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31 October 2008 @ 08:58 pm
Trick or treat?  
Okay, since I've asked two people and from tomorrow I doubt I'm going to work on something that it's not the Dust Bowl era (so I might treasure my last day of variety), I'm stealing this from slybrunette and eponine119. I'll try to do everything, though bear with me if it takes long.

Knock on my door, trick or treat me and I'm writing you a ficlet. Lost (no Ben and/or Keamy), Supernatural (possibly not het), Pushing Daisies, Stephen King's Dark Tower Series and anything you know I like is fine. Any prompt/rating is fine with me.
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Shona: lost - sayid + charlie (squeeeeee)toestastegood on October 31st, 2008 08:13 pm (UTC)
-flails-

Any domestic/cuddly Charlie/Desmond would make me squee and squee and squee, if you feel like writing it.
the female ghost of tom joad: lost des/charliejanie_tangerine on October 31st, 2008 08:43 pm (UTC)
I always feel like domestic ;)
As he feels Desmond's hand creeping under his shirt, Charlie raises his and lightly slaps it away, turning back his attention to the TV screen again, his other hand closed tightly around the remote. Like hell he's letting Desmond anywhere near it.

Two minutes later, the hand is there again and Charlie slaps it away and this time, he rolls his eyes, too.

Another five minutes later, just in this cliffhanger thing when he has his breath held, the hand doesn't waste time over his stomach and hovers dangerously over his waist, then lands down on his front pocket and slowly makes his way farther on its right.

There's a twitch that completely distracts Charlie from the movie and at this point he's glad that commercials have started. He turns to Desmond, slapping his hand away again with some suffering.

"Des, I said I was going to let you do anything you wanted after it was over."

"Aye, but I just bloody hate it!"

"Well, I don't. I'm bloody enjoying it, for your interest. And I already told you you're going to have your sodding way with me the second this is over."

"Charlie, I already have my way with you and you bloody know that, so why couldn't you just rent this and watch it when I'm not present?"

"You don't have your way with me whenever you wish anyway."

"Yes I do, and don't change the subject."

"Well, I might just want it to watch it with you?"

Desmond rolls his eyes and sits back on the couch, shaking his head as the commercials end and Back To The Future starts again. If Charlie wishes to see this bloody sorry excuse for a movie he'll sit through it, but that'll be it. And then Charlie is so going to pay for this, except that he's sure Charlie will end up enjoying it. He just hates him sometimes.

He more or less successfully blanks out for the whole movie until he finally sees credits rolling up the screen; he snatches the remote from Charlie with a movement so fast that he's almost surprised of himself; then he turns the TV off and throws it someplace far.

Then he doesn't lose time and places himself on the couch over Charlie, who lies on there with something of a wicked grin on his lips and his slightly longer than usual hair spreading over the couch's armchair. Desmond is so determined to wipe that grin out. Charlie is so going to learn that he won't get subjected to something such as this any soon.

"Des?"

"Yeah?"

Charlie's voice is hoarse and Desmond can't help licking his lips. If Charlie has much more to say, he'll make sure he says it tomorrow morning.

"If I really let you do anything you want, you think we could watch the sequels, too?"

Desmond rolls his eyes again because he just has to, then doesn't even answer and crushes his mouth against Charlie's, feeling it open immediately; as his tongue traces Charlie's lips slowly and he imagines everything he's going to do in a very short while, he wonders if Charlie was really serious about watching the bloody sequels. He so hopes he isn't, but as Charlie's hand sneaks beneath his jeans he figures that maybe he could endure it.

Maybe.

