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Star Wars - Cut Short- EXTERIOR, CANYON, JUNDLAND WASTES, TATOOINE, DAY -
( Luke Skywalker, C-3PO and R2-D2 hide behind a rock, looking out over a group of Sandpeople )
Luke: Yeah, they're Sandpeople, alright. I can see one of them, now.
( a Sandperson suddenly bursts up in front of them, and clubs Luke in the side of the head with his Gaffi stick )
Luke: (collapses to the ground, unconscious, bleeding profusely from the wound on his head)
( a noise, like a Krayyt Dragon is heard in the distance )
( the Sandpeople flee )
Obi-Wan: (kneels down next to Luke, and feels for a pulse... there is none) Shit... (looks up at C-3PO) What are you two doing here?
C-3PO: General Kenobi, it's so good to see you!
C-3PO: R2 has a message for you, from Princess Leia.
Obi-Wan: Leia..? (looks at R2)
R2-D2: (projects an image of Princess Leia)
Leia Hologram: General Kenobi, years ago... (you know how it goes)
Obi-Wan: ...who does she think I
Drunken EpiphanyI'm missing
Shed tears for
Slam my fist
Hard as I can
Were I not
My truth hurts
These lies are
I want it so badly, though
My Nose Starts To BleedWe all three have beers. My grandfathers and I. We say nothing, but exchange glances. I am alone here. I have exchanged.
Three stories down, in another part of this, there is a birthday party. There, sipping on Mai-Tais and enjoying the music.
When the lights go out, you can really feel it.
Waiting in the shadows, while it develops.
Hanging to dry, staring, and watching every angle and slide of a line.
Imagine if what were to happen?
These are difficult times
We'll discuss these things later
The television is only static, now
The only light
Shining off of a can in hand
We'll discuss this later
HiroshimaIn Hiroshima, I saw the last structural survivor of Little Boy's detonation. I saw it from all angles. I stood and I sat. I saw it through the lens of a camera, and on an LCD screen. I saw it as people walked by; people visiting like me, and people who walk that path often. It's called the Hiroshima Peace Park. The whole area is dedicated to world peace. All around, people peddle for names with clipboards; lists and petitions. Stop Nuclear War. Total Nuclear Disarmament. Would I not plead with them?
There is a diorama of children fleeing the burning rubble of the detonation of Little Boy; their clothes are burned and their skin is peeling off.
In Hiroshima, I saw the remains of an 8-year old boy: the burned rags that remain of his school uniform. He died just a few days after the blast.
What is this?A light finger running along this old wood grain. A table; plank of wood on stilts, laid out before the eyes of consumers... wanting to sit upright and tall, looking out across their comfort. What is this? Once a tree; jagged splinters so much paler beneath the thick varnish - thick slobbering of chemicals - some man with lung cancer or throat cancer or some disease. What is it? Become so infused with hatred for that which serves no function but the comforts and aesthetic senses of over-brained animals - of Martha Stewart. What is this piece of mangled wood that is so twisted from its original form that you can barely tell it once grew from the earth? All the lacquered wood, and the big televisions and designer toys.
Etched in the wood, ground in over years: embossing of homework through the pages; dents of a mixing bowl gripped by small hands; the varnish worn down in the middle from the meals placed on it again and again.
What is this?
Cold War30,000 feet over the arctic circle. We're heading for Russia. This time it's the real deal. My pilots and I are nervous, and I'm sure everyone else is, too. Our formation is tight, and I can see the other tanker wafting back and forth through the co-pilot's window. The clouds are moving past us - we are still.
We've all done this hundreds of times in exercises. We've done it and completed our mission. The bombers fly home, but our training ends over Russia. Every time the pilots practice a water ditching, we finish our training for the scenario. My throat feels tight, and my stomach tighter. It's almost winter, and the waters off Russia aren't going to be kind. We have enough fuel to get the bombers out there. We can only hope that rescue can make it in to pull us out of the waves.
We're going to drop the bomb again. We're dropping it three times. God help us, and those below.
The clouds are moving past us, but we are still. Everything is still.
PKMNA :: [RP Log] Bunnies Never Sleep
It almost seems a habit now that a couple of rabbits find themselves unable to sleep at very late hours, might be the time they do spend sleeping during the day? Perhaps a peaceful night filled with music can calm them enough for a good night's rest.
