Writingishnessism

[reymonkey]

You know the drill, gimme song lyrics for RP character drabbles! I don't promise they'll be good, and I don't promise to write your character well, but.. you know.

Dooooo it! The skull meatballs of doom demand it!

I has a birthday cake.

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[morripede.livejournal.com]

Where does the answer lie?
Living from day to day
If it's something we can't buy
There must be another way
We are spirits in the material world

Your meatballs of doom do not scare Dr. Octavius!

[reymonkey.livejournal.com]

Where does the answer lie?
Living from day to day
If it's something we can't buy
There must be another way
We are spirits in the material world

Even in this city it was common practice to weave around, look straight ahead, and pretend not to see the profferred hand or hat. Even in the midst of Christmas shopping. They were there because they wouldn't work, or drank their money away. They were there because they were too lazy to be anywhere else.
Dr. Schreber knew better, but at this late date some of those beliefs were true. Some with a strength of will had fought off the life they'd been imprinted with and found work and stability again, while others had neglected their given roles and fallen by the wayside. He found himself wishing, as he had to step over, that this particular bum had not left his legs stretched out. The crowds were thick and he was slow with his cane and shopping bags, pushed to the edge by the crush of humanity, and into closer proximity to those who lingered at the fringes. He only glanced down, unsure of himself at this close range. His poor peripheral vision took in an older face, lined with grim frustration. The lines were briefly broken by a fit of coughing, and the long legs pulled up awkwardly out of his way as the bum tuned a guitar.
It was the belated 'Sorry' that caught him.
Before the crowd swept him on, Dr. Schreber looked at the face of a man who had spent many hours in his home singing, joking, and exchanging intellectual philosophies, and saw a stranger.
The crowd passed on as Rat played his guitar, hat on the pavement, invisible.

[dragonwhishes.livejournal.com]

Break-neck, full-tilt
Climb the ladders they built
Angels in the abattoir
Junking up a good guitar
Stale city bandwidth
You don't get the language
But don't pick on the girl who's only turning on the lightswitch

[reymonkey.livejournal.com]

Break-neck, full-tilt
Climb the ladders they built
Angels in the abattoir
Junking up a good guitar
Stale city bandwidth
You don't get the language
But don't pick on the girl who's only turning on the lightswitch

She didn't know why her pinpoint went wrong or where it had dropped her, but when the dark men on black horses showed up she stopped worrying about anything else. There were several, and their only intent seemed to be to hurt her as badly as they could. Swordstrokes made a spray of black ichor, but didn't slow them down. They swarmed, there was no other word for it, and the dark that surrounded them seemed to spread, like a negative glow. Her concentration taxed by every blow, Mel flung her power out, calling for help, for a better weapon, for anything that would end this fight in her favor. The gnawing pain of where their claws had raked her was like a poison in her blood, and when the glow of white light burst through she wasn't sure if it was a savior or a last hallucination before death.
When she woke there was a warm blanket around her, and the figure that watched her was luminous in the dark woods. The eyepatch was like a small black hole in his face. She was wet, and nude, and bleeding, but she was alive. The pale man approached and held up a scrap of paper in one taloned hand, so that she could read what was written there.
'Rare to survive. No human has ever not turned. What are?'
His face was hard to read, but his single blue eye was full of awe and respect.


Yeah, it's greyedwhite if you couldn't tell, and this is actually a scenario I've RPed with him and Courtney, but it seemed appropriate.

[the-wugglyump.livejournal.com]

We could totally play it out with both Mel and Courtney, and Silens would have two chicks and look like the Mac Daddy. ;)

[reymonkey.livejournal.com]

Eeeeecept that he wouldn't understand what a Mac Daddy was if you explained it to him with diagrams. ;D

Your story is below, and also has a tiny bit of Mel.

[dragonwhishes.livejournal.com]

*snerk*

That could be fun to play.

[sarah-branigan.livejournal.com]

I'm trying to tell you something about my life
Maybe give me insight between black and white

[reymonkey.livejournal.com]

I'm trying to tell you something about my life
Maybe give me insight between black and white,
and the best thing you've ever done for me
is to help me take my life less seriously
it's only life, after all.

He never meant to stay so late, but he felt needed. The situation at hand was largely resolved, or at least as far as any of them had any input to it, but the fretting continued. Rat stretched back and sighed, listening to his friends worry over the ripples of chaos they could not control, and tried not to ponder his own role in it. The Nexus had a way of forcing you into situations where you were forced to react, and not always in a way you were proud of.
The two of them were like a mobius strip, he reflected, feeding into each other's fears even as they supported one another. It was Sarah who tried to break the vicious cycle. "I guess all we can do now is clean up the mess. Sometimes I think we just need a vacation from the Nexus, but it never seems to quite work out." She frowned, a pretty, delicate frown that belied the steel hidden beneath. Daniel nodded, still anxious, the slant of the scarred eye making him look like a desperately unhappy puppydog.
Rat felt himself start to nod, then shook his head and stood abruptly, following the impulse suddenly bubbling up within. He laughed, deep and booming, making them all jump. "Life's too short, let the rest of them clean it up! Come on, I want to see the stars on the beach." He picked up his guitar and slung it over his neck, gave them an infectious grin, and strolled to the door.
Slowly, the pretty frown turned to a grin, and Sarah hauled her boyfriend to his feet. "He's right you know. Don't make him hold the door open." She traded a mischevious smile with him as they bustled the bewildered doctor out the door. On the sand under the stars, the tall figure cast his voice out to the sky, singing of springtime and love and the joy of living.
For tonight, the world was at peace.