Edited at 2008-10-31 08:44 pm (UTC)
Re: I always feel like domestic ;) - toestastegood on October 31st, 2008 08:48 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: I always feel like domestic ;) - janie_tangerine on October 31st, 2008 09:46 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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domestic j/j shall be, then. - janie_tangerine on October 31st, 2008 11:44 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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Re: domestic j/j shall be, then. - janie_tangerine on November 1st, 2008 06:20 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: I always feel like domestic ;) - falafel_musings on November 1st, 2008 12:45 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: I always feel like domestic ;) - janie_tangerine on November 1st, 2008 10:04 am (UTC) (Expand)
inthekeyofd: Foxy-smiling-mediocrechickinthekeyofd on October 31st, 2008 08:15 pm (UTC)
I'd totally feel guilty leaving a prompt after the mother of all plot bunnies I left on your last post. ;)
the female ghost of tom joad: lost sawyer *g*janie_tangerine on October 31st, 2008 08:19 pm (UTC)
You still can, if everything goes like I plan I'm keeping the other plot stuff for the next two weeks anyway ;)
(no subject) - inthekeyofd on October 31st, 2008 08:25 pm (UTC) (Expand)
and laundry shall be. - janie_tangerine on October 31st, 2008 10:06 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: and laundry shall be. - inthekeyofd on October 31st, 2008 11:46 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: and laundry shall be. - janie_tangerine on November 1st, 2008 12:09 am (UTC) (Expand)
elliotsmelliot: Pushing Daisies Digby/Pigbyelliotsmelliot on October 31st, 2008 08:16 pm (UTC)
Oooh - how about a Pushing Daisies/Lost crossover!
the female ghost of tom joad: lost otpjanie_tangerine on October 31st, 2008 09:39 pm (UTC)
okay, let's pretend that Ned was on the plane. Extremely long ;)
Boone Carlyle was twenty-two years, seven months, one day, two hours and six minutes old when he died from the injuries he sustained after falling from a beechcraft located on the lost island in the South Pacific where he had crashed one month, a week and one day earlier along with other forty-eight people. It was not a quick death nor a painless one; not a quick one since about five hours passed since his fall and the moment in which he exhaled his last breath and nor a painless one because he had to endure many sufferances, starting from a collapsed lung and ending with internal bleeding and a crushed leg. Sure, Jack Shephard, the only doctor among all of the survivors, who was thirty-seven years, five months, two days, three hours and forty-two minutes old in that specific moment, had given him a choice (that implied amputating his leg), but Boone had realized his time was over and pledged Jack to let him go then. He died exactly two minutes and fifty-two second after, but not without any regret, since his last words died on his lips before his sentence was over.

The facts were these: for a while, Boone had been in love with his step-sister Shannon, and this business also ended up in a one-night stand that wasn't healthy for their relationship under any mean; even though he had thought he was over it and he was over it after all, just as he was dying he felt the need to tell her that he still cared for her and always would have. But Shannon wasn't there and so Boone had set on telling Jack; but here comes the second problem, because one of the reasons he was over Shannon was that he had grown a crush of epic proportions on Jack. He knew his feelings weren't ever going to be possibly returned, but he had wished to tell him that, too, before going. He sadly could not.

The burial was set for the next day and pretty much everyone could see Shannon, who was twenty years, one month, three weeks, sixteen days, fifty minutes and two seconds old when Jack told her the news, crying helplessly in the middle of the beach, as everyone could hear Jack telling her he was sorry he couldn't hear Boone's last words.

But among the other forty-eight survivors, there was one who had pretty much kept to himself all of this time for a good reason, but who couldn't just ignore such a heartbreaking situation. The young man in question was called Ned, he baked pies for a living and could bring back dead people to life.

The facts were these: Ned had discovered his gift when he was very young, first when he revived his golden retriever named Digby after he was hit from a truck, and then when he revived his mother who had suddenly fallen dead as she was baking a pie. But he had found out that his gift had a side effect: whoever he brought back to life would die again if Ned touched him or her again and if Ned didn't in one minute, something else was going to die in his or her place. He learned this on his skin when, after his mother was revived, the father of his childhood sweetheart, Charlotte 'Chuck' Charles, who lived in front of the street, died soon after and when his mother died as second time as she kissed him goodnight. Then, many years later, Ned found out that Chuck was killed during a cruise; he showed up at her vigil and there he just couldn't resist and brought her back to life, even though he knew he could never touch her again.
(no subject) - janie_tangerine on October 31st, 2008 09:39 pm (UTC) (Expand)
God, that was LONG. - janie_tangerine on October 31st, 2008 09:40 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: God, that was LONG. - elliotsmelliot on October 31st, 2008 10:10 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: God, that was LONG. - janie_tangerine on October 31st, 2008 10:22 pm (UTC) (Expand)
°°  £å  §âM¥  °°: The Dark Tower * Bert ♥lasamy on October 31st, 2008 08:28 pm (UTC)
TRICK OR TREAT?