Neil O'Brien | 29 | Lopunny | Music Teacher | SoIrock
Gwendolyn Hollingsworth | 24 | Lopunny | Gym Coach | KeIdeo
Disclaimer: This RP contains hints of sexual content, while it's nothing big or graphic you should be warned~
Ducklett (Bun): Well this was certainly an interesting way to spend an evening, truth to be told she should be feeling tired by now. That's how it usually worked right? Physical activity meant your body needed some rest after and it would be a good moment to sleep. Her sleeping hours had been messed up lately, so if she got the chance to go to bed early she'd take it... except... "I am not sleepy..." the bunny mumbled as she tugged on her shirt and shifted on her plac
Destiny Bond Event 1-Log Part 1Re: The umbreon had been working on her short range transporter when the message appeared on her screen. Her generally calm and serene countenance was replaced by fear and what could be close to rage. She picked up the small device and put it in her small bag of supplies before walking out of her shop, looking around. Her orange-red eyes looked around the ship, at the others on the street who have likely just finished reading the same message.
Themis: A librarian's work is never done, or so they say! She was in the middle of trying out a new technique of categorizing the books when her portable screen beeped. She pulled it out and read the message, looking confused then very concerned. "Oh dear...I wonder what could be going on." She dropped the books down on the table and left to find some things out. She saw the same message on the screens all around and frowned. Walking until she saw Re, she waved at her and called out. "Re! What is happen
Q/A: Rita LecterHello readers, There may be a new story next weekend, but for now, here is a Q/A so that you can get to know me.
1. What is your name?
You'll never know my real name, but on here I am known as Rita Lecter.
2. Do you know why you were named that?
Well, my now deceased cousin Brian came up with the first name, and I picked the last name because I like the Hannibal Lecter movies
3. Are you single or taken?
Single. I'm only 11, a bit young to have a boyfriend.
4. Have any abilities or powers?
If farting counts, then sure. After a week of beans, a face fart from me could be fatal. Seriously, it could kill you.
5. Stop being a Mary-sue!
Sorry, I'm very gassy. At least I keep it in my room mostly.
6. What's your eye color?
7. How about hair color?
It used to be brown, but I bleached it blonde because I'm a Eminem fangirl.
8. Have you any family members?
Besides my dead cousin Brian, I also have my 2 sisters, my parents, grandparents, and my aunts and uncles.
9. Oh? How about pets?
Greenwich Mean TimeCAST:
ALEX MORROW - owner of the King’s Head pub. Formerly a petty time thief and not especially talented barman who recently moved into more serious crime at the behest of a cousin, Tom Morrow. (Can be played as either gender.)
MARK - an innocent bystander. His wife Wendy died of cancer very recently and Mark is currently trying, rather unsuccessfully, to drown his sorrows.
JANET/JANUARY - senior officer of the Department of Temporal Regulation, and head of the Winter Division. A sharp-tongued, sharp-tempered woman who, despite appearances, is actually very fond of Tavi.
OCTAVIAN/‘TAVI’/OCTOBER - officer of the Department of Temporal Regulation (although not quite as senior as Janet), and head of the Autumn Division. A friendly optimist who spends most of his time in the lab, coming up with the Department’s gadgets, and is therefore less experienced at dealing with civilians.
The inside of the King
You Looked!My attempt at a beautiful (not some immature kids' terribly written fanfiction, but ACTUALLY good) romantic setting between Abhaya and Praval if they were to get rid of the strain they have in their relationship. I like making smut of them, or at least making their romance scenes as in character as the creator of them can get.
" . . . What on earth are you up to this time?"
He actually had to put down his book for this. Out of all of the crazy things she could say or do to get his attention away from his many studies, she said something he never thought she'd blurt out loud to him, in front of the maids and butlers as well. Everyone seemed to have paused to stare at the two fiancees. Praval had his usual straight face, but his visible eyebrow was twitching slightly as if trying to hold back his anger at the humiliation of being put on a sudden spotlight. He sent he
The Loyal Butler's Search for CrimWalter flicked an ear yawning as he heard the news that Crim was missing. The Cheshire Cat had been knowing for days, and the Walter shaped indent on Crim's plush bed was proof of how he been dealing with the situation. It had been catnaps and catnip tequila for days now that the gender bent Elsa finally annouced he decided he should go look for the Death Mage. He had turned around, when some of Snow's words caught his attention. Prize money. Oh yes, he would look for Crim, and he would be the first one since especially since he had the nose of a cat, the best there it.
