help i'm alive

lips are for biting here...

2009-11-10T03:14:58Z

Things I wish to share!

- Trailer for Prince of Persia

- My thoughts on the above, to Mr. Bruckheimer et al: PLEASE DON'T SUCK. I played the PoP game you based this film on to the point of insanity. My mother got addicted to watching me play and was my loyal backseat driver for a huge chunk of it. This game is my high school years. Looks like you've fed the story some steroids, which is fine, because it looks like you've got the visuals to back it up. So you changed the princess's name for no reason, your "Persian" prince is white like wonderbread and everyone speaks the king's English. You preserved the witty banter and the crazy parkour platforming. JUST PLEASE DON'T SUCK. (Also, did he seriously say "a-sand-ssins"? Say no, Mr. Bruckheimer. Say no.)

Songs!

Muse - Uprising : in my head, this is a fantastic fanvid for Star Trek XI. Who's with me?

Florence and the Machine - Drumming Song : (as I move my feet towards your body/I can hear this beat, it fills my head up/and gets louder and louder)

Florence and the Machine - Hardest of Hearts : (there is love in your body but you can't get it out/it gets stuck in your head, won't come out of your mouth/sticks to your tongue and shows on your face/that the sweetest of words have the bitterest taste)

Finally, a meme!

Pick a pairing from my fandoms (including whatever RP 'verse you care to throw at me), and come up with a location and/or situation, and I will write you between 50 and 250 words about the kiss that happened in that context.

I adored this one when I did it a year ago; gimme prompts, people!

Pea Ess : New favorite song lyric. "I'm tryin' to find the words to describe this girl without being disrespectful."

it's not a dream anymore...

2009-11-08T21:53:34Z

Stolen shamelessly from lienne

Take ~~four~~ I LIKE TEN books off your bookshelf.
- Write the first sentence
- Write the last sentence on page fifty
- Write the second sentence on page one hundred
- Write the next to the last sentence on page one hundred fifty
- Write the final sentence of the book
- Let your friends guess what book it is.

One
First: He was not the most honest or pious of men, but he was courageous.
Last on 50: "My faith! What a great truth, that is," he replies, still amused, and winking at me.
Second on 100: The count went to him, and Diego Alatriste heard them exchange a few words in low voices.
Second to last on 150: "It may have been because although the man was facing death, he asked for mercy for his companion, not himself."
Final: And through the rain, I heard his laughter growing faint in the distance.

Two
First: Chains snarled the courtyard behind the derelict cannon foundry in Applecross: spears of chain radiating at every angle, secured into walls with rusted hooks and pins, and knitted together like a madwoman's puzzle.
Last on 50: Sypes set down his feather and creaked himself forward to peer into the eyepiece of the aurolethiscope, and for a sinful moment Fogwill wondered if the sound had come from the chair or from his master's aged bones.
Second on 100: Ichin Tell then muttered blessings while the first temple guard opened the Sinners' Well--a shaft through the killing stage into the abyss below--ready to receive the body after the soul had been redeemed.
Second to last on 150: "Happens to me all the time."
Final: "Iril...," he began.

Three
First: The cold air blowing in through the vents still carried a faint tang of overheated metal and burned equipment.
Last on 50: Trade at least a ship for a ship.
Second on 100: "It must've sent a report to the base."
Second to last on 150: "We've sighted major elements of the Syndic fleet exiting the jump point."
Final: "Eventually, I'm going to take this fleet home, no matter who or what stands in the way."

Four
First: Elantris was beautiful, once.
Last on 50: "How did you ever find this place?" Raoden asked eagerly.
Second on 100: The children led her to a massive set of stone stairs that ran up the side of the outer wall.
Second to last on 150: Most importantly, everything he said about Iadon was true.
Final: "...He was our savior."

Five
First: It happened every year, was almost a ritual.
Last on 50: He began studying to be a journalist in Stockholm when he was twenty-one, but interrupted his studies after the first year to do his military service as a rifleman in Kiruna in Lapland.
Second on 100: They worked at it for three months.
Second to last on 150: The group consisted of about thirty available individuals, men and women of varying ages.
Final: She tossed Elvis into a dumpster.

Six
First: The comet's tail spread across the dawn, a red slash that bled above the crags of Dragonstone like a wound in the pink and purple sky.
Last on 50: "Your brother Jaime keeps losing battles."
Second on 100: Even Sam--his father's House was sworn to Highgarden, whose Lord Tyrell supported King Renly.
Second to last on 150: "When did you grow so devout?" Davos said.
Final: I'm not dead either.