madò ce ne sarebbero....MA quello che mi stuzzica è qualcosa della Torre...tipo Alain/Bert che passano il tempo mentre Roland è a spassarsela con Susan? XDDDD o qualunque cosa con quei due...e con calma.
the female ghost of tom joad: dark tower roland/eddiejanie_tangerine on November 1st, 2008 10:27 am (UTC)
cuthbert and al it is!
"Watch me."

"Oh, damnit. I give up."

"Come on, you just weren't... putting your head in the game?"

"Yeah. Maybe. But.. shit, Al, I can't play cards right now. And anyway you always beat me even when I pay attention."

Alain raises an eyebrow as he puts away the deck of cards; it isn't like Bert to admit that anyone is better than him at anything. Sure, it isn't that great blow to your ego when you admit that you aren't good at some card game, but still. That doesn't sound right. He stands up after he carefully folds the deck back together, then puts it in its place; Cuthbert is standing inside, leaning over the wall just next to the door of the Bar K. As always he's wearing just his jeans; he keeps on passing his fingers through his hair. Every gesture screams nervousness.

Alain comes closer, pretty sure that he knows the problem already. It's not like he hasn't sensed it anyway.

"I'm sure that if Roland wasn't where he is right now you'd be set on kicking my ass at Watch Me."

"Aye... hell, yes, and I probably couldn't anyway, but I'd surely have more fun than this. Fuck."

"Bert, he's... he's in love. What do you want to do about it?"

Cuthbert sighs and shrugs, his fingers finding the bird's skull hanging from his neck.

"I have no idea. I mean, I don't want to do nothing about it if he's happy and whatever, but here we're hijacking the whole mission and, if you lost the information along the way, he is the one in charge. Not me. Not you."

Alain nods; yeah, well, he knows that. It's not like it was any news at all, especially in his case. And he's grateful for it; he know he wouldn't have the necessary skill. As Cuthbert knows he doesn't, for how much they can argue about whether Roland is fit for the job anymore. He leans against the wall next to Cuthbert, then extends a hand that reaches one of their pigeons in the nearest cage. His finger lightly scrubs over the pigeon's neck.

"We need to do something."

"What do you suggest?"

"Oh, Al, Roland is in charge for a reason. I don't know. Telling him doesn't work anyway."

"Why, you told him?"

"Well, no. I... I tried to start some civil discussion on the subject, but he just nods and there it is. With any subject, actually."

"Do you think things will get dangerous?"

"What do you say?"

Alain closes his eyes and leaves the pigeon be. He can't lie and he won't; he senses things going wrong and has been sensing it for a while. And Cuthbert would probably find him out the second he tried to lie to him.

"I say you're right, Bert."

"You sensed it?"

"I've been for a while."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Didn't you just tell me that it's pointless?"

Cuthbert laughs briefly, shaking his head as hair falls over his face.

"I just did, ay... yes. Fuck, the day I really start talking like they talk here I'm throwing myself off some cliff."

"Don't joke."

"I'm not."

"Oh, I'm sure of that."

Cuthbert laughs again and Alain has to smile at that; he doesn't say anything nor moves when their hands accidentally brush as they move at the same time and for maybe a couple of seconds Cuthbert's fingers hold his palm.

"Al?"

"Yes?"

"How about another game?"

"Watch Me?"

"Of course."

"Why, you have any hope of winning?"

