drabble, drabble!
WRITING. wtf? i don't know either, but I got inspired by janeturenne's Drabble Character List OF DOOM to write my own 100 word drabbles about specific characters.
they're probably terrible, and possibly unintelligible, but i'm an artist, not a drabbler. so HERE.
also unbetaed. just 'cause.
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#108 - Marquis de Carabas - Neverwhere
There's nothing he likes so much as favours. Even giving them, no matter how much he whinges and moans, reluctance colouring his every movement until the completion of the favour. As a matter of fact, he enjoys the act immensely, because it inevitably ends with someone else owing him a favour, which really just makes the world more interesting.
Because a favour is nothing like money. It's not expendable, doesn't expire, and the possibility of inflation is nil, which is terribly convenient in this modern economy.
This though. De Carabas prodded his sore neck. He'll owe Bailey for this.
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#14 - Captain Jack Harkness - Torchwood
He'd never really thought about getting old. Not even when he wasn't immortal - he was too young, and then too busy, and too distracted with John and the Time Agency. Perfectly convinced that he'd die young and pretty, going out in a blaze of not so righteous glory.
Then he did, and that's when everything went wrong.
Took a long time. Obviously. Even 2,000 years rotting under Cardiff wasn't enough to put a dent in his regenerating hide. Eventually time became meaningless. Food, drink, sex. Sex.
Then he wasn't human any more, and age didn't mean anything either.
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#9 - Remy - Repo Men
Who's to say what's right? I mean honestly, the general opinion of everyone in the fucking world is that they are right and no one else is. Or only people who agree with them are. Or something.
But really. It's not your job to judge me on mine. It's a job, and it needs to be done. If it wasn't me going out and taking back livers it'd be someone else - Jake or Tony, that three bar motherfucking butcher.
So why do I feel like so much shit? Wasn't his fault his mum couldn't pay for his lungs.
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#10 - Jake - Repo Men
I ain't a thinking man. Not really. My buddy though. He thinks.
Probably thinks too much.
See, this job we got. It's not for people who think. It's for people who ain't got nothing else to do with their lives, people like me, come out the war with nothing but boring shit to look forward to. Now, with the Union, there's money, there's action, and there's a justice in it.
Sometimes it gets inconvenient. How's that word for you? Like the barbecue. That was awkward, 'specially with his wife lookin' in on it.
He'll get in trouble some day.
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#21 - Irene Cassini - Gattaca
Logically, she knew about it. The detectives at the party, the scars on his legs.
But there's still a terror that goes through her, seeing this man she does not love answer to his name. Her heart, already weak, already imperfect, palpitates under her stiffly buttoned dress shirt, and she's sure, absolutely positive that the detective can hear it. It flutters and tightens and takes her breath with it until it's a struggle just to walk into the room.
He's handsome, to be sure, well dressed, definitely superior genes. But that doesn't change the fact that he's not her Jerome.
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they're probably terrible, and possibly unintelligible, but i'm an artist, not a drabbler. so HERE.
also unbetaed. just 'cause.
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#108 - Marquis de Carabas - Neverwhere
There's nothing he likes so much as favours. Even giving them, no matter how much he whinges and moans, reluctance colouring his every movement until the completion of the favour. As a matter of fact, he enjoys the act immensely, because it inevitably ends with someone else owing him a favour, which really just makes the world more interesting.
Because a favour is nothing like money. It's not expendable, doesn't expire, and the possibility of inflation is nil, which is terribly convenient in this modern economy.
This though. De Carabas prodded his sore neck. He'll owe Bailey for this.
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#14 - Captain Jack Harkness - Torchwood
He'd never really thought about getting old. Not even when he wasn't immortal - he was too young, and then too busy, and too distracted with John and the Time Agency. Perfectly convinced that he'd die young and pretty, going out in a blaze of not so righteous glory.
Then he did, and that's when everything went wrong.
Took a long time. Obviously. Even 2,000 years rotting under Cardiff wasn't enough to put a dent in his regenerating hide. Eventually time became meaningless. Food, drink, sex. Sex.
Then he wasn't human any more, and age didn't mean anything either.
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#9 - Remy - Repo Men
Who's to say what's right? I mean honestly, the general opinion of everyone in the fucking world is that they are right and no one else is. Or only people who agree with them are. Or something.
But really. It's not your job to judge me on mine. It's a job, and it needs to be done. If it wasn't me going out and taking back livers it'd be someone else - Jake or Tony, that three bar motherfucking butcher.
So why do I feel like so much shit? Wasn't his fault his mum couldn't pay for his lungs.
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#10 - Jake - Repo Men
I ain't a thinking man. Not really. My buddy though. He thinks.
Probably thinks too much.
See, this job we got. It's not for people who think. It's for people who ain't got nothing else to do with their lives, people like me, come out the war with nothing but boring shit to look forward to. Now, with the Union, there's money, there's action, and there's a justice in it.
Sometimes it gets inconvenient. How's that word for you? Like the barbecue. That was awkward, 'specially with his wife lookin' in on it.
He'll get in trouble some day.
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#21 - Irene Cassini - Gattaca
Logically, she knew about it. The detectives at the party, the scars on his legs.
But there's still a terror that goes through her, seeing this man she does not love answer to his name. Her heart, already weak, already imperfect, palpitates under her stiffly buttoned dress shirt, and she's sure, absolutely positive that the detective can hear it. It flutters and tightens and takes her breath with it until it's a struggle just to walk into the room.
He's handsome, to be sure, well dressed, definitely superior genes. But that doesn't change the fact that he's not her Jerome.
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