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true_writers: Hide and Seek.
Oct. 23rd, 2008 02:53 pmWrite about an intense game of Hide and Seek that takes a turn for the worse.
They always talk about the Repo-Men in a way that makes them seem more myth then legend.
He has a theory about this. The bigger the myth the more likely it is that people will disregard it. Pre-Plague had the Santa Claus-a home invasion expert who regularly entered domiciles and poisoned children with surgary treats while poisoning their souls with the idea of conformity to a warped and twisted brand of "Morality".
Because if your parents were narcotic users, how could you be expected to be "good" when being raised under their ideals?
The bigger the myth the less likely that the masses will believe that they exist. Besides, no matter what the political state, there was no one person who hadn't been touched by the Repo-Men.
Some way. Some how. It was just a matter of time, the threat of missing out was always there-and if there was one thing that a human being count be counted on ( in regards to presents or visits from your friendly neighborhood axe-murderer) was that no one wanted to miss out.
( She was no different. )
They always talk about the Repo-Men in a way that makes them seem more myth then legend.
He has a theory about this. The bigger the myth the more likely it is that people will disregard it. Pre-Plague had the Santa Claus-a home invasion expert who regularly entered domiciles and poisoned children with surgary treats while poisoning their souls with the idea of conformity to a warped and twisted brand of "Morality".
Because if your parents were narcotic users, how could you be expected to be "good" when being raised under their ideals?
The bigger the myth the less likely that the masses will believe that they exist. Besides, no matter what the political state, there was no one person who hadn't been touched by the Repo-Men.
Some way. Some how. It was just a matter of time, the threat of missing out was always there-and if there was one thing that a human being count be counted on ( in regards to presents or visits from your friendly neighborhood axe-murderer) was that no one wanted to miss out.
( She was no different. )
IN PROGRESS.
Oct. 23rd, 2008 03:50 pm[037] Wrath
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[036] Revenge
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leftthefather and dyingking used with out permission and apologies. I had to find something to base this particular prompt.]
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbow'd.
- William Ernest Henley, "Invictus", 1875
He's Chief SurGEN at GeneCo, a job which carries more prestige then you'd think and it's prestige that Nathan likes. He's behind the scenes-Rotti Largo is it's face, Nathan Wallace is it's heart.
And she is it's soul.
And he can't tell her that because the way she stands there and takes his hand (as a friend) tears him apart inside. The way she leans to Rotti, puts her hand on his cheek, smiles, laughs, glows is killing him slowly. He is a heart infected.
The Surgeon in him says that such a disease should be excised but he can't bring himself to feel anything but the most human emotions in regards to her.
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"She reciprocates."
Nathan's eyes go wide behind his glasses. It's Mag, their mutual friend and confidant. Mag who can see nothing and apparently everything.
This is what makes him pause. she's never seen Marni, or Rotti, how-
"...Doctor Wallace, I don't have to see to be aware of how much you care for her-or how much she...thinks..." And Mag's voice trails off here, "That she feels the same."
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That's how far it goes. From there it's Romeo and Juliet without the happy ending. It ends (as all good tragedies should) high above the dystopia they call home.
"...And this is how you tell me?" Rotti Largo's hands curl over his sherry glass. In the dark he looks less like the man he thought that he was, "...The traitor and his whore."
That's the only time Nathan Wallace has ever lost his temper. His fist connects with him and suddnely his hands are around his throat. It's cartoonish, it's violent-
&
[036] Revenge
[OOC Note:
leftthefather and dyingking used with out permission and apologies. I had to find something to base this particular prompt.]In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbow'd.
- William Ernest Henley, "Invictus", 1875
He's Chief SurGEN at GeneCo, a job which carries more prestige then you'd think and it's prestige that Nathan likes. He's behind the scenes-Rotti Largo is it's face, Nathan Wallace is it's heart.
And she is it's soul.
And he can't tell her that because the way she stands there and takes his hand (as a friend) tears him apart inside. The way she leans to Rotti, puts her hand on his cheek, smiles, laughs, glows is killing him slowly. He is a heart infected.
The Surgeon in him says that such a disease should be excised but he can't bring himself to feel anything but the most human emotions in regards to her.
--------
"She reciprocates."
Nathan's eyes go wide behind his glasses. It's Mag, their mutual friend and confidant. Mag who can see nothing and apparently everything.
This is what makes him pause. she's never seen Marni, or Rotti, how-
"...Doctor Wallace, I don't have to see to be aware of how much you care for her-or how much she...thinks..." And Mag's voice trails off here, "That she feels the same."
---------
That's how far it goes. From there it's Romeo and Juliet without the happy ending. It ends (as all good tragedies should) high above the dystopia they call home.
"...And this is how you tell me?" Rotti Largo's hands curl over his sherry glass. In the dark he looks less like the man he thought that he was, "...The traitor and his whore."
That's the only time Nathan Wallace has ever lost his temper. His fist connects with him and suddnely his hands are around his throat. It's cartoonish, it's violent-