fight for what they believe him. The murderess
biting the inside of the cheek and when he shoots the shot comes to his ears like an annoyed snort, quickly gets up and walks away, without stopping to look at his victim just before his death falls to the ground, dying, and all that is left behind is only the dark shadow of his hat - and the bullet that from that moment on, will forever change the destiny of the world.
That afternoon it rained. Odin Lowe stuck his hands in his pockets and lowered his head, hiding his eyes under the brim of his cap as he tried to walk close to the wall as possible, to avoid being hit at all by the roar of water falling from the sky. This morning he had heard the forecast on the radio who was in his hotel room, but when he left, he had not taken care not to carry an umbrella, much less get one when he started to rain, after all, did not make much sense to worry about then for a few drops of water, especially on a colony where even the weather conditions were subject to human needs.
smiled at that thought, wondering what on earth could people do with it rain, when the irrigation of fields and trees were completely independent and automated, and at that precise moment a car rush past, spraying against him and other three people who were at that point of the sidewalk an annoying water jet. A woman began to curse and Odin passed his hand under the peak, wiping her eyes before turning in the direction that the car was gone, extending our gaze to the tall building that soared across the street, and now, in all that rain, it seemed almost an old brick water-soaked, now to throw.
breathed deeply and turned away again, shrugging. All in all, this had been a simple job, clean, and despite internal security was well organized, there was not much wanted to sneak into the building and reach the fifteenth floor where he was the office of his goal - and if he thought about it could still see the look of fear and horror that he had given him before he pressed the trigger, along with prayers and flattery typical of powerful men who were seen tearing from a nobody any the only thing I could never steal or buy back. He felt an annoying flicker at the bottom of the back and, following the folds of the road, turned left, in a narrow street that did not know. In all honesty, that work had not liked at all and, if he could, he would have much left to lose fat and would leave as he came, with his pistol in the side well hidden, as if nothing had happened but the customer had paid well, and in cash, and given its current financial condition, knew had no right to do so picky.
crouched under a porch and shook her shoulders to slip away a bit 'of water from the jacket and, as usual, slipped a hand from his pocket, bringing the eyes a little note written in tiny handwriting and scratchy, as if it had been scribbled quickly, before leaving home. Quickly memorized the contents of the ticket and, having played and thrown into a puddle beside the sidewalk, walked again, just by lifting the visor from time to time to study the names of shops and premises, until they arrived a bar slightly recessed between two buildings completely anonymous.
When he entered, a couple of bells began to ring and he looked away, gently, before closing the door. The room was small, modest, dignified but friendly and he looked around, carefully studying all of the few customers in a handful of tables, before approaching the counter. There was a couple of kids in the corner, an old man with a newspaper sitting on one of the stools, and right next to the window, what at first glance had seemed a family of three persons, father and mother a child who has had four years on lazily sucking through a straw, as if for some reason forced to drink his juice reluctantly.
Odin stared at length with knitted brows, studying the features of his face contracts that did not even know why he had something of an attractive and disturbing, as if he were in front of a big lion closed in a cage, but, nevertheless, continued to have light in the eyes of the predator.
shook his head and took off his hat, running a hand through his damp hair and ordered a whiskey on the rocks to the man behind the counter. He took the glass between his fingers and swung in the air for a moment, before you sip a drink.
"Anything but" not found ", I think no one is moving to find those responsible, this is the truth."
Odin raised his head and turned to the side, to the man sitting with a newspaper a few stools away. "What?"
The man appeared from behind the thick typewritten pages as if they were the scenes of a theater and a vice Odin felt the pit of my stomach when he saw his eyes so full of anger and sadness that could have burst at moment. The wrinkled face twitched in a grimace and the old man put down the newspaper on the counter, showing an article that filled two full pages, full of black and white photos of people who were certain to have seen you somewhere, perhaps only in passing .
"The Family Peacecraft, you remember? They died two years ago today, and yet it was not found liable. "
Odin stared at the paper as if they saw him and nodded. "Yes, I heard about it," he said, his throat dry, while some vague memory was beginning to make his way in his mind. Peacecraft. They had to be the rulers of some small European country, or something like that.
"I was Sancho. I was, I say, "continued the old, wild-eyed gaze fixed on the picture that showed a bearded man solemn air," because now Sanc no longer exists. I was at my house when they were killed. I heard the news on the radio the next day, we believed? "Odin
blinked and finally focused the paper, pausing to consider what should be a family portrait in which they appeared to two children, one about six years and a baby - a tiny, correct, read the caption under the photo - who have had one or two yes and no . For what seemed to understand, no one knew where they were finished.