Sorry, I can't help seeing Sarah and Schreber as a pair. I tried writing something with just Rat and Sarah but it all felt awkward. For the record, Rat would love Indigo Girls music.

[placeboweek.livejournal.com]

When it comes to stuff like that, it's hard to not to see them as a pair. They often present a united front. I really liked it. :) Rat is a good influence on the lot of them.

[reymonkey.livejournal.com]

A united front, but it seems to me they do kind of feed of each other in bad ways, too. Rat has what I hope is a more mature perspective, that you need to take what good you can from life. He tries to share it with others.

[the-wugglyump.livejournal.com]

Christmas needs security , security is weapons.
Vigilante action teaching criminals their lessons


I'm sorry. It had to be done.

[reymonkey.livejournal.com]

You are an evil, evil woman. Clearly I am a bad influence.

Christmas needs security , security is weapons.
Vigilante action teaching criminals their lessons

"They're coming down the chimney now!" Mel reported from across the hall. There was the rapid-fire popping sound of the grenades they'd made from the glass Christmas balls going off, and a triumphant yell from the other girl.
Courtney just grinned, and stretched the tinsel tripwires taught across the last of the kitchen windows.
It was a good thing, he reflected, that her uncle had been knocked out. He wasn't going to be happy when he woke up, although whether he'd be more distressed over the damage to the house or the ninja frog carcasses was debateable. Dirk himself was not happy about the Santa suit, but it was better than trying to defend the house in the buff. As it was he presented a dangerously good target, being large and bright red. He'd had to throw the pillow away to fit in the costume, too, which was a flimsy piece of armor gone to waste but the padding might have been helpful nonetheless.
"Okay, I'll get the pies from the fridge, if you'll winch the catapults back and tie 'em off for me." The blonde girl darted to the fridge, grinning and half dancing like some kind of sprite. From the narrow space between the tops of the high cabinets and the kitchen ceiling, the one-eyed cat watched with clear amusement. He addressed the girl, tail lashing. "You're mother's going to be horrified if you get any of that on the curtains." Clearly he relished the thought.
Dirk rolled his eyes, hauling on the rope for the first catapult and securing it with whatever knots he could remember from his boyhood. "Courtney, promise me one thing?"
She paused, a pie in each hand, still grinning. "What?"
"When all this is over, let me pinpoint away before you let your parents out of the basement?"

XDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

[the-wugglyump.livejournal.com]

AHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Oh, lord. I love you.

Re: XDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

[reymonkey.livejournal.com]

Well what the hell else kind of bit was I supposed to come up with, with lyrics like that? Just a piece of random insanity, ninja frogs inspired by Ursula Vernon.

Re: XDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

[the-wugglyump.livejournal.com]

I have a ninja frog. Well, a ninja Nimmo.

[dragonwhishes.livejournal.com]

*hysterical laughter*

[shadowtricker.livejournal.com]

I'm the loneliest star to the sun,
but I feel that I'm close to the one
who will stop me from coming undone,
'cause I'm free.

[reymonkey.livejournal.com]

Yours was the hardest for some reason. Maybe I'm just running out of steam in the afternoon, aaand then I let you have the computer and then there was the celtic festival etc…

I'm the loneliest star to the sun,
but I feel that I'm close to the one
who will stop me from coming undone,
'cause I'm free.

The white hair flashed through the trees, and for a moment her breath caught in her throat. It was a good thing the sight made her pause, because then she saw the blistered face beneath, and the ordinary clothes. Just a boy. Why had her first thought been of the stag? She stayed to watch, frowning slightly, and noted the grace with which he loitered along the deer trail. No human boy, this, but not something out of the Twilight Kingdom either. His movements spoke of a distracted mind, and a lingering that was a delay to getting somewhere he was supposed to be. The young man seemed headed roughly in the direction of the Crumrin mansion.
When he glanced her way, it made her start again. In the autumn woods her red-gold hair was less distinct, but his gaze was piercing. She nodded slightly, and made her way closer, the underbrush snagging at her long skirt.
"H'lo." His voice was wary, and he seemed unconsciously poised for flight.
“Afternoon.” She smiled, just a kindly older woman, out for a walk in the woods.
His expression grew no less cautious, and he studied her openly, which was rude.
“And what are you up to? These woods are dangerous…” Those eyes unsettled her. She felt seen through.
“No dangerous ‘n anywhere else.” It should have been bravado, but it wasn’t. His tone said he knew exactly what was in these woods, had measured himself against it, and knew the stakes. “’M just visiting a friend.”
“You don’t look happy about it.”
This at last struck home, and his gaze dropped away. Gloved hands fidgeted. “She’s a ‘ard friend to talk to, ‘s all.”
“And you have something hard to tell her?” She felt more confident now that she’d made him nervous. He didn’t act like any fae she’d ever seen. Her reward for the question was a very human reaction, with the sharp intake of breath and the darting glance.
He only nodded.
“That probably means it’s worth saying.” She sighed, resigned to letting him go.
He seemed to think on this, and come to a decision. “Um, thanks.” With a nod he hurried off, lost in thought but with a much quicker step, rushing to his destination now to divulge his secrets.
She watched him go, envious.

[shadowtricker.livejournal.com]

Oh dear, I didn't realize I'd forgotten to reply. I was simply that much in awe. ;-) This is beautiful. You've got Thorn down quite well here, sullen and wary. You really ought to do more with Persephone. She will make such an excellent foil to Aloysius.

[reymonkey.livejournal.com]

Hey, it's cool. I think I partly didn't give him much dialogue because I know I can't write him the way you do. I know I need to do more with Persephy. I just... have trouble coming up with stuff and following through, but rest assured she's still around. It is totally her fault he's on the no-fly list. Because.