Seven
First: It started when David came in from the lawn absolutely furious.
Last on 50: "I'll need his will, if any, to see who benefits."
Second on 100: "Aren't you playing in exalted company!"
Second to last on 150: He made a tick against something on one of his piles of notes.
Final: Carmichael waved once to the child and walked away up the dirty London street.

Eight
First: Maya reached out and took her father's hand as they walked from the Underground to the light.
Last on 50: Santa Monica Canyon was an enclave of expensive houses built on a two-lane road that lead down to the beach.
Second on 100: Four surveillance cameras were hidden in the guest suite.
Second to last on 150: The roof of another building was six feet across the alleyway, one floor lower than where they were trapped.
Final: The flock of seabirds was resting on the beach and, as the Traveler approached them, they rose up to heaven, keening and calling to each other.

Nine
First: From her arrival at the docks to the appearance of Roger's letter, written on crisp Ministry paper and signed with his full name, on her maid's silver tray at breakfast, three months had passed.
Last on 50: Miss Temple decided that whoever laid out the house was unhealthily fixated with length.
Second on 100: The more he worried over the events of the previous day and night, the more he berated himself for impulsive nonsense--all the more now that there was no announcement of Trapping's death.
Second to last on 150: He crawled gracelessly onto the floor of a dark room, and pulled the window closed.
Final: Black night above and around him, mocked by a chilling wind, Doctor Svenson looked helplessly at the impossibly distant gondola and began to climb, hand over bloodied hand, gasping, sobbing, all the terrors of hell screaming below his feet, his eyes now screwed shut in agony.

~~Ten~~ SOLVED Starship Troopers by Robert Heinlein
First: I always get the shakes before a drop.
Last on 50: "They reproduce by fission...like all bacteria."
Second on 100: Maybe they'll be able to do without us someday.
Second to last on 150: So it did go on, for a long, tedious, painful time.
Final: She switched it on: "To the everlasting glory of the Infantry--"

Go to town, kids. Will let this run until about Wednesday or so and then will start revealing titles one at a time.

i'm licking my wounds, i'll shut my eyes...

2009-11-08T04:54:51Z

Random post is random!

So...who thinks Mary Anne should come down with the flu and become convinced she's chosen by God to save France? I have Fun Ideas involving illness versus tarot powers.

Am working on getting caught up on tags. Made the mistake of sleeping in my contacts last night which left me with ridonkulous light sensitivity for most of the day. Watched movies with a blanket over my head.

Pretty sure I've come up with my most ambitious cosplay idea to date. It's not something I'd be able to do in the coming year, maybe for the year after, because it's going to be architectural as much as sewing and will involve armor and all kinds of crazy shit. But as far as I know, nobody's done it before and that needs to change. Plus I picked up canon again this week and remembered just how much I love the character. (Vague Kat is vague! XD But you're welcome to try and guess.)

Um...those are all my thoughts for now, but there's always a decent chance for music later. Peace out, kids.

the transmissions will resume...

2009-11-05T02:40:15Z

Question: anyone else have some issues with lj notifs lately? Because I just saw one tag I know I never got notif'd for and now I am paranoid there may be others.

If there's anything you think I didn't see, tag here! Or just tag here because you love me!

shore up the crucifixes...

2009-10-31T22:00:51Z

In honor of Halloween, I thought I'd share with y'all some music and good old fashioned creepy fanfic recs.

Neko Case - Furnace Room Lullaby : (i twisted you under and under to break you/i just couldn't breathe with your throne on my chest)

People in Planes - Vampire : (who is the spy in your campaign?/is it the wife or is it your advisor?/I wanna suck the blood from their veins)

That Handsome Devil - Viva Discordia : (life, it ain't all roses, though/you go where you're supposed to go/woke up in a mobile home/her kidney sold in Tokyo)

Jen Titus - O Death : (no wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold/nothing satisfies me but your soul)

Sufjan Stevens - The Seer's Tower : (still I go to the deepest grave/where I go to sleep alone)

The fic recs (which, oddly enough, are all Star Trek reboot)

Name the Stars : a horror-love story

Untitled : a House of Leaves drabble

Divinity Defined by Echo : a longer exploration of the house

And now I'm really tempted to haul my own copy of House of Leaves off the shelf.

sweeter than heaven and hotter than hell...