"I say, but it seems a reasonable thing?" Replied the old man, reaching out to a bony half-empty glass of bourbon that he seemed to have been filled several times already. "They were not bad people, mica, certain that they were not. He says even the name, what they did. "Took a long swig and then handed the empty glass to the bartender, because fill him. "They were pacifists, peace with controfiocchi. And have them killed because they wanted peace between the Earth and the Colonies, but I say, in your opinion what is the point? "
Odin looked down and drank his whiskey in turn, to buy time. "It is absurd to me," she said, cautiously, in spite of himself was aware that the man had every reason in the world. The old man closed the newspaper
shooting near riportandoselo. "The world is going crazy, young man. The world, I say, including the Colonies, after all we are all human, no? Going crazy. Now people talk of peace is murdered and those who foment war become leaders and heads of state. " He paused for a moment and Odin could not help but look away, as he felt a wave of fear and shame to hit a straight punch to the stomach. The old man shook his head, putting the newspaper under his arm and stood up, completely oblivious of his bourbon. "Let me give you some advice," he said, picking up her umbrella. "If you go away, as soon as possible. Go, I say, away completely. Disappears. Because heaven knows this because I would not be here when the world falls apart and boys like her, or even as small Peacecraft will spit blood to fight a war of choice by someone who is no longer able to understand where is the boundary between what makes us or machines. "
Odin opened his mouth to reply but the old man turned his back and, after paying, he went away, disappearing behind the bell of the door and walks along the edge of the road under his old off-colored umbrella, just like a ghost. Odin stared at the door for a long time, blinking and, moments later, he sensed the presence of another man who was coming, sitting on the stool instead of the old. "There are strange people around, eh?"
Odin spun around, caught off guard and raised his eyebrows when he identified both the newcomer as the guy who had seen earlier sitting at a table with a woman and her child. He shifted his gaze to a time when other family members and felt shaking from the bone when he realized that the baby had stopped drinking the juice, and now was staring at him, straight in his eyes. "Yeah," he murmured, unable to look away. "Really weird."
The man smiled and walked a little, leaning on the counter with her elbow. "You know what? To me that old has exaggerated this, "he joked, raising his glass between his fingers full of bourbon, before handing it over to the bartender.
Odin smiled, turning to look in his direction. "At that age would be best not to overdo it."
"I agree," said, chuckling. For a moment neither spoke, and Odin realized absently that the two boys went out on the sly, leaving only customers at the bar. He frowned and sighed, holding up the other man his glass of whiskey. 'However, sometimes a shot is the only thing that picks you up in the bad days. "
The man next to him raised his eyebrows and his eyes appeared for a second a flash of awareness. "That, and good news," he answered, mechanically, stretching a hand toward him to shake his. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr ...?"
"Lowe. Odin. And you? "He asked, pretending to be friendly, as he slipped the note into his pocket that he had just passed and had to be imagined that the information he needed to pick up the rest of the money.
"Smith. Jhon, "he said, jokingly, and Odin gave him a smile. A false name, of course. He would not have expected anything different.
"And tell me, that is his family, Mr. Smith?"
The man seemed to suddenly freeze in place and turned, slowly, following the line of sight of Odin to the table where the woman and her child were sitting , one in front of each other. He swallowed. "No. Be ', that's my girlfriend, but the child is a son of my brother. Lets us know every now and then, he and his wife are busy people. "
Odin raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips into a hard line, but said nothing to argue with the touch of his client was not a wise move and, after all, these were not business her. He looked at the child, the colored T-shirt, sneakers sticking out from under the table and sighed. It was unlikely that they had kidnapped, or they would not have brought about in that way, but could not bet your son had no brother, just had another kind of human being. One more special.
"What is it called? Asked, point blank, unable to restrain himself.
The man cocked his head. "I excuse me? "
" His nephew, "she said, displaying a friendly smile. "What's his name?"
"My ... oh, yes, of course. His name is Jim. "
Odin nodded. That guy was the worst liar ever to appear on the face of the Universe. "Cute. James is going to? "
" Yeah, "he said, turning his head back and swallowed hard, standing up. 'Well, it was nice to meet you, I gotta go. "Odin stood up, but he was faster and after a quick nod toward the woman, paid and went away, disappearing down the road as it did the old man before them.
Odin sat down again, panting, and grabbed his half-empty whiskey in anger, flipping occasionally glances out the door, as if to see them reappear at any moment.
"This is not just his day, eh?" Odin
lazily lifted his head towards the bartender, jaw contracted. "What?"
"Before the old man, now this guy," he smiled, clutching his back. "It seems that all the crazies have to meet her." Odin
sighed and emptied his glass, then beating it with more force than necessary on the counter. "Yeah. My usual luck. "
" I want another? "He asked, pointing to the last drop of whiskey that climbed on the glass. "On the house."
