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Writtin' Thread
jodizzle:
Man Ben. That was pretty much what breaking up with Loxley was like. THANKS FOR REMINDING ME
It was a good little story though.
Scrambled Egg Machine:
More of a continuation of my earlier stuff.
It's one in the morning, an ungodly hour for anyone to be awake, but I have third watch. I can see across no man's land, a crater pocked landscape illuminated by corpse light. The light of the flares is called such for two principle reasons: all it illuminates are corpses, and if you are exposed by its pale radiance, a PRA sniper will aerate your skull from whatever cramped hideout he occupies. A metallic pop and a shift in the intensity of the flarelight tells me that the mortar crew is still alive and awake, keeping their own watch. There are some faint noises, out of place here.
"Kelso! Get up!" I whisper, hoping that my eyes deceive me. "What is it, Swing?"
" Do you hear that?" Before Kelso can ask me what he's supposed to be hearing, my fear are confirmed. A horde of PRA cannon fodder has gone over the wire, charging at us with the mad abandon of a Banzai attack. I fire off three red flares in quick succession and raise up a racket to wake everyone up. The soldiers charging us have opened fire, raining down hot lead on us. I level my rifle at them, climbing up onto the firing step of the trench. I can see one of them in my sights, outdated Chinese and Russian cast-off gear and uniform, with a lethal intent. I can see his face in my sight, and squeeze off three rounds. He drops, and I'm sickened. He's only following orders, just like me.
Suddenly, we're saved. The new, bulky presence on my right is a Heavy Assault trooper, firing twenty five millimeter cannon rounds into their charge, hefting an auto cannon with ease in his powered exoskeleton. His platoon has reinforced us where we need it most, but it will still be a long night, and dawn's six hours from now.
jodizzle:
We mainline each other, leaving track marks on our hearts away from the prying eyes of the world. They are finding ways to strip back our outer layers and peer into our insides, waiting for the moment they can spout their ‘I told you so’s and rehabilitate us.
We cling to our addiction with a desperate strength, and hope it destroys us before they do.
Mehhhh...I felt the need to write something, but couldn't seem to get anything out.
onewheelwizzard:
I used to have a lover who explained how she felt about me by saying that sometimes what she wanted was to actually be in my bloodstream. It was pretty endearing the way she said it actually.
Eris:
Murder on the Dancefloor
She extracted herself from the middle of the tangled mass of bodies, clothes strangely unruffled, and made her way across the room. Her hips swayed as she stalked through the people, keeping time with the beat of the music. His frown deepened as he watched every male follow her with their gaze as she walked past. Hell, their eyes were practically being dragged from their sockets out of sheer eagerness. He sighed impatiently as she smirked at the attention she was getting; she was going to be the death of him, he could tell. She stopped in front of him with her hand on her waist, the grin still on her face. He stayed where he was, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed against his chest. She cocked her head to one side and leant forward a little, making her black hair fall over one shoulder, feigning coyness.
“Why aren’t you dancing, Nate?” She asked innocently, not raising her voice over the noise as everyone else did. “Don’t you like the music?” His muttered curse caused her to smile wider, baring her teeth menacingly. “If you don’t like this scene, then why don’t you just leave already? I don’t need a babysitter.” Nate looked at her properly, glaring at her face rather than the floor, but stayed exactly where he was.
“Until you learn to be a bit more subtle I have to make sure you don’t blow our cover.” Nate growled. “So either stop being so reckless or deal with it, Andrea.” Her eyes tightened at his reply for a moment before her bravado returned. His eyes went back to the floor. “Hurry up and get something to eat already; you’re not the only hungry one here.” He grumbled, causing her to bark out a laugh.
“Oh come on, are you telling me you’re not drooling over those girls there? They are basically naked and shaking everything they can.” Andrea shook her hips like they did, sliding up closer to him in an attempt to get him to loosen up already. When she still didn’t move, she looked up at his face, a slight pleading in her features. ” You could have anyone here; let me have my fun.” Nate wrinkled his nose at the thought.
“Take them, with all the pills they’ve put in their systems? If I wanted the taste of chemicals in my mouth I’d drink a bottle of bleach.” He looked around impatiently and saw someone making their way over to the pair. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, wondering what else could try and make his night even worse that it already was.
The man puffed out his chest as he asked Andrea if there was any problem, trying to make up for the fact that he was six inches shorter than her. Andrea had the act down perfectly, twirling her hair and batting her eyelashes; complaining that Nate was no fun, and she just wanted to dance. The pout was a nice touch; no man could resist her when she pouted those lips. The fool offered to dance with her immediately, just as she had intended. As they walked back across the room Andrea looked back at Nate, unimpressed at her meal. From the look of him it would be greasy and leave her hungry again in half an hour; typical fast food. This time the grin was on his face as she walked off, hopefully to find a dark secluded corner to eat this time.
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