2009-10-29T04:24:18Z

Floreeeeence! Why are you so awesome?!

I'd embed this fucker, but they took out the embed code.

I can't even begin to articulate all the things I love about this song, and the video floors me. THE DRUMS. The way the motion just gets more and more frenetic, how she starts dancing with her whole body. Florence just being goddamn gorgeous.

~~And this may be my new contender for Kite!karaoke, I KNOW I KEEP CHANGING MY MIND BUT GODDAMN FLORENCE TOO AWESOME.~~

Lyrics are here if you want to take a look.

and i'm saving the world at eight...

2009-10-26T04:38:19Z

Been on a very random writing binge lately. Still plugging away at prompts for the kink meme, got sucked into a Sleeping-Beauty-inspired M_M crossover, and I must have been spending too much time on issenterprise because now I've also got the makings of a Mirrorverse AU/M_M crossover and ooooh it's so fucked up but I'm writing it all the same and we'll see if it ever gets posted.

Also curious as to the workplace's policy on Halloween. Not sure what I'll wear if they're cool with it since pretty much all of my costumes are either sexually inappropriate, ones no one would get, or ones no one would get and sexually inappropriate. Maybe I'll just wear a lot of black and my vampire fangs. Hm...

it's bad to do what's easy just 'cause it's easy...

2009-10-19T01:50:23Z

Swiped from God and everybody:

Pick a character/make up a pairing from ~~the list below~~ your braaaaains, and give me some kind of prompt (a line of poetry, a lyric, one word, a kink or cliche), and I will attempt at least 100 words of fic for you.

i'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you...

2009-10-14T04:56:19Z

Stolen shamelessly from Rog:

(1) List 10 celebrities you'd bang without even asking questions
(2) Put all of them in order (10-1, 1 is the hottest)
(3) Say which movie/show/thing it was that hooked you
(4) Supply photos for said people

10. Jeremy Irons: Can't recall first thing I saw him in, but OOOH that voice.

9. Micha Collins: Why yes, I am a Castiel fangirl. Because it takes something special to be God's little tax accountant and a complete dork.

8. Jamie Bamber: Saw him first in the Horatio Hornblower miniseries on A&E and was floored by him in BSG. In the immortal words of Richard Hatch, "Oh frak it, let's make love now!"

7. Damian Lewis: Band of Brothers. Forsyte Saga. Life. The Escapist. Hell, I even watched that shitty Alex Rider movie for this man. THAT IS DEVOTION.

6. Robert Downey Jr.: Honestly, first movie I saw him in and really sat up and took notice was Iron Man. I subsequently doubled back and watched everything I could get my hands on.

5. Jared Leto: Knew him first as "the guy playing Alexander the Great's boyfriend" and then I hunted down everything from Fight Club to Requiem for a Dream. And then I found out he had a band; three concerts in four years, God bless Chicago. But don't forget about VA when the new album comes out, okay bb?

4. Chris Pine: Because who doesn't want to bang Captain Kirk?

3. Ed Westwick: My LJ has largely escaped unscathed from my Gossip Girl addiction, but no longer! I could listen to this boy read the phonebook. In bed.

2. Karl Urban: because I saw him first in LotR, but I loved him (war mullet and all) in Chronicles of Riddick. I own Doom, people. 'Nuff said.

1. Viggo Mortensen: Man was my first real celebrity crush so he has to be number 1. He's an actor/poet/artist/professional badass. I'd hit that so hard, whoever could pull me out would be the king of England.

it is not what you want, but it is what you chase...

2009-10-13T04:38:40Z

I have to post this because godDAMN this song snuck up on me tonight and I can't stop listening to it. It's the stuff whitetext is made of and just...Listen to it.

Cake Bake Betty - The Spine Song : (and you're down/for the count/you are dancing with men/going around and around/and you're scared/and you're sure/that your spine will dissolve/you will fall to the floor/you will take/what you need/and the headaches will come/but at least you can breathe)

all alone in an empty room...

2009-10-12T02:54:54Z

I finally saw Jennifer's Body on Friday night. I went in expecting popcorn harmless fare and came out both more amused, scared and meta than I ever anticipated. It is (to steal my friend Jaci's description) like Mean Girls meets Ginger Snaps with a dash of The Exorcist. Go see it.