Odin looked at him a moment without saying anything and eventually nodded. "Yes. Thank you. "
*
[Eight weeks later]
The sound of rain against the windows closed the window was starting to really get on his nerves. He cast a quick glance at the curtains and then approached the door of the room, wondering for the hundredth time how long it would take to slip out and disappear and, above all, how could evade the unbearable nurse should be able to read his mind, as the campaign was able to block each of the six times during the day and a half in which he was confined in hospital, he tried to escape.
That damn the rain was really driving me crazy . Pulled back the sheets with a rough gesture angrily and sat up with difficulty, then bringing his hand to his shoulder is still sore. He snorted. He was pretty sure that the police had to shoot the story that drinking had been a thief who had entered his apartment, but he could not risk that, by making further checks, discovered his true identity and, above all, ' arsenal kept well hidden in the suitcase at the bottom of the cabinet - not to mention, of course, the killings that he had just committed, and that had cost him the hole in the shoulder.
He slid his legs off the bed and got up, groping her slippers on the floor and stretched out his hand to his trousers stuck to that effort, and shoved and pulled up without using his arm still sore and when he was dressed more or less decently came out in the hallway, the low profile and watchful eyes.
checked that no one passed by, and walked calmly, trying to pass himself off as a simple patient who took a walk and not one that tried to check his escape. He walked down the hallway in silence, as when responding to the waving of the other patients and slipped into the waiting room, given the time, was half empty. Spotted a couple of little women who gossiped and two boys from the pale faces and then, with quiet steps, approached a vending machine, stopping to study the products wrapped up in his choice fell not on a chocolate snack.
It drove into his pocket and counted the few coins that were left, before beginning to slip into the gap close, and the chocolate fell with a thud and slight Odin picked it up, clenching his teeth as a dense crossed his arms. He tried to open the bag with his teeth and, when he turned to start to study the possible exits that could exploit for his flight, his eyes fell upon a little figure minute who was sitting upright in a chair and, upon entering, he had not noticed.
He blinked a few times and froze, stopping to study all the details that could identify in his figure. The clothes were different, their hair thick and dark a little shorter, but would never be able to confuse the features of the face and eye shape with no one else in the world.
"Lord, you feel good?"
He shook himself and turned his head to one side, meeting the gaze vaguely worried that a nurse had approached him without him noticing. He blinked. No, it was not any nurse. THAT was ' nurse. Damn. "I'm not running away," he snapped, on the defensive, making it immediately as it sounded exactly like a confession, and she smiled.
"I know," he said, confident. "I just wanted to know how you feel today, because it is terribly pale, sir." She had never ever called by name, and suddenly saw no reason in particular.
shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "No, I'm fine, just ... 'eyed baby. "That kid," he said, his voice trembling slightly. The woman followed the line of his gaze and frowned, before returning to fix him. "Yes?"
"I know him." She looked at him in silence, without comment, and he sighed. "I mean I know his uncle. For work, "specific, lowering her face to her eyes. "I've met in a bar a few weeks ago, we discussed business." He paused, before adding details too inaccurate or too complex revealed that he was hiding something. "You know what happened to him?"
The nurse gave another quick look at the child as if he did not know whether he should or not talking, and finally sighed, shaking his head: "There was a another attack last night, a building of the Alliance. We found the baby with a man and a woman. She did not have it done, whereas the man is under the knife, and maybe he would manage. "He looked at Odin and he felt that his eyes had become suddenly larger and more polished. "The child is not injured, miraculously, but has not said a word since he arrived. We believe it is in shock, or something like that and we can not contact his relatives. "He hesitated for a moment:" She has no case for an address or phone number? "
Odin opened his lips to speak a few times and then shook his head. "I'm sorry. I met him only a couple of times and I never got her number. "
Nurse bent his lips into a grin and nodded. "I understand, it's okay. Now excuse me, but I must go. Try not to miss this evening and bring her the news about the gentleman, if there will be few. "
He gave a quick nod. "Thank you."
The nurse walked away without another word and he looked back at the child continued to sit straight and erect in the chair, in perfect silence. He approached slowly, as if to give him the opportunity to leave if he had not wanted to talk to him, but he stood still and Odin sank beside his chair, his legs stretched out on the floor.
"Hello, Jim," he he said, looking at the corner of my eye. Then she smiled. "But I guess you do not call Jim at all, right?"
The child did not answer and continued staring at the blank in front of him as if he even existed. Odin breathed deeply. "I understand, you're not a big talker, huh? At the bottom is good, "he said, absently rubbing the sore shoulder," because I'm the one who talks a lot, so I think we are well matched. "She stared at him, looking for a reaction, but even this time the child showed signs of I heard it.
Odin stood silent for a moment, as if looking for the next move, and his eyes fell again on his features contract, the eyes large and bright, despite at first glance looks empty and lifeless, actually squirted a bright light, able to capture the smallest detail that passed under his eyes. Odin shook his head. "It's not just the attack, is not it? There's more underneath, "she said, softly and, for the first time, saw blink twice, quickly. It was not much, but at least it was a reaction. "That" John Smith "is not your uncle, right?"