"Not really. Might as well try, right?"
Re: cuthbert and al it is! - lasamy on November 1st, 2008 10:38 am (UTC) (Expand)
falafel_musings: domfalafel_musings on October 31st, 2008 08:45 pm (UTC)
*knock, knock*

Anything with Ethan for me. He's my favourite creepy Lost villian. Bonus points if you write Ethan with Charlie. Toes has got me obsessed with Charlie-Ethan fics!
the female ghost of tom joad: thinkingjanie_tangerine on November 1st, 2008 12:42 am (UTC)
okay, let's see what I come up with...
Chasing after Shannon's boyfriends does make you develop a sixth sense after all. Or at least that's what Boone thinks, because while he never got the real motivation behind said boyfriends being jerks, he could just sense it. Anyway, the point is that there's that Canadian guy Ethan around camp that looks off.

There's something that Boone doesn't really get of that guy; sure, he talked to him once or twice and he was friendly and with a clear head or so it seemed, which surely wasn't a quality to despise in their situation, but he still doesn't like the guy. He just doesn't.

He gets nervous when he sees him walking around camp asking questions making it seem like it was casual conversation though it really isn't, he gets nervous when he's around him or Shannon or anyone, he gets nervous because sometimes he looks at him and he just looks sinister.

He especially doesn't like how he gets fixed on Charlie and Claire. Why, he might have been in a whole lot of trouble himself, but he notices things and no. It just doesn't click. But he's always hovering around her, or him when he's with her (never when he's alone). Boone loses at the golf tournament and badly not only because he has always sucked at golf, but because the guy was totally standing next to him and he just felt completely crept out, like he had the man's eyes on his back even if he was sure that he hadn't been watching him at all.

He had been watching Charlie. He's pretty sure. And since he's one that swings both ways himself and can recognize when one does, he can assure that Ethan doesn't swing any fucking way.

He doesn't say anything though. Before, there had been the water mess and he figured no one would have taken him seriously, then there was the inhalers business and well, worse than before. One day he tries to talk with Charlie, but everything he gets is that this Ethan is a nice guy who helps Claire sometimes and then Charlie runs off.

Sometimes he wonders whether someone would have believed him if he had told first. Before Claire was gone, before Charlie was hung, before Scott (or Steve?) was dead, before it all happened. After he dies, his sixth sense is silent and he doesn't feel it twitching again. But then again, who was going to believe him with such a stupid reason? He also remembers that after all, they had found it out after his suggestion to get the flight manifest. He remembers talking with Ethan the first few days after the crash and it makes him so sick that he can't sleep the whole night.

Only much later he will remember that if it hadn't been for Ethan, he would have never be the one to find that hatch, too.

Sorry, I really tried with Charlie and Ethan but I just can't channel the guy right ;) Hope this is good anyway!
Re: okay, let's see what I come up with... - falafel_musings on November 1st, 2008 12:57 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: okay, let's see what I come up with... - janie_tangerine on November 1st, 2008 10:00 am (UTC) (Expand)
train wreck waiting to happen: desfrank-good pornsassynach on October 31st, 2008 09:05 pm (UTC)
Awesome...I need this right now to recover from very recent excruciating phone call.

I'm not picky. As long as Desmond's involved. Slash (Sawyer or Sayid?) or not-Slash (Penny! or ME!) As racy as you can make it ;) LOL! I'm all good with NC-17.

I'll try to think of a prompt of some sort...but again. Not too picky at the moment :D
the female ghost of tom joad: lost des/sayid gropingjanie_tangerine on October 31st, 2008 10:45 pm (UTC)
rambling of the Des/Sayid kind ;)
It happens in a second or something like it. Desmond can't remember. He knows that one moment they were talking, or better, he was saying something once in a while and Sayid was staying in silence, and the other one they were sitting on his bed in his and Sayid's share cabin on the ship that was returning them to his personal hell. Penny isn't here, of course; but her life was worth enough going back with them. He knows he has business to fix himself; but he doesn't think about it now, not as Sayid's lips cover his, moving slowly against them, and as he can't help doing anything but reciprocate, his fingers running easily through Sayid's long, straight, raven-black strands of hair.

