Song Meme
7 snippets for 7 prompts
For hamilton #2618 -squirrel
Song-K -horse -head automatica
It looked like it would be tough mission. Ambitious to say the least and suicide at the best, he had been abandoned by his partner and was entering treacherous grounds. The lab was damp with only god knew what and horribly lit. From his briefing he knew that animal testing and experimentation were involved, but since the Two Hands, One Gun fiasco, no one in the agency really trusted all the information that they got to be untainted. The one thing that he could say for sure was that animals were involved , the entire place reeked of it, and the cages everywhere were unmistakable.
There was a moment of silence and a skittering noise. His earpiece crackled. “Agent Palco, you should be moving ahead, everything is clear….Over.” And so he did, disregarding the sounds as vermin. He could hear an animal panting somewhere in the shadows and as he kept moving, the skittering followed him. He took out his gun just in case turning a corner, heart beginning to thump a bit too hard in his chest. The sound was closer now, and he turned to look behind him, praying there was nothing following him, and saw the shadow of something enormous. There was no way this thing would go down in one shot, not from this gun. But it didn’t advance, it only shrunk backwards trying to hide. So he took it to his advantage, aiming a shot at where the head should be.
As he felt the recoil, there was a high pitched roar, more like a squeak ran though a vocal scrambler, and the most bizarre thing ever came flying out from the shadows, a beast that was made of squirrels, live fucking squirrels, now with a bloody cavity where a shoulder would have been on a human, frenzied and furious, and clearly out for blood. So he did what anyone would do, he ran.
For Allison- #1007
Song- My world-mindless self indulgence
Nothing really made much sense anymore. It was just supposed to be a simple family trip to the Orlando but on the way down she had seen a flock of seagulls flying in formations that spelled out obscenities, a giant mussel trying to eat a digital billboard and a hitchhiking zombie with a crossbow. And best of all no one else in the car noticed anything. At SeaWorld the Dolphins had been rapping in cockney accents and their trainer had been dressed as pimp while playing an electric harpsichord, all underwater. And still no one said anything to indicate that something might be wrong. When every one sat in the living area in their hotel suite (which for some reasons was all furnished in cheese) after three days of this watching the Wizard of Oz, the lines “Toto I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore,” felt more true than they had any right to.
The next day they went to the beach, where she was propositioned by an ice cream stand, and Darth Vader of all people was pouring water (sea water maybe, did it even matter?) from some fancy jug in to an empty anti freeze bottle. A bird over head cawed and it sounded like an alarm clock. She rolled over onto her stomach and tried her best to ignore the sand crawling into her bikini and decided to just focus on getting a tan. What ever madness her world was becoming clearly couldn’t be beat, so the only rational thing to do was join it.
For Ben # 248, unable to make a decision.
Song- Respect- aretha franklin
It was gonna be a hard decision. As much as she wanted to stay around, as much as she loved him. It was getting to be too much. Being ignored, being treated like she wasn’t important, and being ordered around like a maid in her own house. The worst part was that she wasn’t even sure that he did on purpose, he just didn’t think before he spoke or acted, and she had watched too many other people put up with bullshit to take it herself. She didn’t want to leave, but she would do it if she had to, there was no point in putting up with it, no need for her to suffer. It would be easier to stay, all the years she’d spent with him so far hadn’t been like this, it was just a little thing. But little things could turn into big things too easy, she’d seen it happen to her ma and her friends and dammit, she’d sworn to herself that she wouldn’t have it! She was just as necessary as he was to the house, and he was gonna having to start acting like it. She would talk to him first though, just to be fair. No reason to overreact and go storming out with out giving her proper warning and a chance to fix things. It wasn’t like he was a bad guy, just overstepping his bounds way too much lately. One more chance, this was his warning and then she was out the door.
For Tonni # 356 locked out
Song -The nicest kids in town-hairspray
It was odd the way the whole thing worked. No one cared if the homework got done, if the tests got passed, if they could hold a conversation like “educated people.” All that ever mattered was that their smiles stayed on and they looked stylish and presentable. They just had to be happy kids, nice and polite. It was great till they had to leave and actually deal with people and life and all that other stuff out side of daily rehearsal. When they had to talk to normal people, people who weren’t on TV, suddenly it didn’t matter how cute they had been or still were, if they didn’t know what was going on outside of their group (always the same group) they were screwed. Then the grades started slipping and people had to get paid off to make sure that they made it though the year and into the next grade, sitting in the back of class and leaving early every day to go to filming, never talking to anyone who wasn’t on the show with them because they didn’t have any thing in common to talk about. It was odd being the most popular people in school, by virtue of being on TV every day and 4 but knowing that was all you ever were, the kids from TV, The Nicest Kids In Town (TM), with doors open for you anywhere but the places that you wanted them to be.
For laura # 332
Song- Do the rump- the black keys
It was surprising how much trouble a dance could get a guy into in these small towns. Now he sat bloodied and bruised in the cold, and the wretches had taken his shoes for some reason, but taking shoes from a traveler was despicable to say the least. It would be a lie to say that he had never before been mistreated by his lodgers, drifters like himself had to be used to such things, but 6 men vs. one was just a little bit ridiculous. Sure the girl might have been the tavern owner’s daughter, but she was just as entitled to dance with him as any other woman, and it wasn’t like she hadn’t been enjoying it. But sadly that didn’t matter anymore, nor did the fact that the girl had been an outstanding dancer, lithe and graceful, yet more than capable of handling his…less that proper moves. Right now, what mattered was the fact that he needed his shoes back, and while the odds might still be uneven, he reckoned that his dagger would balance things out a bit now that he had a grasp of it.
For taylor- # 1256
Song- Never too late- 3 days grace
El knew from experience that life off the tree was usually not something that was easily adjusted to. His entire family had been lest behind in the grove and, it was hard enough hoping that they were okay, knowing that he would never go back, that he could never regain all the time that he had lost with them. It didn’t help matters that he was a runt constantly teased by all the others at the stand, and in the basket once they had been bought, (it had been horrible being groped all over and squeezed too tightly). It seemed like his size was becoming a blessing though, all the bigger guys had been plucked away by hands with out faces and never seen again, the only memories left of them the squishing sound of their insides being crushed. A “lucky” few returned, deep oozing gashed in their peel and scarred forever. The day El was finally plucked out started with terror, and continued with an immense amount of pain. His flayed skin was just enough to let him move sore and hopeless, to the blue machine that he’d seen on many others succumb to. Hoping that his family had escaped such dire straights he closed his eyes, pressed his head down and knew no more.
For Kori- #21 apple butter
Song- The pink spiders- secret song
It was a lazy kinda afternoon, the kind that you only want to spend curled up with a book or movie. It worked pretty well to spend it with someone else though. Mom’s house was empty except for the two of them, mother and daughter talking about everything from the weather to mom’s new ex-boyfriend, drinks sweating on the porch next to them, traditional bonding time biscuits with homemade apple butter, stacked high on a plate between them. They talked about school and graduation later that month and job prospects and the fact that the idea of leaving school after nearly two decades was terrifying her beyond all belief. They talked about how shitty dating could be and why despite years of experience her mom couldn’t keep a man, why she couldn’t find any one who made her happy anymore, why she kept on trying. They sat back in their chairs as the sun set, lazy calm and peaceful, enjoying each others company in the absence of others.
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