The child blinked again and then slowly shook his head from side to side, so quietly that if Odin had taken his eyes for a second no one would notice. "I thought so. You have been kidnapped or something? "Yet another subtle
not.
"Someone forces you to stay with them?"
No reaction. Then another no. Odin
snorted and threw his head back for a moment, eyes shut. He knew, rationally, the best option would be to get up there and go to check out as he had planned from the beginning, but it was so used to making decisions according to his own heart that if he did not this time , was certain that he would regret for the rest of his life. No, felt he had to stay. Somehow - even though he knew even explain what kind of feeling was that - knew that the child was related to all the trouble he had done in his life and, perhaps, if he had insisted on a bit 'with him, it even managed to make amends. "And what about your family, the real one?" Asked finally, turning to look at him with a renewed interest in his eyes.
For a moment the child did not respond and then shook his head again.
'Are they dead? Do not know where I am? "
" There's a war. "Odin
unnecessarily opened my lips and stood for a second to fix it with my mouth open, eyes wide. Honestly, I did not even know what had taken him, perhaps did not imagine that the boy would have really spoken, or maybe it was His voice was so clear and innocent mixed with the distressing reality of those words sounded wrong almost unreal. "Yes," he finally said, his voice choked. "There's a war."
The boy nodded, starting to dangle their legs under the chair, one by one, as if they were accompanied by music that he could not hear. Odin stood looking at him, as if waiting to hear him speak again and when he realized that he would not shoot with his questions: "Can you tell me what's your name?"
The child remained motionless for a moment and then shrugged shoulders. "No."
"Why, it's a secret?"
"Why did not I do. "
Odin stared at him dumbfounded and blinked, unable to find something to say. "So how do you call that guy?"
"Jim."
Odin shook his head and, despite himself, he could not help laughing. "Then you see that you've got a name?"
The child shook his head. "This is not my name," he said, stubborn and, to his surprise, he turned to look him straight in the eyes, hands clasped in her lap and legs of new buildings, as if in a moment he had been able to conquer his full attention.
"Do you understand the difference?" He asked with that tone so typical innocent children who believe they understand the world and that is why, perhaps, have really understood.
Odin said nothing for a long time. "Yes," replied the end and, despite everything, I think I really understood. Jim was not his name, was just the way that man called him. Perhaps a name was something bigger, more intimate. A word to describe his soul. My name describes my soul?
She looked at him with a new awareness in his eyes and nodded, this time convinced. "Yes, I understand." Then he sighed when inexplicably reappeared under the gaze of the face of that old weird that he had met at that bar, the same day that had seen him the first time. I would not be here when the world falls to pieces, and youngsters like her or even how small Peacecraft will spit blood to fight a war of choice by someone who is no longer able to understand where is the line between what makes us men or machines. "Who knows? Maybe this war will just give you a name, you can never tell. "
The child did not answer him and Odin nodded, raising a hand and rests on the head. "I like you, you know? Let's do this, "she said, leaning toward him enough to be heard even when whispered. "I do work a bit 'strange and why should I cut the cord as soon as possible, you understand me, right?" The winked. "It is not my habit to take over the kids, but if you promise me that you're a smart guy and he learns quickly, can also make an exception to the rule and take you with me. Would you like the idea? "
The child looked at him for a moment without saying anything and then looked away, pointing towards the corridor leading to his unit where he was probably the man also was hospitalized. She saw his lips tighten and his fists, and after a few minutes that seemed endless, we turned back in his direction with a different light in his eyes, more vivid, more brilliant. Almost alive. "Okay," she said, bluntly. "When we go?"
the Odin stunned and stared, not saying anything, began to laugh. He saw the boy staring at him with angry eyes and shook her head, uncombed even more than the shapeless mass of her hair. "Even tonight, if you want," she said, and felt distinctly his heart skipped a beat, a sign that, although this was the dumbest decision he'd ever taken in his life, was the right choice.
would have been really interesting to see how a decision like that idiot to raise a child like that would ultimately affect the flow of events. And he would be lost if not for anything in the world.
Title: The idiot who came to change the future
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Characters: Heero Yuy , Odin Lowe
Pairing: None
Rating: PG
Word Count: 4504 ( Fidipù )
Challenge: COW-T @
maridichallenge Prompt: [The Week - Missoni 1] War
Summary: The first hypothetical encounter between Odin and Heero.
