Here it be!

[reymonkey]

Okay kiddies, doing this here to keep it all central or something, and because I know most of my RP buddies also read this journal. Post what and who and I'll write a little thingie. Ficlet? Aren't drabbles technically 100 words? I'm not that exacting. Active (as much as any of my RP chars are active these days) pups are dirk__gently, maylookatkings, call_me_rat, greyedwhite, thrasherpunk, and intermittently agoodfellow and flyhighthing. If that's not enough characters for you, I'm scared, but ask for somebody off the record or something and I can probably accommodate.

1. Playful!
2. Murderous!
3. Flailing!
4. Incarcerated!
5. Deviant!
6. Ill!
7. Intoxicated!
8. Wildly Inappropriate!
9. Eloquent!
10. Cooking!
11. Over-protective!
12. Wanker!
13. Silly!
14. Romantic!
15. Silent-Treatment!
16. Bedtime!
17. Jealous!
18. Inquisitive!
19. Confused!
20. Sexy!
21. Angry!
22. Dorky!
23. Working!
24. Needs-a-Hug!
25. Choose-your-own

Comments

[thrasherpunk.livejournal.com]

To get here she had sold real drugs, a few times, although never without the Chief's knowledge. She was a criminal, and she was here among criminals, but she was also here to scope out the place. Later tonight she'd be making a full report, drawing maps, giving every details about the drug dealers and how they safeguarded the warehouse they were dealing from. Her information would hopefully be enough for other agents the Chief himself to make a full out raid and send the crooks scampering into the arms of the police.
She just had to get through this meeting and get out alive again, first.
One thug nudged the other, eyeing her. "Check it out, that one's a chick!"
"Hunh. Too scrawny."
Chaz stuck out her jaw a little further, and pretended not to hear them. Instead she focused on memorizing every detail of the faces of the men supervising the little bags of powder being passed out. She stood in line with the boys, paid for her share with money she knew was marked, and made a little tough talk with the other dealers before skulking away. It wasn't until after she made her full report that she went home, took a hot shower, and stood in it until she stopped shaking.

[evillurks.livejournal.com]

Poor thing... it's not an easy job, at any age.

[reymonkey.livejournal.com]

This might be earlier on though, she probably takes it all a little more in stride now. I think her biggest fear though is that her aunt or brother will turn her in as a dealer.