Also, because this looks like a fun meme:

A. Has my portrayal of a character(s) changed the way you think of him/her?

B. Pick one of my characters and I'll answer the following questions about him or her (to the best of my ability, with the understanding that if the character just looks at me, that's the answer you're getting).

1. What would your character kill for? What would they die for?
2. What would they refuse to do under any circumstances? Why?
3. What do they dream about?
4. What's their biggest fear?
5. What single object would they be most hard pressed to part with? Why?
6. What is their fondest memory?
7. What is their worst memory?
8. What or who was their most significant influence? Expound.
9. What do they believe makes a successful life?
10. What makes them laugh?
11. What are their religious views?
12. What is their greatest strength?
13. Do they have a fatal flaw? If so, what is it?
14. Who is the most important person in their life?
15. If they died, who would miss them most? How would they die?

C. Pick a fandom, any fandom I'm in. I will tell you some stuff that may involve canon ships, fanon ships, fanon trends, and whether or not I think things jumped the shark or went absolutely nuts, or where I myself stopped watching and why!

this is a promise with a catch...

2009-10-05T05:31:04Z

This is all Rog's fault, one hundred percent.

last ones of our kind

The door must not have shut all the way. It's the only explanation.

She sees Rizza off and then opens the door to go home, but she steps through before she realizes it's wrong and the door shuts behind her with an awful click.

Rizza is only a few steps in front of her; he turns and his eyes are very wide. As one, they lunge for the door, knowing before they open it that the bar won't be there. Rizza doesn't hesitate. "Come with me." He catches her by the wrist, leads her down the hall and into a room--a supply closet. He starts tossing bits of clothing at her, all in faded brown and sickly yellow; she lets them collect at her feet while she strips down.

She puts her vest back on first--backwards--and laces it as tight as she can stand. It's not perfect, but with baggy clothes layered on top, it's better than nothing.

Kite tugs the pins from her hair, gathering most of it back in a ponytail and brushing the rest into her face. It isn't quite enough, but people will see what they expect to see, and that is certainly not a woman here.

Rizza eyes her critically. "Stay close to me. Stay quiet. And one more thing."

He punches her square in the mouth. She lunges at him, spitting and furious. He sidesteps and doesn't quite smile, fingers brushing her newly split lip. "Nobody will believe you're with me without it."

'Temporary transfer' is their cover story; she doesn't ask how he gets the guards to play along.

The first time they step out into the yard, she attaches herself to Rizza like a shadow, watching inmates watching her through her hair. Someone's hand grazes her hip; she flinches, stumbles and bumps into Rizza, then flinches again. There's a ripple of laughter.

"Nervous little thing, isn't he?"

"I'll have to see if I can get him to relax," Rizza replies, cupping the back of her head with one hand.

She twists into and away from the touch at the same time. "Time to get the lay of the land, hm?" He heads for the stairs and after a calculated hesitation, she rushes to catch up. When he closes the cell door behind them, she stretches, shaking out her limbs.

Rizza studies her carefully. "You're awfully good at that."

She doesn't quite smile. "I spend a lot of time with actors and whores. I picked up a thing or two about giving a performance."

They go down to the mess hall for dinner; she steals bites off his tray while he talks to other people. Afterward, it's back to the yard for cards and hushed conversations; she leans against him, drowsing, and he lets her, sometimes reaching up to cradle her head, pulling it closer against him in a way that feels practiced.

An alarm goes off, a signal, and everyone starts shuffling back to their cells. Rizza gathers his cards. On the way to the stairs, someone cuts between them, and when the way clears, she can't see Rizza anywhere. The first one comes from behind and to the left.

There are knives in her clothes but she doesn't dare use them. If she uses them, she will kill somebody and if she kills somebody, she won't be able to just slip out of here when a door presents itself. They'll trap her and keep her, stone walls all her days and not even her mother's view of the sky.

She fights with a little more finesse than they're used to. She thinks she can hear bets being placed; everywhere she goes, she's always in the Lower City.

She takes a hit to the kidneys, a backhand across the face. She doesn't think her nose is broken, only bleeding. Someone goes for her knees, but she knows that trick--jumps, twists, kicks him hard in the ear. She's swinging for her next opponent when suddenly there is no one and she can see what comes next: the guards and a locked door and worse if they find her out--

But the one everyone clears a path for is Rizza. He walks right up to her, stopping a hairsbreadth away. She slumps, forehead resting against his chest.