Notes: So. XD Aside from the extreme tiredness that I long so some things are not physically able to write, I'm pretty pleased with the outcome. Obviously this stuff is not remotely comparable to the standard episode Zero * * bows down in worship, but it is not too bad, come on. Heero's past I would not say anything more precise because
Spoiler: Episode ZERO, AC 188
Disclaimer: Sunrise
Warning: None
The murderess is already on the roof, waiting. Hidden behind the crosshairs of his rifle, his eyes wandering slowly across the stage, until the face of his goal does not appear clearly in the center of the cross - a grim omen for the end of a man took to the streets only to bring a message peace.
wait a second, perhaps because the wind is not completely in favor of or perhaps because he feels that the man's eyes are looking directly into the barrel of his rifle, proud and aware that, although this is its end, we will still be someone willing to fight for what they believe him. The murderess
biting the inside of the cheek and when he shoots the shot comes to his ears like an annoyed snort, quickly gets up and walks away, without stopping to look at his victim just before his death falls to the ground, dying, and all that is left behind is only the dark shadow of his hat - and the bullet that from that moment on, will forever change the destiny of the world.
That afternoon it rained. Odin Lowe stuck his hands in his pockets and lowered his head, hiding his eyes under the brim of his cap as he tried to walk close to the wall as possible, to avoid being hit at all by the roar of water falling from the sky. This morning he had heard the forecast on the radio who was in his hotel room, but when he left, he had not taken care not to carry an umbrella, much less get one when he started to rain, after all, did not make much sense to worry about then for a few drops of water, especially on a colony where even the weather conditions were subject to human needs.
smiled at that thought, wondering what on earth could people do with it rain, when the irrigation of fields and trees were completely independent and automated, and at that precise moment a car rush past, spraying against him and other three people who were at that point of the sidewalk an annoying water jet. A woman began to curse and Odin passed his hand under the peak, wiping her eyes before turning in the direction that the car was gone, extending our gaze to the tall building that soared across the street, and now, in all that rain, it seemed almost an old brick water-soaked, now to throw.
breathed deeply and turned away again, shrugging. All in all, this had been a simple job, clean, and despite internal security was well organized, there was not much wanted to sneak into the building and reach the fifteenth floor where he was the office of his goal - and if he thought about it could still see the look of fear and horror that he had given him before he pressed the trigger, along with prayers and flattery typical of powerful men who were seen tearing from a nobody any the only thing I could never steal or buy back. He felt an annoying flicker at the bottom of the back and, following the folds of the road, turned left, in a narrow street that did not know. In all honesty, that work had not liked at all and, if he could, he would have much left to lose fat and would leave as he came, with his pistol in the side well hidden, as if nothing had happened but the customer had paid well, and in cash, and given its current financial condition, knew had no right to do so picky.
crouched under a porch and shook her shoulders to slip away a bit 'of water from the jacket and, as usual, slipped a hand from his pocket, bringing the eyes a little note written in tiny handwriting and scratchy, as if it had been scribbled quickly, before leaving home. Quickly memorized the contents of the ticket and, having played and thrown into a puddle beside the sidewalk, walked again, just by lifting the visor from time to time to study the names of shops and premises, until they arrived a bar slightly recessed between two buildings completely anonymous.
When he entered, a couple of bells began to ring and he looked away, gently, before closing the door. The room was small, modest, dignified but friendly and he looked around, carefully studying all of the few customers in a handful of tables, before approaching the counter. There was a couple of kids in the corner, an old man with a newspaper sitting on one of the stools, and right next to the window, what at first glance had seemed a family of three persons, father and mother a child who has had four years on lazily sucking through a straw, as if for some reason forced to drink his juice reluctantly.
Odin stared at length with knitted brows, studying the features of his face contracts that did not even know why he had something of an attractive and disturbing, as if he were in front of a big lion closed in a cage, but, nevertheless, continued to have light in the eyes of the predator.
shook his head and took off his hat, running a hand through his damp hair and ordered a whiskey on the rocks to the man behind the counter. He took the glass between his fingers and swung in the air for a moment, before you sip a drink.
"Anything but" not found ", I think no one is moving to find those responsible, this is the truth."
Odin raised his head and turned to the side, to the man sitting with a newspaper a few stools away. "What?"
The man appeared from behind the thick typewritten pages as if they were the scenes of a theater and a vice Odin felt the pit of my stomach when he saw his eyes so full of anger and sadness that could have burst at moment. The wrinkled face twitched in a grimace and the old man put down the newspaper on the counter, showing an article that filled two full pages, full of black and white photos of people who were certain to have seen you somewhere, perhaps only in passing .
"The Family Peacecraft, you remember? They died two years ago today, and yet it was not found liable. "
Odin stared at the paper as if they saw him and nodded. "Yes, I heard about it," he said, his throat dry, while some vague memory was beginning to make his way in his mind. Peacecraft. They had to be the rulers of some small European country, or something like that.