A smug look crossed Walter's face when he spotted Faenger with his rats. Just to bother the man, Walter brought his foot down on one of the rats that ran to the man and picked it up before dropping into his mouth. He swallowed it with a pointed grin and made his way towards the moutains. Several minutes later after a long float Walter's hands turned into paws and his nose and mouth into a snout. He pressed his nose near
AT: Picnic in the parkTala walked down the pathway through the park as his idiot teammates chase each other and battle. He wasn't sure when the actual battling would start. Kai was training with Dranzer somewhere while Bryan and Spencer where doing god knows what and Tala really didn't care. He just wanted to be somewhere they weren't.
Suddenly a blonde fixing up a blanket near a shade tree, caught his attention, he looked at her in confusion. ‘Linda’ he thought.’ Why was she here?’
Linda happily fixed the blanket she had brought for her picnic. Her team wasn't training today, so she could enjoy a nice sunny day under a shady tree eating her food. She couldn't bring the ice cream she wanted because it would obviously melt. So she decided on a couple of sandwiches instead. Although she really did want some ice cream, she sighed as she sat down next to her basket.
“Lazing around today are you?” came a voice Linda knew all too well.
“Tala” she said in surprise as
Daily Logs 9-26-14I. Augie and Joseph talk about the state of the ship
II. Gossip girls: Zef invites Loise over for a slumber party
III. Garv reminds Vekal who's boss
IV. And Roca and Vekal have a weird conversation
Augie: *Actually managed to get a little bored somehow, with nothing strange happening, and decides to go to the gym because haven't been there in a while* *Walks in wearing the undershirt and pants she usually wears to work out and do stuff woo*
Joseph: *finishing up his jogging and doing a couple of cooldown laps*
Augie: *Sees Unfamiliar Person which isn't really that uncommon now it seems and gives a friendly wave*
Joseph: *sees the wave and returns it* *comes over* Hullo
Augie: *Nods and smiles in greeting* You run in here often? Sorry if I'm intruding or anything, I haven't met all the newer people yet.
Joseph: *headshake* You're not intruding. And yeah, I try to come in here once or twice a week.
Augie: *Nods* A good schedule. *Holds out a hand to
Daily Logs 9-25-14I. T'Pah and Vekal celebrate Vekal's birthday one month later
II. Nikki gives Rein a checkup
[Vekal has been relaxing in the holo-sauna for some time, although her arranged meeting with T'Pah isn't supposed to be until now-ish, because why not? The time slot before their scheduled hour was free. So when T'Pah arrives at the holodeck, the sauna program is already running and at the proper temperature. It consists of a small antechamber at normal temperature leading to a larger room, the sauna proper, made to look like a cave with several basking rocks around a central brazier. Vekal is lying on one of these rocks, on her stomach, pretty much looking like this in a beige-and-brown pantsuit.]
T’Pah: *has taken the time to change in her room into Vulcan civvies after her shift and considered whether or not to bring O-juice to her arranged meeting with Vekal in the Cardassian sauna to remind of their last joint celebration at New Year’s Eve, finally decid
Star Wars Behind The Scenes- INTERIOR, BRIEFING ROOM, CLOUD CITY, BESPIN -
( Darth Vader, Boba Fett and several Stormtroopers sit around a white table in a very white room )
Boba Fett: So, are we just gonna sit here?
Darth Vader: What do you mean?
Boba Fett: I mean when they come in. Is it just going to be, like, "Hey, we're here."
Stormtrooper #1: (throws up hands) Surprise!
Darth Vader: (laughs) Surprise! Your friend betrayed you!
Boba Fett: (laughs) No, but seriously. We have to do something, or it'll just be awkward.
Darth Vader: How about we all jump out when they walk in?
Boba Fett: That's a terrible idea. We should all be standing up at the head of the table, so they see the full accompanyment of Stormtroopers behind us. You can say something like, "Guess who's coming to dinner."
Darth Vader: That's stupid; I would never say that. They would either be very confused, or they'd laugh and think it was all a joke.
Boba Fett: Then I could ju
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