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Drabble Meme
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wednesday42 , from whom I requested a drabble; now reposting as requested.
Also participating, and involved in WM, to my knowledge:steals_thyme , circleswithin , tuff_ghost , jackiemei , chibifukurou , simshocking , slipstreamborne , mad_bertha , spiffystuff
Fandom-wise I'd say anything I currently have fic for is fair game (Watchmen, Doctor Who, Final Fantasy 7(Turks only, sorry), Equilibrium, M*A*S*H, Moon, Hitchhiker's Guide) as well as a few others that I've written stuff for but never posted it (Human Target, Echo Bazaar, Scrubs, Firefly, Dead Like Me, and in honor of its 25th anniversary, BTTF!), but I fully expect the majority to be WM and that's cool.
So, to quote the prompt:
The first TEN people to comment get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing. Feel free to add prompt words/phrases/video if you like, just remember it's only 100 words.
In return, they have to post this meme in their own journal, offering drabbles OR icons (graphics fen, say one icon per prompt?), regardless of their ability level, and give it a go.
I AM ANAL ABOUT THE 100 WORDS THING, it will be PRECISELY 100 words if I can manage it. :D
Nevermind. I am picky about this when the drabbles are a personal challenge for ME, but these are meant to be gifts, and I won't make them less good just to shave them down to 100 words.
1.chibifukurou - Dan: Owls are predators too.
2.jackiemei - D/R/L "Only I'm allowed to call her that."
3.tuff_ghost - Dan, Hollis "I hope you two are being careful..."
4.steals_thyme - Dan/Zorschach: Flea market
5.mad_bertha - Zorschach and Dan watch walking dead zombie flicks.
6.ook - Rorschach interacting with a female prostitute.
7.simshocking - D/R - playing L4D OR Nick and Ellis. OR SOME KIND OF MEET UP
8.wednesday42 - Laurie, Rorschach. Gone fishing.
9.tortoisegirl - Dan/Rorschach, local wildlife
10.brancher - (Adult) Dan makes fucking machines. And uses them. On himself. Rorschach finds out.
wednesday42 , from whom I requested a drabble; now reposting as requested. Also participating, and involved in WM, to my knowledge:
steals_thyme , circleswithin , tuff_ghost , jackiemei , chibifukurou , simshocking , slipstreamborne , mad_bertha , spiffystuff Fandom-wise I'd say anything I currently have fic for is fair game (Watchmen, Doctor Who, Final Fantasy 7(Turks only, sorry), Equilibrium, M*A*S*H, Moon, Hitchhiker's Guide) as well as a few others that I've written stuff for but never posted it (Human Target, Echo Bazaar, Scrubs, Firefly, Dead Like Me, and in honor of its 25th anniversary, BTTF!), but I fully expect the majority to be WM and that's cool.
So, to quote the prompt:
The first TEN people to comment get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing. Feel free to add prompt words/phrases/video if you like, just remember it's only 100 words.
In return, they have to post this meme in their own journal, offering drabbles OR icons (graphics fen, say one icon per prompt?), regardless of their ability level, and give it a go.
Nevermind. I am picky about this when the drabbles are a personal challenge for ME, but these are meant to be gifts, and I won't make them less good just to shave them down to 100 words.
1.
chibifukurou - Dan: Owls are predators too.2.
jackiemei - D/R/L "Only I'm allowed to call her that."3.
tuff_ghost - Dan, Hollis "I hope you two are being careful..."4.
steals_thyme - Dan/Zorschach: Flea market5.
mad_bertha - Zorschach and Dan watch walking dead zombie flicks.6.
ook - Rorschach interacting with a female prostitute.7.
simshocking - D/R - playing L4D OR Nick and Ellis. OR SOME KIND OF MEET UP8.
wednesday42 - Laurie, Rorschach. Gone fishing.9.
tortoisegirl - Dan/Rorschach, local wildlife10.
brancher - (Adult) Dan makes fucking machines. And uses them. On himself. Rorschach finds out.
no subject
OR
Nick and Ellis. : D
OR SOME KIND OF MEET UP
YOUR CHOICE.
no subject
no subject
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Across the junkyard—hunter at thirty paces. Nick would like to flatter himself that he’s getting good at spotting them, but even he has to concede, lining up the shot, that this one’s not exactly being stealthy.
“Uh, Nick?”
He squeezes the trigger, the shot goes just slightly wide. “Not now, Ellis.”
“I just don’t think—”
“What a revelation.”
“Ha ha, very funny,” Ellis complains, “but come on now, I don’t think that’s a zombie.”
“If this is anything like that shit with the pilot, Ellis, I swear to god—”
“Just look at it, man, this ain’t rocket science.”
So Nick does, as he’s lining up the second shot, and yeah, it is acting a little weird. No, scratch that; a lot weird, waving its arms around like it’s trying to surrender but doesn’t have a white flag on hand. Nearby, a motion that looks a lot like another head ducking behind a pile of scrap; a hand gesturing to the hunter, Get down, get DOWN.
It doesn’t get down, but the frenzied, shrieking charge he’s expecting doesn’t come either. The damn thing just stands there, waving at him.
“Shit,” Nick says, pulling the rifle up short. “They’re survivors.”
*
The shooting’s stopped, after only one shot. Dan crawls out from cover, bodily yanks Rorschach to the ground because the damn idiot apparently doesn’t know when to get out of the line of fire on his own. “You okay?” he asks, panicked, a little fucking furious, searching for the bullet hole.
“Fine,” the man under the hood growls, and dressing him up like this had seemed like such a good idea when all they’d had to keep away were other zombies. Crazy survivalists with assault rifles, they hadn’t counted on. “Missed me, terrible aim.”
“Good thing,” Dan says; then they’re both on alert again, crouched in the junk, because: footsteps. Voices, too, getting louder very quickly.
“Of all the idiotic bullshit I’ve ever seen!” shouts the man with the terrible aim in question, rifle in one hand, jogging down the embankment. A kid trails behind him, bloody fireman’s axe at the ready. “What on earth,” he continues, breathing hard, coming right up to them with no caution, “would possess you to dress up like a fucking—”
And before either of them can stop him, he reaches out and yanks the hood down.
Rorschach doesn’t even bother ducking his gaze, and not one of the four says a word for a very long moment.
“...hunter,” the man finally finishes, gone almost as pale as Rorschach. “Shit.”
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