And he isn't doing this just because he's so desperate that he'll take any kind of thing that brings his mind away from the real world, but also because they have been sharing the cabin for a week (the only two alone, after all; fitting, right?) Sayid has barely given a sign of acknowledging he's here at all. And from nothing to this, that's quite the jump and Desmond doesn't really think that it'd be wise to stop. Especially if it manages to get Sayid out of his bloody mood which will probably end up rubbing on him soon.

And so they kiss; Sayid's lips are just so soft and Desmond shivers as Sayid's tongue runs across his bottom lip and then as Sayid lightly bites it; there's a shiver running down his spine and Desmond's other hand goes to Sayid's cheek, feeling his beard not as accurately trimmed as he would have thought, but after all it's not like he's taking much care of such things these days, either.

The kiss doesn't break and it's still slow; Sayid tastes of that spicy meat they had at dinner (that someone had at dinner; Jack hadn't touched food, for example) and Desmond's hands fall further down, around Sayid's waist, pulling him closer, feeling him moan into the kiss and pushing just a bit against him; Desmond's fingers find silk and expensive cloth and he can't just place it, not with the Sayid he had briefly known on that freighter.

But things have changed and he hopes Penny would understand if he's doing this right now, as his hand opens up Sayid's expensive, black trousers; as he takes him into his hand, as Desmond's thigh rubs against Sayid's leg and his hand gets Sayid off while Sayid's lips hover along his neck.

Sayid comes not much later and Desmond can't help feeling some kind of relief when he sees that those bloody expensive trousers which don't feel like Sayid at all are ruined. As he lies on the bed, waiting for Sayid to strip him down, he wonders whether this night they'll share the bunk or not. That feels more of a betrayal than anything else, but he feels like he needs it and like Sayid needs it; he doesn't even know if he'll see her again and he can't just stand the thought. He figures he and Sayid are both on their own right now; might as well being on their bloody own together, he thinks as Sayid's hands close over his hips and then his mind goes a completely different way until he comes, and comes hard as his body is shaken by countless shivers.

They do share the bunk, in the end. It's small, it's uncomfortable, the blanket is too small. It doesn't matter at all.
Re: rambling of the Des/Sayid kind ;) - sassynach on November 1st, 2008 12:01 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: rambling of the Des/Sayid kind ;) - janie_tangerine on November 1st, 2008 12:07 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: rambling of the Des/Sayid kind ;) - sassynach on November 1st, 2008 12:09 am (UTC) (Expand)
medievalist gone rogue: and the gunslinger followedthespiansparkle on October 31st, 2008 09:18 pm (UTC)
Trick or treat!


OK--I'm feeling Dark Tower (Roland-centric, it can be gen or whatever grabs you!), and if you could get Springsteen in there somewhere I would love you even more than I already do :)

Wait, I don't think that's possible.
the female ghost of tom joad: dark tower roland/eddiejanie_tangerine on October 31st, 2008 11:04 pm (UTC)
Everything is possible with yours truly. Might be Roland/Eddie-sh.
"On the day we sweat it ooout in the streets of a runaaaway Ameerican dream.."

Roland walks on the front of their little procession and it's a good thing, since no one can see the ghost of a smile traced on his lips. He doesn't need to turn around; he already knows the scene by heart. Susannah is pretending of being sick of Eddie singing randomly while he pushes her, though since he hasn't changed the repertory for a while maybe Susannah is getting seriously annoyed by now; Jake is probably pretending not to listen and...

"God, can't you just convince him to sing something else?" he whispers to Susannah, low enough for Eddie not to hear over his singing but enough for Roland to hear, indeed. He wouldn't have survived this long if he wasn't even able of hearing that anyway.

"We're in the Springsteen phase. I just wish I knew who the hell he is."

"Don't you tell me."

Roland shakes his head just slightly, his hand brushing the handle of his revolver for a second. He's sure that Eddie is rolling his eyes at the both of them in that slight pause before he starts again and...

"Baby this town rips the bones from your back, it's a death trap, it's a suicide rap, we gotta get out while we're young, 'cause tramps like us, baby we were born to ruuuuuuuuuun...."