"You alright?" he asks, so soft she nearly misses it.

"Yeah." Before she finishes the word, his hand closes at the juncture of neck and shoulder. He hauls her up the stairs and she stumbles after, pulling against his grip in a way that almost isn't feigned.

He shoves her into his cell and shuts the door behind her.

"Rizza!" The door won't open. "Rizza!"

Another cell in another tower; even in this world, they know where she belongs. She curls up in the far corner, knees to her chest, and waits.

She doesn't remember falling asleep.

Someone touches her cheek and she has a knife at their throat before she is fully awake. Rizza keeps still until her vision clears; when she puts the knife away, she doesn't apologize. He touches the blood on her face, but it's long since dried.

"You take care of it?" she asks. "Or am I gonna have to stay in here until you find the door?"

"I took care of it."

For the first time, she notices there is more blood than hers on his shirt.

"Was that a test? Leaving me in the open?"

"No."

She can't tell if he's lying. She decides she doesn't really want to know.

He stands and she lets him pull her up after.

When his fingers reach for the hem of her shirt, she raises her arms.

When he reaches for her, she makes it a fight, because this should not be easy. She bloodies his lip. His hands find the places that haven't yet become bruises, bearing down until she hisses through her teeth. He pulls her toward him, but she sees to it that he hits the bed first.

They sleep tangled and twined, with her knives under the pillow.

In the morning, he helps her dress with the same precision; last night in reverse.

When the cell door leads back to the bar, they wear matching expressions of disappointment.

i will do what you ask me to do, because of how i feel about you...

2009-10-04T02:34:11Z

This is what happens when I don't stay caught up on my internet.

(Also, if you haven't been following st_xi_kink religiously, this post may have no meaning for you, so feel free to scroll.)

Two days ago, the great st_anon announced she would be closing the Star Trek XI Kink Meme. I completely understand her reasons and the fact that she's kept up with this juggernaut since May is astounding to me. Still, it's the end of an era, and the end of an era deserves to be commemorated.

I had planned on making this post on Star Trek Day (November 17th), but today seems more appropriate. Under the cut are the six things I wrote for the kink meme. Please heed all warnings.

in the dark (kirk/mccoy)

reach out and touch faith (nero/chekov; warnings for dubcon, knifeplay)

raised by wolves (nero/kirk, kirk/mccoy; warnings for attempted rape, dubcon)

things you think at times like these (girl!nero/kirk; warning for noncon)

what chain reaction (kirk/mccoy; also available de-anon'd here)

the war in your head (omc/mccoy, kirk/mccoy; warning for noncon)

I have two more prompts in progress, and I am plotting sequels to "raised by wolves" and "what chain reaction." They'll go up on the new home for ST kink, st_xi_kink_meme The sequels will be de-anon'd, but I'm going back undercover for the rest I think. What can I say? Anonymity is like a warm, sexy blanket.

well done, sycophants!

2009-10-03T03:04:59Z

ROOOOOOOOOOG! (And everyone else who likes Mad Men!)

MAD MEN WITH MUPPETS

My day. So made.

cross the room to me...

2009-09-27T02:15:52Z

As I'm moving down my to do list, MUSIC PIMP TIME.

Florence and the Machines - Blinding : flailed about this one a while ago, but here it is for your DLing pleasure. (seems that I have been held, in some dreaming state/a tourist in the waking world, never quite awake)

Bat for Lashes - Use Somebody (Kings of Leon cover) : because I loved the original so much, I thought it couldn't get better. and then there was this.

Delta Goodrem - Mistaken Identity : (I was always walking one step ahead/or so I thought until the monster crawled into my bed/rewind and erase that shocked look on your face/cause your mona lisa is dead)

Missy Higgins - Hold Me Tight : (hold me tight/cause I'm losing all the energy to fight/yeah hold me tight/I've been throwing pointless flares into your night)

The Mountain Goats - Thank You Mario But Our Princess Is In Another Castle : the title alone is amazing, but the song is fantastic. (I kept my hat on just for luck/sang simple tunes the whole night through/I wondered if I'd wake to find myself in flames/as I waited here for you/yeah when you came in/I could breathe again)

yesterday's girl is not what you see...

2009-09-25T02:30:22Z

Who has two thumbs and finished her epic work project of DOOM today?

THIS GIRL, THAT'S MOTHERFUCKING WHO.

There will be music pimps! And tags, SO MANY TAGS. And also a break for XBox at some point.

