TV!A-Team drabble for a long prompt
Anything goes; any pairing, no pairing, any characters you'd like to involve, it's all cool. Hell, go for someone like Decker or Sosa or have Gandalf over for coffee for no reason or make up your own characters. Make it funny, make it porny, make it gut-wrenchingly sad. Maybe write something/someone you wouldn't normally write (e.g. Mama Baracus telling Hannibal about BA, or Face telling Sosa about Murdock, or Morrison telling Pike about Hannibal, idk) or give us some outsider!POV, etc. Really, write whatever you feel like, with whoever you want to involve and however you want to execute it.
The only thing I tentatively ask for is to keep it (moderately) short. I'm less interested in something fleshed out than I'd like snapshots of conversations some of our favourite characters had at some point. :)
http://ateam-prompts.livejournal.com/19117.html?thread=15143597#t15143597
I hate you, Templeton Peck.
“That tricky little shit.” Decker takes his cap off and puts it on again, “How many
times has he conned us by now?”
“Around twenty times Colonel…” Captain Crane says under his breath.
“Shut up, I don’t want to know.” The Colonel marches off.
Damn Ex-Lieutenant Templeton Peck.
Conman.
Sniper.
Kick ass soldier.
Handsome little fucker.
Decker curses to himself, “How many damn disguises does he have? How many fake identities?
Must catalogue. Should recognize that shade of blonde hair by now, that snarl or whine in that damn voice. Shade of blue-green of those wicked eyes.”
Damn him.
The only thing I tentatively ask for is to keep it (moderately) short. I'm less interested in something fleshed out than I'd like snapshots of conversations some of our favourite characters had at some point. :)
http://ateam-prompts.livejournal.com/19117.html?thread=15143597#t15143597
I hate you, Templeton Peck.
“That tricky little shit.” Decker takes his cap off and puts it on again, “How many
times has he conned us by now?”
“Around twenty times Colonel…” Captain Crane says under his breath.
“Shut up, I don’t want to know.” The Colonel marches off.
Damn Ex-Lieutenant Templeton Peck.
Conman.
Sniper.
Kick ass soldier.
Handsome little fucker.
Decker curses to himself, “How many damn disguises does he have? How many fake identities?
Must catalogue. Should recognize that shade of blonde hair by now, that snarl or whine in that damn voice. Shade of blue-green of those wicked eyes.”
Damn him.