"I was Sancho. I was, I say, "continued the old, wild-eyed gaze fixed on the picture that showed a bearded man solemn air," because now Sanc no longer exists. I was at my house when they were killed. I heard the news on the radio the next day, we believed? "Odin
blinked and finally focused the paper, pausing to consider what should be a family portrait in which they appeared to two children, one about six years and a baby - a tiny, correct, read the caption under the photo - who have had one or two yes and no . For what seemed to understand, no one knew where they were finished.
"I say, but it seems a reasonable thing?" Replied the old man, reaching out to a bony half-empty glass of bourbon that he seemed to have been filled several times already. "They were not bad people, mica, certain that they were not. He says even the name, what they did. "Took a long swig and then handed the empty glass to the bartender, because fill him. "They were pacifists, peace with controfiocchi. And have them killed because they wanted peace between the Earth and the Colonies, but I say, in your opinion what is the point? "
Odin looked down and drank his whiskey in turn, to buy time. "It is absurd to me," she said, cautiously, in spite of himself was aware that the man had every reason in the world. The old man closed the newspaper
shooting near riportandoselo. "The world is going crazy, young man. The world, I say, including the Colonies, after all we are all human, no? Going crazy. Now people talk of peace is murdered and those who foment war become leaders and heads of state. " He paused for a moment and Odin could not help but look away, as he felt a wave of fear and shame to hit a straight punch to the stomach. The old man shook his head, putting the newspaper under his arm and stood up, completely oblivious of his bourbon. "Let me give you some advice," he said, picking up her umbrella. "If you go away, as soon as possible. Go, I say, away completely. Disappears. Because heaven knows this because I would not be here when the world falls apart and boys like her, or even as small Peacecraft will spit blood to fight a war of choice by someone who is no longer able to understand where is the boundary between what makes us or machines. "
Odin opened his mouth to reply but the old man turned his back and, after paying, he went away, disappearing behind the bell of the door and walks along the edge of the road under his old off-colored umbrella, just like a ghost. Odin stared at the door for a long time, blinking and, moments later, he sensed the presence of another man who was coming, sitting on the stool instead of the old. "There are strange people around, eh?"
Odin spun around, caught off guard and raised his eyebrows when he identified both the newcomer as the guy who had seen earlier sitting at a table with a woman and her child. He shifted his gaze to a time when other family members and felt shaking from the bone when he realized that the baby had stopped drinking the juice, and now was staring at him, straight in his eyes. "Yeah," he murmured, unable to look away. "Really weird."
The man smiled and walked a little, leaning on the counter with her elbow. "You know what? To me that old has exaggerated this, "he joked, raising his glass between his fingers full of bourbon, before handing it over to the bartender.
Odin smiled, turning to look in his direction. "At that age would be best not to overdo it."
"I agree," said, chuckling. For a moment neither spoke, and Odin realized absently that the two boys went out on the sly, leaving only customers at the bar. He frowned and sighed, holding up the other man his glass of whiskey. 'However, sometimes a shot is the only thing that picks you up in the bad days. "
The man next to him raised his eyebrows and his eyes appeared for a second a flash of awareness. "That, and good news," he answered, mechanically, stretching a hand toward him to shake his. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr ...?"
"Lowe. Odin. And you? "He asked, pretending to be friendly, as he slipped the note into his pocket that he had just passed and had to be imagined that the information he needed to pick up the rest of the money.
"Smith. Jhon, "he said, jokingly, and Odin gave him a smile. A false name, of course. He would not have expected anything different.
"And tell me, that is his family, Mr. Smith?"
The man seemed to suddenly freeze in place and turned, slowly, following the line of sight of Odin to the table where the woman and her child were sitting , one in front of each other. He swallowed. "No. Be ', that's my girlfriend, but the child is a son of my brother. Lets us know every now and then, he and his wife are busy people. "
Odin raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips into a hard line, but said nothing to argue with the touch of his client was not a wise move and, after all, these were not business her. He looked at the child, the colored T-shirt, sneakers sticking out from under the table and sighed. It was unlikely that they had kidnapped, or they would not have brought about in that way, but could not bet your son had no brother, just had another kind of human being. One more special.
"What is it called? Asked, point blank, unable to restrain himself.
The man cocked his head. "I excuse me? "
" His nephew, "she said, displaying a friendly smile. "What's his name?"
"My ... oh, yes, of course. His name is Jim. "
Odin nodded. That guy was the worst liar ever to appear on the face of the Universe. "Cute. James is going to? "
" Yeah, "he said, turning his head back and swallowed hard, standing up. 'Well, it was nice to meet you, I gotta go. "Odin stood up, but he was faster and after a quick nod toward the woman, paid and went away, disappearing down the road as it did the old man before them.
Odin sat down again, panting, and grabbed his half-empty whiskey in anger, flipping occasionally glances out the door, as if to see them reappear at any moment.
