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dragonessasmith
If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post one sentence (or more) from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favorite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title (and genre)if you like, but don't mention anything else -- this is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).
with the exception of the Don/Eva bit, these are actually kinda long. but i couldn't just cut off the conversation.
(Don/Eva - waking up to find it's raining.)
When she opened her eyes, however, she was greeted with sheets of rain pouring down into the streets of the city.
“I think I’m gonna cry,” she whispered.
“I didn’t do it,” she heard Don’s voice mumble from next to her.
***
(the cast of "See You Again Yesterday" at the Rutgers v. Louisville football game)
"Evelyn, I'm gonna pay you back, but can you get us seven Fat Darrells?" Lilly shouted into the phone over the roar of the crowd.
"What's a Fat Darrell?" Flack frowned, giving her a look.
"Fat Darrell? Someone going to Grease Trucks?" Whit said, looking up eagerly. When his sister nodded he shook his head, "I don't want a Fat Darrell, I want a Fat Cat. And I want two."
"What's Grease Trucks?" Lindsay asked, and the two Harpers responded at the same time.
"Best food ever."
"Oh," she said, before giving Darren a look.
"OK, Evelyn. Make that two Fat Cats as well."
"Including mine, that's going to be fifty bucks, Lilly," Evelyn replied uncertainly.
"I know," Lilly shook her head, "But look I'll even pay you back for yours..."
***
(Angie and David, discussing her new assignment, early on.)
“Sweet, an actual case,” Angie grinned as she sat perched on the edge of David’s desk, legs crossed in front of her as she read over the file, “Not like that vice crap they had me working in New York.”
“It was the vice crap that got you the case, Angie,” David reminded her softly, and she glanced up at him for a second before glancing down at the file again.
“Says you.”
***
(Danny/Sofia having an argument)
They had been shouting at each other for so long, they weren't even sure what they were shouting about anymore, and finally Danny had just had enough. He was saying things, things that he wasn't sure if he meant but he didn't care becasue they were saying them anyway.
"You know what? You know what, I can't do this anymore. I'm not gonna sit here and take this. I'm gone. I'm done."
"Fine by me," Sofia snarled back as Danny turned and started to walk away from her. There was a beat and then he heard her voice behind him again.
"Seriously?"
He turned to face her throwing his arms up in the air, "I don't even know."
***
(Delko/Maka...talking about their relationship)
"I don think I can do this," he whispered and she pulled back from him in surprise.
"What?"
"I'm sorry, but I'm not gonna be that guy."
"That...what guy?"
"The guy you're into but don't want to date," he explained, "So you bang him the night before you leave so that you don't regret not doing it, but you made sure you didn't get hurt either."
"Didn't get...what the...?" She looked geniunely confused, and he was starting to get confused himself, and then pissed off because he figured she was still screwing with him.
"You're going back to New York, Kaile," he said, "You're transferring back. You're getting on a plane tomorrow instead of going into work."
"What!?!? Who the hell told you that?"
Eric blinked at her for a second, "Wolfe. You're not leaving?"
"No, Delko," she sighed, pulling away from him completely and going to sit on the couch, "I'm not."
***
(and i bit from the yet-to-be-written verse Melinda and Danny discussing her sex life.)
"Anyway...get me out of here," she whispered, looking over his shoulder through the glass wall of the hospital room, where Flack was watching her like a hawk, "You're friend's creeping me out a bit."
Danny glanced over his shoulder with a smirk, "That? He just likes you. You should consider taking him up on dinner. Might have a good time."
"Last guy you set me up with was one of the most disgusting eaters I've ever seen," she said, making a face, "Besides, I don't need you worrying about my sex life."
"Melinda. Seriously, I'm worried about you not having any friends out here and everything," Danny sighed, his hand falling on her thigh, "What if they can't get me on the phone?"
"Danny. This is me we're talking about," she replied, referring to the fact that she was perfectly fine and sitting in a hospital bed, "And I don't need your help finding someone to sleep with me. I can do it just fine on my own." His hand started to stroke her thigh slightly, but he didn't seem to notice and just smirked at her.
"Yeah, and when was the last time you got laid, Fitz?" he said, "You don't use it, you lose it."
"I don't need pick up lines to get a guy to sleep with me," she said, feeling his hand start to slide further up her thigh and felt him lean in to her.
"You don't? You use your...talents?"
"Uh-huh," she sighed, lowering her voice to a whisper as he got closer.
"And how does that work for you?" he murmured, his voice dropping as well.
"Pretty well."
"Does it?"
"Yup," she sighed, her lips inches from his, "I'm doing it right now." He quickly glanced down at where they were, before jumping back like he had burned himself.