I am working from home tomorrow. The joy that fills me with cannot be measured.

just another candle chasing a spark...

2009-09-21T02:31:32Z

Good news: ubermassive work project of DOOM is now not due until Thursday morning. :D

Bad news: I had banked on it being due Tuesday morning, even coming up with a crazy cool plan to stay up all night Monday with the power of caffeine and then crash Tuesday afternoon, followed by celebratory Halo 3: ODST and entrance posts. D:

This means I'm still gonna be a little spazzy on the internets for most of this week, kids, but I'll be keeping up with my slowtimes as best I can. YOU ALL ROCK FOR PUTTING UP WITH ME.

Best news: Texas beat Texas Tech last night. HOOK 'EM, HORNS!

Also, those of you still waiting on drabblets from the previous meme, I have not forgotten you! Working on those will keep me sane when I wish to froth at the mouth in my cubical.

but I don't really want you to stop and you know it so it doesn't stop you...

2009-09-16T03:12:21Z

Because you can never have too much meme in your diet:

Ask me about a pairing I have written (or haven't and you think I should write) and I will give you five facts about them or a ficlet or a song that is CLEARLY THEIR SONG or what they order from the Chinese place down the street, etc, etc.

i'll be your girl backstage at your show...

2009-09-14T03:56:10Z

Was feeling inspired tonight, so I redid my layout.

walksbyherself

:D?

this is just to say...

2009-09-08T03:38:07Z

I have swag and 218 pictures and stood in the presence of famous people and danced 'til I was grody and so many stories, and there are threads to tag and entire weekend's worth of f-list to get caught up on but I AM HOME.

georgia on my mind...

2009-09-04T04:27:49Z

Going to DragonCon, brb.

Slowtimes on hold; will tag if possible, but highly unlikely.

Follow my adventures @therunningfree.

See you guys on Monday.

but you and i, we've been through that, and this is not our fate...

2009-09-01T04:18:22Z

This is sort of a repeat from twitter, but I want to have a space to flail in more than 140 characters.

I finally finished BSG tonight.

Oh holy fuck. Oh show.

I cried like a bitch through most of the last bit and just when I thought I was okay, fucking Baltar gets choked up and I lose it all over again.

Also, THE ENDING. THE VERY VERY ENDING. RON MOORE I LOVE YOU, YOU CRAZY FUCK.

"You know it doesn't like that name." Mwahahaha! Srsly, I think Head!Six/Head!Baltar may be my ultimate OTP for this series. They are reasonably functional! Nothing bad happens to them! That's all the justification I need, bb.

I am so beyond stoked for this weekend and the BSG panel. And the BSG party, oh my frakking gods.

Also, did I mention I pre-bought my tickets for the EJO photo op? I GET TO TOUCH ADAMA. ALL SHALL LOVE ME AND DESPAIR.

felt it in my fists, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids...

2009-08-31T05:24:41Z

Okay, I haven't made one of these mini!posts in a while, but I have to get this out of my system before I crash tonight.

If there ever were a "Kite's evil!karaoke" song more her than Metric's 'Help, I'm Alive,' it would be Florence and the Machine's 'Blinding.' I can't even fully explain what it is about it that's her, except that it is. (Plus, it's just a badass song in its own right.)

Lyrics here and YouTube here.

(no more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world)

Yeah, this is about the level of intelligent commentary you get from me at close to 1:30 AM.

what if this storm ends and i don't see you as you are now ever again...

2009-08-26T04:54:08Z

So yeah, I don't totally know what this is or where the hell it came from, but I have a thing for dreamscapes and metaphors and my newest girl hadn't gotten one yet, so I guess this is it.

Fair warning, most of the evens in this fic take place almost simultaneously over an unclear period of time, so a little confusion is...sort of built into it, but I hope it's not so confusing, it isn't enjoyable. :D?

a little dust never stopped me none

She wakes up in Dublin. She wakes up in New Zealand. She wakes up in Georgia.

Her body is in the infirmary and she does not wake up at all.

She swings her feet off of the couch and stands up. The house is empty; she knows that before she ever leaves the living room. She walks out the back door and down the yard. She can see the ocean from here.

She swings her feet off the bunk and stands up. The building is empty; she knows that before she ever leaves the cell. She walks out onto the landing and then down the stairs. She can see the bloodstain at the very bottom.