"This is not just his day, eh?" Odin
lazily lifted his head towards the bartender, jaw contracted. "What?"
"Before the old man, now this guy," he smiled, clutching his back. "It seems that all the crazies have to meet her." Odin
sighed and emptied his glass, then beating it with more force than necessary on the counter. "Yeah. My usual luck. "
" I want another? "He asked, pointing to the last drop of whiskey that climbed on the glass. "On the house."
Odin looked at him a moment without saying anything and eventually nodded. "Yes. Thank you. "
*
[Eight weeks later]
The sound of rain against the windows closed the window was starting to really get on his nerves. He cast a quick glance at the curtains and then approached the door of the room, wondering for the hundredth time how long it would take to slip out and disappear and, above all, how could evade the unbearable nurse should be able to read his mind, as the campaign was able to block each of the six times during the day and a half in which he was confined in hospital, he tried to escape.
That damn the rain was really driving me crazy . Pulled back the sheets with a rough gesture angrily and sat up with difficulty, then bringing his hand to his shoulder is still sore. He snorted. He was pretty sure that the police had to shoot the story that drinking had been a thief who had entered his apartment, but he could not risk that, by making further checks, discovered his true identity and, above all, ' arsenal kept well hidden in the suitcase at the bottom of the cabinet - not to mention, of course, the killings that he had just committed, and that had cost him the hole in the shoulder.
He slid his legs off the bed and got up, groping her slippers on the floor and stretched out his hand to his trousers stuck to that effort, and shoved and pulled up without using his arm still sore and when he was dressed more or less decently came out in the hallway, the low profile and watchful eyes.
checked that no one passed by, and walked calmly, trying to pass himself off as a simple patient who took a walk and not one that tried to check his escape. He walked down the hallway in silence, as when responding to the waving of the other patients and slipped into the waiting room, given the time, was half empty. Spotted a couple of little women who gossiped and two boys from the pale faces and then, with quiet steps, approached a vending machine, stopping to study the products wrapped up in his choice fell not on a chocolate snack.
It drove into his pocket and counted the few coins that were left, before beginning to slip into the gap close, and the chocolate fell with a thud and slight Odin picked it up, clenching his teeth as a dense crossed his arms. He tried to open the bag with his teeth and, when he turned to start to study the possible exits that could exploit for his flight, his eyes fell upon a little figure minute who was sitting upright in a chair and, upon entering, he had not noticed.
He blinked a few times and froze, stopping to study all the details that could identify in his figure. The clothes were different, their hair thick and dark a little shorter, but would never be able to confuse the features of the face and eye shape with no one else in the world.
"Lord, you feel good?"
He shook himself and turned his head to one side, meeting the gaze vaguely worried that a nurse had approached him without him noticing. He blinked. No, it was not any nurse. THAT was ' nurse. Damn. "I'm not running away," he snapped, on the defensive, making it immediately as it sounded exactly like a confession, and she smiled.
"I know," he said, confident. "I just wanted to know how you feel today, because it is terribly pale, sir." She had never ever called by name, and suddenly saw no reason in particular.
shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "No, I'm fine, just ... 'eyed baby. "That kid," he said, his voice trembling slightly. The woman followed the line of his gaze and frowned, before returning to fix him. "Yes?"
"I know him." She looked at him in silence, without comment, and he sighed. "I mean I know his uncle. For work, "specific, lowering her face to her eyes. "I've met in a bar a few weeks ago, we discussed business." He paused, before adding details too inaccurate or too complex revealed that he was hiding something. "You know what happened to him?"
The nurse gave another quick look at the child as if he did not know whether he should or not talking, and finally sighed, shaking his head: "There was a another attack last night, a building of the Alliance. We found the baby with a man and a woman. She did not have it done, whereas the man is under the knife, and maybe he would manage. "He looked at Odin and he felt that his eyes had become suddenly larger and more polished. "The child is not injured, miraculously, but has not said a word since he arrived. We believe it is in shock, or something like that and we can not contact his relatives. "He hesitated for a moment:" She has no case for an address or phone number? "
Odin opened his lips to speak a few times and then shook his head. "I'm sorry. I met him only a couple of times and I never got her number. "
Nurse bent his lips into a grin and nodded. "I understand, it's okay. Now excuse me, but I must go. Try not to miss this evening and bring her the news about the gentleman, if there will be few. "
He gave a quick nod. "Thank you."
The nurse walked away without another word and he looked back at the child continued to sit straight and erect in the chair, in perfect silence. He approached slowly, as if to give him the opportunity to leave if he had not wanted to talk to him, but he stood still and Odin sank beside his chair, his legs stretched out on the floor.
"Hello, Jim," he he said, looking at the corner of my eye. Then she smiled. "But I guess you do not call Jim at all, right?"
