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reymonkey

Here it be!

Jan 31, 2010 11:44

Okay kiddies, doing this here to keep it all central or something, and because I know most of my RP buddies also read this journal. Post what and who and I'll write a little thingie. Ficlet? Aren't drabbles technically 100 words? I'm not that exacting. Active (as much as any of my RP chars are active these days) pups are dirk__gently, maylookatkings, call_me_rat, greyedwhite, thrasherpunk, and ( Read more... )

rp stuff, memeage

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courtneycrumrin January 31 2010, 17:09:44 UTC

Murderous!Fisher, please! And maybe a Dorky!Chaz. Ooh, can I get an Incarcerated! Dirk, too?

maylookatkings January 31 2010, 19:41:39 UTC

Courtney was the first one to notice the smell. Aloysius, who lived mostly in the upper floors, just shrugged when her parents brought it up. "We live next to the woods. Animals are bound to wander over once in a while, and even most of the house goblins don't want to tangle with a skunk."
He said it might wander off on it's own by night, but the next morning the smell was still there. It came up through the vents, but when Courtney scoured the basement (carefully) she couldn't find it. After her fruitless search she went upstairs to ask Fisher what he thought. She found him asleep on her pillow. He stank.
"Oh... my god... Fish what have you been up to?!?"
He opened his one good eye, and grunted. "Bastard's on my turf ( ... )

thrasherpunk January 31 2010, 20:22:44 UTC

in retrospect she probably shouldn't have pushed the button.
It was huge and full of a wider variety of people than Greenwich village on a busy night. Chaz couldn't resist exploring. She gravitated to a group of people who looked close to her age, and listened to them talk about music for a few minutes before she tried to join in. "That sounds pretty radical, but I like the Clash and the Dead Kennedys." They turned to look at her, with her high-top sneakers with bright yellow laces, her skinny jeans, puffy-paint graffiti T-shirt, and her jeans jacket. she pulled out a Walkman covered in stickers, and headphones big enough to double as earmuffs.
"Uhh... what's that?"

((Chaz is dorky just by being 80's...))

dirk__gently February 1 2010, 16:06:30 UTC

They had taken his red hat, and, perhaps more inhumane still they had taken his cigarettes. Svlad Cjelli sat on the edge of his cot and stared at the far well, mouth twisting continuously in a low mutter. He'd spent a while being in shock, then frittered away some time with denial, and eventually descended into the depths of rage at the unfairness of the universe until it left him feeling drained and shaky ( ... )

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evillurks January 31 2010, 17:42:21 UTC

Working Chaz, because I'm curious.

thrasherpunk February 1 2010, 01:37:29 UTC

To get here she had sold real drugs, a few times, although never without the Chief's knowledge. She was a criminal, and she was here among criminals, but she was also here to scope out the place. Later tonight she'd be making a full report, drawing maps, giving every details about the drug dealers and how they safeguarded the warehouse they were dealing from. Her information would hopefully be enough for other agents the Chief himself to make a full out raid and send the crooks scampering into the arms of the police ( ... )

evillurks February 1 2010, 19:24:18 UTC

Poor thing... it's not an easy job, at any age.

reymonkey February 2 2010, 20:14:29 UTC

This might be earlier on though, she probably takes it all a little more in stride now. I think her biggest fear though is that her aunt or brother will turn her in as a dealer.

harley_is_love January 31 2010, 18:41:37 UTC

Sexy!Markus (Rat). Because I think it would be amusing.

Heeey, are you saying he's not normally sexy? call_me_rat February 1 2010, 01:51:05 UTC

Valentine's Day last year wasn't half bad, since he and Harley had just become an official item, but this year is different. There are flowers and chocolate, again, for Harley and April both. In the evening he's careful to slip off to the bedroom first, after goodnight hugs for April. Harley gets to put her to bed tonight, even though normally he'd be glad to do the job.
By the time Harley comes to the bedroom, the lights are out, but there are candles on the nightstand. All he's wearing is the blanket, strategically draped, and a box wrapped in red paper.
"I got you something else, too..." He grins and offers it out. "Maybe you'd like to make sure it fits?" Whatever it is, it can't be very big, judging by the size of the box.