Okay, maybe Eddie is not exactly the most in-key person of the whole world, but he's sure that right now Susannah is pretending that he has been shrieking and he isn't caring as usual, but Roland thinks he's not that off-key. Sure less off-key than Cuthbert ever was. He shakes his head, that's not the time for those memories, not just now, and then thankfully Eddie demands his attention again. Sort of.

"Together we could break this trap, we'll run till we drop, baby we'll never go back, will you walk with me out on the wire, 'cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider, but I gotta find out how it feels..."

Roland has to admit that this Spr... he-can't-remember-the-name guy isn't absolutely bad. Maybe if Eddie wasn't butchering that song so much as he's sure he is it'd sound even better, but Roland thinks that it has some pretty good lyrics. Nothing he has ever heard, but it's not like his and Eddie's and Susannah's and Jake's worlds collide musically much. For a second he wonders how it really sounds. How this... oh, damn, he needs to catch the name this evening when Eddie says it again, actually does sing it. Because fine, the lyrics are good and the music seems nice.

"Everybody's out on the run tonight but there's no place left to hide, together Wendy we'll live with the sadness, I'll love you with all the madness in my soul, someday girl I don't know when we're gonna get to that place where we really want to go and we'll walk in the sun, but till then tramps like us, baby we were born to ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun..."

He smiles again, unable to help it; he realizes that he doesn't really want to know. He just prefers this as it is. He isn't ever telling Eddie then, that'd be too much of a good occasion from his ego and then Susannah would have asked for his head or something. Dust moves from under his boots as Eddie finishes the song, followed by Jake sighing in relief; Roland doesn't say anything during the following discussion during which Eddie keeps on praising the musical abilities of Mr. Springsteen, but he sort of can't wait for the next round.

He figures he's really softening up way too much. But why does it feel like it's worth it?
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the female ghost of tom joad: dark tower roland/eddiejanie_tangerine on October 31st, 2008 10:20 pm (UTC)
I can do anything. Almost. ;)
Eddie doesn't really like it when random people stop him as he's walking down the road. Especially when it's people who smell too much like feds.

Like this one, for example. He's been going around with this '67 Impala of his for half an hour up and down this road, dressed in this suit that just fucking stinks of fed, though he's too young and too pretty to be a fed. And usually feds don't listen to Led Zeppelin, or at least Eddie thinks it's Led Zeppelin. Whatever, he doesn't like the guy around anyway. Maybe he was just one of those sons-of-the-random-boss that get parked somewhere even if they can't do shit in their life. He figures it's the only answer. He shrugs and stands up, if the guy really is a fed he needs to get away from here since he's got some stuff on him. Fuck Henry for always being late, he needs a fix and he needs for him to show up first. He starts walking down the road when the fed calls him. Fuck.

"Hey, man!"

He walks on pretending he hadn't understood it was him.

"Hey, I mean you with the short hair and jeans jacket!"

Well, if he doesn't stop now then the fed'll get suspicious.

"Yeah? Do you need anything?"

"Kind of. It's the first time here for me and I just... I'm freaking lost. Do you know where the Sixth Avenue is?"

"Sure, but aren't you a fed?"

"Yeah. Agent Van Zandt, at your service. Why?"

"Woah. I thought feds never lost themselves."

"Well, we do too, sometimes. So?"

"Oh, yeah. Sure. Turn back here, then straight up ahead, then turn left, then go straight for two streetlights and then left. Should be that one."

"Thanks, man, that was really appreciated."

"Oh, don't worry. Also, you're in the wrong direction. I mean, this is a one-way."

"Oh, shit."

The fed turns the car on itself and Eddie lets out a laugh. This one is so a false fed, though he never heard of people going around using Bruce Springsteen's guitarist's surname. Well, people are weird and at least this one isn't going to arrest him anytime soon.

"Hey, can I ask you another thing?"

"Sure. Okay. Anything. As long as it isn't about my personal life or my brand of underwear."

The fake fed laughs and shakes his head.

"No, I'm waiting for my partner. And he's totally oblivious to any kind of humor floating around here."

"Most people are."

"Yeah, I guess. Have you got anything that could really piss him off?"

"And why should you piss off your partner, man?"