"Ho!" he said, running a hand through his hair, "Never do that again, Mel. You lookin to get me in trouble over here?..."
dragonessasmithIf you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post one sentence (or more) from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favorite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title (and genre)if you like, but don't mention anything else -- this is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).
with the exception of the Don/Eva bit, these are actually kinda long. but i couldn't just cut off the conversation.
(Don/Eva - waking up to find it's raining.)
When she opened her eyes, however, she was greeted with sheets of rain pouring down into the streets of the city.
“I think I’m gonna cry,” she whispered.
“I didn’t do it,” she heard Don’s voice mumble from next to her.
***
(the cast of "See You Again Yesterday" at the Rutgers v. Louisville football game)
"Evelyn, I'm gonna pay you back, but can you get us seven Fat Darrells?" Lilly shouted into the phone over the roar of the crowd.
"What's a Fat Darrell?" Flack frowned, giving her a look.
"Fat Darrell? Someone going to Grease Trucks?" Whit said, looking up eagerly. When his sister nodded he shook his head, "I don't want a Fat Darrell, I want a Fat Cat. And I want two."
"What's Grease Trucks?" Lindsay asked, and the two Harpers responded at the same time.
"Best food ever."
"Oh," she said, before giving Darren a look.
"OK, Evelyn. Make that two Fat Cats as well."
"Including mine, that's going to be fifty bucks, Lilly," Evelyn replied uncertainly.
"I know," Lilly shook her head, "But look I'll even pay you back for yours..."
***
(Angie and David, discussing her new assignment, early on.)
“Sweet, an actual case,” Angie grinned as she sat perched on the edge of David’s desk, legs crossed in front of her as she read over the file, “Not like that vice crap they had me working in New York.”
“It was the vice crap that got you the case, Angie,” David reminded her softly, and she glanced up at him for a second before glancing down at the file again.
“Says you.”
***
(Danny/Sofia having an argument)
They had been shouting at each other for so long, they weren't even sure what they were shouting about anymore, and finally Danny had just had enough. He was saying things, things that he wasn't sure if he meant but he didn't care becasue they were saying them anyway.
"You know what? You know what, I can't do this anymore. I'm not gonna sit here and take this. I'm gone. I'm done."
"Fine by me," Sofia snarled back as Danny turned and started to walk away from her. There was a beat and then he heard her voice behind him again.
"Seriously?"
He turned to face her throwing his arms up in the air, "I don't even know."
***
(Delko/Maka...talking about their relationship)
"I don think I can do this," he whispered and she pulled back from him in surprise.
"What?"
"I'm sorry, but I'm not gonna be that guy."
"That...what guy?"
"The guy you're into but don't want to date," he explained, "So you bang him the night before you leave so that you don't regret not doing it, but you made sure you didn't get hurt either."
"Didn't get...what the...?" She looked geniunely confused, and he was starting to get confused himself, and then pissed off because he figured she was still screwing with him.
"You're going back to New York, Kaile," he said, "You're transferring back. You're getting on a plane tomorrow instead of going into work."
"What!?!? Who the hell told you that?"
Eric blinked at her for a second, "Wolfe. You're not leaving?"
"No, Delko," she sighed, pulling away from him completely and going to sit on the couch, "I'm not."
***
(and i bit from the yet-to-be-written verse Melinda and Danny discussing her sex life.)
"Anyway...get me out of here," she whispered, looking over his shoulder through the glass wall of the hospital room, where Flack was watching her like a hawk, "You're friend's creeping me out a bit."
Danny glanced over his shoulder with a smirk, "That? He just likes you. You should consider taking him up on dinner. Might have a good time."
"Last guy you set me up with was one of the most disgusting eaters I've ever seen," she said, making a face, "Besides, I don't need you worrying about my sex life."
"Melinda. Seriously, I'm worried about you not having any friends out here and everything," Danny sighed, his hand falling on her thigh, "What if they can't get me on the phone?"
"Danny. This is me we're talking about," she replied, referring to the fact that she was perfectly fine and sitting in a hospital bed, "And I don't need your help finding someone to sleep with me. I can do it just fine on my own." His hand started to stroke her thigh slightly, but he didn't seem to notice and just smirked at her.
"Yeah, and when was the last time you got laid, Fitz?" he said, "You don't use it, you lose it."
"I don't need pick up lines to get a guy to sleep with me," she said, feeling his hand start to slide further up her thigh and felt him lean in to her.
"You don't? You use your...talents?"
"Uh-huh," she sighed, lowering her voice to a whisper as he got closer.
"And how does that work for you?" he murmured, his voice dropping as well.
"Pretty well."
"Does it?"
"Yup," she sighed, her lips inches from his, "I'm doing it right now." He quickly glanced down at where they were, before jumping back like he had burned himself.
"Ho!" he said, running a hand through his hair, "Never do that again, Mel. You lookin to get me in trouble over here?..."