Re: Heeey, are you saying he's not normally sexy? harley_is_love February 1 2010, 02:06:33 UTC

Harley thinks he is. And would be proven right by that. *heated hand wave*

Re: Heeey, are you saying he's not normally sexy? call_me_rat February 1 2010, 02:15:39 UTC

XD Actually there's something just a little goofy and gawky about him that makes it hard for me to ever see him as sexy, or maybe that's partly because I'm playing him...

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placeboweek January 31 2010, 22:18:39 UTC

How about Jealous!Rat, since he rarely is, and over-protective!Dirk

call_me_rat February 1 2010, 02:14:23 UTC

When he head about 'Caitlyn' and 'Sam', he took it with a good-natured smile. None of them had been themselves, then. When Harley mentioned the Joker, or Spike, he was sympathetic and held her close. On the beach in summer, or in a bar out for a night on the town, he didn't worry, because Harley didn't seem to give anyone else a second glance ( ... )

Sorry, I left all the Dirk ones for last... dirk__gently February 1 2010, 18:11:55 UTC

The man at the dry cleaner's had looked at the hat, then at Dirk, then at the hat again. He had suggested that Dirk buy a new hat. When that was met with flat disapproval, the man had kindly, gently, explained that any process they might us that had a fair chance of truly removing the offending matter would also stand a fair chance of removing portions of the hat. Mere felt could only withstand so much.
Now he sat at home, at the kitchen table, with a dishrag, warm water, and the gentlest detergent he had been able to find. As he cleaned-carefully, gently, painstakingly, Dirk crooned to his hat. "Poor thing, don't you worry, I'll get them back, you'll see. If I have to hire a bloody helicopter to dump feces on every popular statue in the park, I'll get them back. Mean old pigeons."

Re: Sorry, I left all the Dirk ones for last... orchidlover_wa February 3 2010, 04:25:52 UTC

Dirk + his hat = OTP!

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dragonwhishes February 1 2010, 01:19:30 UTC

How about a Working!Rat, since I'm curious about his day as a taxi-driver, and an Angry!Dirk.

Two worlds, man. call_me_rat February 1 2010, 02:41:01 UTC

Living at Harley's gave life a routine. In the morning Rat could hop in the cab and generally find a resident who needed to go into the city for one errand or another, and once he dropped them off he usually refueled the car. Gas was always more expensive on the beach, especially in summer when the tourists were there. After that there was a diner he usually dropped in. Harley refused to let him out the door without breakfast, but he never minded a second cup of coffee, and his primary motivation was networking. The cabbies dominated one end of the counter, this time of day, and he could trade news. They looked out for each other, shared information on where gas was the cheapest, what events in town would call for extra work, and Rat himself was known for always being in the know to whatever road work might be going on. It seemed uncanny, how up to date he was on that ( ... )

You should recognize the references... dirk__gently February 1 2010, 18:48:48 UTC

Dirk hated doing the lady fortune-teller gig in the backs of pubs. Usually it was a last resource to make some quick money after somebody with a baseball bat came around to remind him of money he'd borrowed. He did them dressed as a woman just to preserve his dignity. As long as he'd shaved that morning, behind the thick glasses and with his head well wrapped in a scarf, he could pass for a really ugly, overweight, older woman. The advantage to passing for an ugly woman was that no one ever tried to look close enough to realize he was actually a man, and he'd only ever been recognized for himself once.*
He didn't enjoy cross-dressing, at all, but it paled in comparison to the worst part. The worst part was that no matter how blunderingly, blatantly wrong he tried to be, his predictions were almost always in some horrible twisted way right.Dirk knew this, because often people came back. Sometimes they were pleased, and more often they were not, and they usually let Dirk know just how painfully accurate he'd been at a volume that ( ... )