She swings her feet off the bed and stands up. The house is empty; she knows that before she ever leaves the guest room. She walks down the hall and pauses by the screen door. She can see--

A new arrival, scared out of his mind. It's a wonder more people don't show up like this. They're trying to calm him down. Something's in his hand, she doesn't recognize what it is. The others must, because they're keeping back and she steps forward

She steps back and rubs at her sternum.

She goes down to the ocean and walks in up to her knees. The water tugs at her ankles and she buries her feet in the sand.

She takes a seat on the bottom step, elbows on her knees. She reaches forward to touch the stain.

"I wouldn't do that."

She looks up. The man's head is covered in blood; it is still wet but does not drip. "Antony."

She steps forward and something hits her in the chest. She falls back onto the floor, knocks over a chair and somewhere someone is yelling but she can't make out the words. She tries to sit up and that's a bad idea oh Lady the blood

Her fingers brush the edge of it, rust-colored and dry. Someone tried to clean it up, but not very hard.

"Did my brother send you?"

"No." Rizza leave him she says or tries to say but her mouth is full and she spits someone call a doctor I am I'm oh fuck "He didn't."

Her feet slide out of the sand and she goes deeper.

The water is up to her waist.

"Miss?"

She turns. The man looks like someone she should know, hair more silvered than brown but still familiar. "Sir?"

He smiles. "Just wondering what you're doing in my house, young lady."

"I...don't know." She glances to the door. "I could go--"

"The hell you will. C'mon, there's tea in the kitchen."

She follows him, quiet and obedient for reasons she doesn't understand.

Tony's hands are empty. Tony is holding the wooden box.

He lifts the lid and the water is up to her chest.

"How do you like your tea?"

When she doesn't answer, he just chuckles and pours her a glass. "Smart girl. Shouldn't fool with perfection."

She chokes a little on the first sip; the tea is so cold that it makes her chest hurt.

He is trying to hold the blood in she is trying to tell him something but what what what he leans over and she leans up feels something tear but that's not as important as this--her lips grazing skin--and when she falls back she can see the red lip print on his throat

The glass shatters on the kitchen floor. "Oh--oh, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

"Don't apologize." He throws a towel over the shards, nudging them into a pile with the side of his shoe. "Let me get you another."

"No, I'm--"

We're losing her I'm lost they are tearing her open a hand around her heart

She's bent double in her chair, one hand clutching at her chest.

"You're not doing too well, are you, young lady?"

She gasps. there is no air "No, sir."

"Then I think it's time for you to get going."

"I can't."

"The hell." He crouches down in front of her, one hand on her knee. "Indulge an old man's curiosity?"

His fingers catch her under the chin and she manages to lift her head. After the space of three ragged breaths, he smiles. "You be good for my son, understand?"

"Yes, sir."

The water closes over her head.

"Time of death--"

She's choking, water all down her throat, coughing and coughing and it won't move, what a stupid way to die. Someone's hand is on her forehead, pushing her back and she has to be still, be still sweetheart, it's to help you breathe--

She wakes up.

There's a tube down her throat and a hand in her hair. She turns toward it even as it draws away.

"Can't cut you loose just yet," McCoy murmurs.

She already knows what the scar will look like.

listen to the wind blow, down comes the night...

2009-08-24T04:48:55Z

Dump post!

Got the sleeves sewn on my girl!Graverobber coat today. Meant to get the collar on also, but my sewing machine hates the collar for reasons beyond my understanding. Will have to seal it with hand-stitches and will probably save myself a migraine and attach it to the coat the same way. After that, will need to turn the edges and sew in the elastic for the glowsticks. Need to get that knocked out in the next day or so, so I can turn my attention to the phaser holsters.

Also, two more songs!

Florence and the Machine - My Boy Builds Coffins : (My boy builds coffins and I think it's a shame/that when each ones been made, he can't see it again/he crafts every one with love and with care/then it's thrown in the ground, it just isn't fair)

Kathleen Edwards - Sure as Shit : (I sure as shit do love you/and I cuss because I mean it/and for that in my heart I am hopeful/and these words that I chose/I was so careful)

Finally, this plotbunny roared up and bit me yesterday, so I started writing today. I haven't done trippy dreamscape fic in a while, and this one is practically writing itself. You get the first two lines.

She wakes up in Dublin. She wakes up in New Zealand. She wakes up in Georgia.

Her body is in the infirmary and she does not wake up at all.