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hc_bigbangHow is everyone doing so far? The first check in is coming up in about two weeks...off topic real quick, I have a baby rat tickling me like all hell here LMAO!
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If you would like to share a snippet of your story, you are more than welcome to do so! Try to keep your snippets between 100 and 150 words and utilize the snippet tags when you submit your entries :)
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Date: 2011-12-31 06:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-01 03:01 am (UTC)*
“Good morning everyone. We have gathered here today to bid farewell to Burt Hummel...”
How could words be so beautiful and yet so empty at the same time? Finn’s eyes prickled and he took a second to get a hold on himself before looking up. He was careful not to meet anyone’s eyes as he glanced around the circle - he didn’t think he’d be able to keep it together if he caught a pair of sympathetic eyes. That would be way too much to handle.
Kurt was stiff as a board beside him. Finn kept waiting for him to cry, or perhaps even lean into the hold Mr Scheuster had around his shoulders. But Kurt didn’t move. He just stared at his father’s coffin like he didn’t really know what it was. The only other person in the crowd with that expression was Brittany - and Finn was pretty sure that she wore it because she was genuinely confused.
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Date: 2012-01-01 03:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-01 03:03 am (UTC)Then it sucked me in :)
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Date: 2012-01-01 03:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-01 03:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-02 05:39 am (UTC)He knew he had to get more rest. You didn’t need to be a genius to know that the weight of his fatigue was beginning to drag him down and he was certain that Hotch at least had noticed. And Morgan. Morgan noticed a lot more about him these days… since Tobias Hankel. Though it was a year or more in the past now, the specter of Tobias still haunted Reid, like a persistent shadow at his shoulder, a glimmer of a ghost from the corner of his eye.
Sleeping meant dreams though, or more likely, nightmares, as he tossed and turned, reliving his torture at the hands of Tobias’s alters. Every new case seemed to become entangled in his memories of those two horrific days and nights. Every battered body brought back the agony of having the plank of wood slammed against his foot. Every wide-eyed dead stare reminded him of choking on his own vomit, knowing he was dying.
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Date: 2012-01-02 06:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-02 07:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-02 11:33 am (UTC)“Hey, sweetheart,” Toby stepped out of the shadows as he heard steps approach him. “Looking for some company tonight?” He near stepped back when the scent of days old sweat wafted towards him. Mark. One of his on and off regulars. Last time Toby spent a night with him he was down in Emergency the day after, getting his fingers splinted.
“You working tonight, Toby?” The corner of Mark’s lip curled. Toby felt his nails cut into his palm. A warm room for the night and enough for a meal in the morning, he reminded himself.
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Date: 2012-01-02 08:01 pm (UTC)Afterwards, when Rodney has left and John is alone in his office, he allows himself a few moments of brooding introspection, turning over the rock to study the selfish, ugly little pieces of John Sheppard. Those are the pieces he usually tries to keep hidden, that only comes wriggling out when he's lying awake in the middle of the night, thinking about all the what ifs and if onlys. It would be nice to be able to say that he's rooting for Rodney every step on the way. It would be nice to be able to say that the only thing he wants is for his best friend to be happy.
It would be nice to be able to say that there isn't a small part of him that fervently hopes that Keller will say no.
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Date: 2012-01-04 03:50 am (UTC)-n
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Date: 2012-01-04 03:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-07 09:40 pm (UTC)