The child did not answer and continued staring at the blank in front of him as if he even existed. Odin breathed deeply. "I understand, you're not a big talker, huh? At the bottom is good, "he said, absently rubbing the sore shoulder," because I'm the one who talks a lot, so I think we are well matched. "She stared at him, looking for a reaction, but even this time the child showed signs of I heard it.
Odin stood silent for a moment, as if looking for the next move, and his eyes fell again on his features contract, the eyes large and bright, despite at first glance looks empty and lifeless, actually squirted a bright light, able to capture the smallest detail that passed under his eyes. Odin shook his head. "It's not just the attack, is not it? There's more underneath, "she said, softly and, for the first time, saw blink twice, quickly. It was not much, but at least it was a reaction. "That" John Smith "is not your uncle, right?"
The child blinked again and then slowly shook his head from side to side, so quietly that if Odin had taken his eyes for a second no one would notice. "I thought so. You have been kidnapped or something? "Yet another subtle
not.
"Someone forces you to stay with them?"
No reaction. Then another no. Odin
snorted and threw his head back for a moment, eyes shut. He knew, rationally, the best option would be to get up there and go to check out as he had planned from the beginning, but it was so used to making decisions according to his own heart that if he did not this time , was certain that he would regret for the rest of his life. No, felt he had to stay. Somehow - even though he knew even explain what kind of feeling was that - knew that the child was related to all the trouble he had done in his life and, perhaps, if he had insisted on a bit 'with him, it even managed to make amends. "And what about your family, the real one?" Asked finally, turning to look at him with a renewed interest in his eyes.
For a moment the child did not respond and then shook his head again.
'Are they dead? Do not know where I am? "
" There's a war. "Odin
unnecessarily opened my lips and stood for a second to fix it with my mouth open, eyes wide. Honestly, I did not even know what had taken him, perhaps did not imagine that the boy would have really spoken, or maybe it was His voice was so clear and innocent mixed with the distressing reality of those words sounded wrong almost unreal. "Yes," he finally said, his voice choked. "There's a war."
The boy nodded, starting to dangle their legs under the chair, one by one, as if they were accompanied by music that he could not hear. Odin stood looking at him, as if waiting to hear him speak again and when he realized that he would not shoot with his questions: "Can you tell me what's your name?"
The child remained motionless for a moment and then shrugged shoulders. "No."
"Why, it's a secret?"
"Why did not I do. "
Odin stared at him dumbfounded and blinked, unable to find something to say. "So how do you call that guy?"
"Jim."
Odin shook his head and, despite himself, he could not help laughing. "Then you see that you've got a name?"
The child shook his head. "This is not my name," he said, stubborn and, to his surprise, he turned to look him straight in the eyes, hands clasped in her lap and legs of new buildings, as if in a moment he had been able to conquer his full attention.
"Do you understand the difference?" He asked with that tone so typical innocent children who believe they understand the world and that is why, perhaps, have really understood.
Odin said nothing for a long time. "Yes," replied the end and, despite everything, I think I really understood. Jim was not his name, was just the way that man called him. Perhaps a name was something bigger, more intimate. A word to describe his soul. My name describes my soul?
She looked at him with a new awareness in his eyes and nodded, this time convinced. "Yes, I understand." Then he sighed when inexplicably reappeared under the gaze of the face of that old weird that he had met at that bar, the same day that had seen him the first time. I would not be here when the world falls to pieces, and youngsters like her or even how small Peacecraft will spit blood to fight a war of choice by someone who is no longer able to understand where is the line between what makes us men or machines. "Who knows? Maybe this war will just give you a name, you can never tell. "
The child did not answer him and Odin nodded, raising a hand and rests on the head. "I like you, you know? Let's do this, "she said, leaning toward him enough to be heard even when whispered. "I do work a bit 'strange and why should I cut the cord as soon as possible, you understand me, right?" The winked. "It is not my habit to take over the kids, but if you promise me that you're a smart guy and he learns quickly, can also make an exception to the rule and take you with me. Would you like the idea? "
The child looked at him for a moment without saying anything and then looked away, pointing towards the corridor leading to his unit where he was probably the man also was hospitalized. She saw his lips tighten and his fists, and after a few minutes that seemed endless, we turned back in his direction with a different light in his eyes, more vivid, more brilliant. Almost alive. "Okay," she said, bluntly. "When we go?"
the Odin stunned and stared, not saying anything, began to laugh. He saw the boy staring at him with angry eyes and shook her head, uncombed even more than the shapeless mass of her hair. "Even tonight, if you want," she said, and felt distinctly his heart skipped a beat, a sign that, although this was the dumbest decision he'd ever taken in his life, was the right choice.
would have been really interesting to see how a decision like that idiot to raise a child like that would ultimately affect the flow of events. And he would be lost if not for anything in the world.
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