"Just because."

"Okay. Fine. Why did the dead baby cross the road?"

"I wouldn't know."

"Because he was stapled to the chicken."

The guy laughs heartily and gains a couple of points with Eddie. Usually foreigners never like it.

"Oh, dude, that's just brilliant. Thanks again."

"No problem. And look at the street signs."

The fake fed nods and gets away, Led Zeppelin blasting again from the radio; Eddie shrugs and turns back where he was sitting. Henry still isn't here, fuck.
Re: I can do anything. Almost. ;) - lasamy on October 31st, 2008 10:25 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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Re: I can do anything. Almost. ;) - janie_tangerine on November 3rd, 2008 01:24 pm (UTC) (Expand)
weehobbit: LOST -- sawyer/juliet - left behindweehobbit on October 31st, 2008 09:57 pm (UTC)
Oooh! Trick or Treat!

Sawyer/Juliet - in a dharma house watching any Stephen King movie adaption (take your pick!). bickering/laughing/anything you feel like :D
the female ghost of tom joad: lost sawyer julietjanie_tangerine on October 31st, 2008 11:28 pm (UTC)
"Fuck, do we really have to do this?"

"Well, it's Halloween."

"Yeah, and you don't even know which freakin' year is it."

"Well, has to be later than 1995."

"How d'you know that?"

"There's The Mangler here. 1995, James."

"Fuck, Hot Lips, you can't be that much of a fucking dork over fucking Stephen King."

"Well, looks like I am. And since it's Halloween, I'd say we watch a King adaptation."

"Fine, fine, but I choose."

"Okay. So, no Mangler?"

"Like hell, sweetheart."

"Christine?"

"Like hell."

"Cujo?"

"Are you seriously expectin' me to watch a movie 'bout a fucking rabid possessed dog?"

"So you know what's it about?"

"Ain't that hard to miss the plot of that fucked up shit."

"Okay, It in two videotapes?"

"Please. Not six hours."

"The Shining?"

"Fine. Okay. That's good. Shining is fine."

"And Shining it is. Want some wine?"

"Fuck, yes."

...

"Woah, uncle Jack is just so terrible."

"Why would you say that?"

"Come on, ain't the guy supposed to get crazy after he gets there? That one's crazy from second two."

"So you did read the book?"

"Well, fine, I did."

"Hear the one with refined literary taste."

"Sugarkane, just shut the hell up."

"Yeah, sure, sure."

...

"OH FUCK!"

"Why, you didn't know there were the two twins?"

"That was fucking creepy."

"It's an horror movie, James."

"Well, I like westerns. Ain't there some horror western anywhere?"

"Yeah, but released after 1995."

"Fuck."

...

"Hey, you all right?"

"Yeah. Sure. Fine. I just didn't remember this... part. You know."

"The woman in the bath? Fuck, I remembered it and I don't even like King!"

"Well, I never said I thought The Shining was his best book. And anyway, this actress is horrible."

"Have to agree with you."

...

"Oh."

"You alright?"

"Yeah. Sure. You?"

"Peachy. Sure. Fine. Listen, can you wait a sec?"

"Well... I... okay. Go."

...

"What does this mean?"

"Means I'm suggestin' a change of movie. That thing's becomin' stupid."

"Stand By Me?"

"Always King, ain't it?"

"..."

"Well?"

"Fine. Put that on."

"Oh, finally. This fuckin' shit was really makin' me bored."

"Yeah, me, too."
(no subject) - weehobbit on November 1st, 2008 05:43 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - janie_tangerine on November 1st, 2008 09:47 am (UTC) (Expand)
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the female ghost of tom joad: supernatural dean/castieljanie_tangerine on November 1st, 2008 12:26 am (UTC)
Isn't too late at all! I'm kind of burned out though so I'll get around to this tomorrow, but you're so getting that ;) I couldn't refuse *sigh* ;)
okay, missing scene it is! - janie_tangerine on November 1st, 2008 02:06 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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Re: okay, missing scene it is! - janie_tangerine on November 1st, 2008 06:21 pm (UTC) (Expand)