Music Meme; DOGS: Bullets and Carnage responses
Original meme:
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them~.
I decide to just set my iTunes library to random and wrote for whatever series caught my fancy with each new song. Genres vary, all are unedited so if you see any mistakes please point them out. I did 33 in total, 2 wound up being for DOGS: Bullets and Carnage.
Nobodyknows+ - “Hero’s Come Back”
word count: 145
The crackling of leather against his skin was a small comfort. He couldn’t feel the wet of fresh blood. How long had he been out? He pushed himself up with a grown and looked around, wincing. Indestruvtable as he may be, the barrage of bullets was more than he had expected. Now where was Badou?
A contented sigh sounded from behind him. Slowly (carefully though he knew he was once more whole) he found his partern relaxing with a freshly lit cigarette. “Ahhhhh. Hits the spot. Just like always.”
Haine gave him a withering glare. “I’m beginning to think you purposely make sure you only have one cigarette on you when we accept these missions, Badou.”
The long-haired men shrugged. “Makes it more fun, doesn’t it?”
Haine sighed and shoved the body of his legs. Fun wasn’t quite the word, but maybe it was close.
Emilie Autumn - “Ancient Grounds (Live Recording)”
word count: 175
She had lost trak of time somewhere down the line - measured it less and less by the days checked off on the calender Bishop had in his office and more often by how old Bishop’s voice sounded, howlong Badou’s hair was, how many more scratches Naoto returned with, by how much more tired Haine looked when he came in to rest.
She would always crept over softly to sit beside him, wishing desperately that she could say something to comfort him, but her silence was enough for him. Her very presence, remarkable as it was that he could tolerate it, was soothing, calming the howling of the beast within him. It was getting harder and harder to run, harder to hide what he really was.
They were all growing older and it didn’t look like a peace amongst the gangs would come any time soon. So there was no choice to fight.
To fight for a brief period of calm when they could all lay down their weapons and fall into a never waking sleep.
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them~.
I decide to just set my iTunes library to random and wrote for whatever series caught my fancy with each new song. Genres vary, all are unedited so if you see any mistakes please point them out. I did 33 in total, 2 wound up being for DOGS: Bullets and Carnage.
Nobodyknows+ - “Hero’s Come Back”
word count: 145
The crackling of leather against his skin was a small comfort. He couldn’t feel the wet of fresh blood. How long had he been out? He pushed himself up with a grown and looked around, wincing. Indestruvtable as he may be, the barrage of bullets was more than he had expected. Now where was Badou?
A contented sigh sounded from behind him. Slowly (carefully though he knew he was once more whole) he found his partern relaxing with a freshly lit cigarette. “Ahhhhh. Hits the spot. Just like always.”
Haine gave him a withering glare. “I’m beginning to think you purposely make sure you only have one cigarette on you when we accept these missions, Badou.”
The long-haired men shrugged. “Makes it more fun, doesn’t it?”
Haine sighed and shoved the body of his legs. Fun wasn’t quite the word, but maybe it was close.
Emilie Autumn - “Ancient Grounds (Live Recording)”
word count: 175
She had lost trak of time somewhere down the line - measured it less and less by the days checked off on the calender Bishop had in his office and more often by how old Bishop’s voice sounded, howlong Badou’s hair was, how many more scratches Naoto returned with, by how much more tired Haine looked when he came in to rest.
She would always crept over softly to sit beside him, wishing desperately that she could say something to comfort him, but her silence was enough for him. Her very presence, remarkable as it was that he could tolerate it, was soothing, calming the howling of the beast within him. It was getting harder and harder to run, harder to hide what he really was.
They were all growing older and it didn’t look like a peace amongst the gangs would come any time soon. So there was no choice to fight.
To fight for a brief period of calm when they could all lay down their weapons and fall into a never waking sleep.