the WIP meme stolen from megyal
WIP meme: post a little bit of each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations.
"andy? your new boy is here." patrick looked particularly tired, and andy had to assume joe was giving him trouble all night. andy nodded and pulled his shirtsleeves down a little to cover his more frightening tattoos. "room 1a, right?" he walked over and sighed before he opened the door. "peter?" he asked, the boy staring at the table seeming nothing like his smiling picture. andy chewed his lip and walked over. "i'm andy."
It took William's mind a moment to get over his chocolate induced daze and realize he wasn't in Chicago, and to stop giving people funny looks as he walked past pretty girls in short shorts and t-shirts, men with cargo shorts and flip flops. It was November, for God's sake! It's not supposed to be 85 degrees, sunny, breezy and perfect. It was supposed to be cold, miserable, snowing even! Then the part of William's brain that remembered things like California being very far from the Midwest came back to life, but just long enough to encourage William to try the banana creme milk chocolate.
"Joe do you ever shut up?" Andy groaned.
"I just wanna know how Pete doesn't remember that. Hell, I remember that, even though I did my best to block it out."
"He died, man. He was dead before the whole battle started. Gotta tell you though, those two swords I had were the shit. I really wanna take up sword fighting. I think I can talk Tyler and Matt into it. Maybe Kyle. He's into swords and shit."
"Allman!" Joe called quietly, stepping through the window carefully. Jeph and Quinn liked to leave little traps everywhere, not really harmful but loud enough that the pair would have a chance to run if they needed to. "Oh shit, Matt." Joe breathed, his eyes wide as he looked over the trashed room. "Wh-where are they? Please don't tell me they got taken in."
Matt's eyes widened and he scanned the room for a trace of the couple, his eyes landing on Jeph and Quinn's signal that they were okay, an otherwise unnoticeable white shirt sticking out of a drawer. "They're okay man. They're on the move but they're fine." Matt said, his voice slipping into a sigh with relief. "Quinn hasn't been able to get a location yet. I think they're gonna lay low tonight."
Patrick signed the last of his paperwork and smiled a bit at the girl who took them back to the Commissioner. Commissioner Ross was a pretty frightening guy, only second on Patrick's list to Sergeant Smith, the man who had crisply welcomed the class to the Academy. Brendon, an excitable First from Vegas had stared after him and blinked. "Patrick, he's really pretty. Scary, but pretty. If he was a girl, he'd be perfect for me."
"Brendon, firstly, he's way taller and has blue eyes. You'd have to be a blue eyed girl. Secondly, we're Agents-In-Training. You can't say things like that anymore."
"Right. Damn. You won't tell on me, will you, Patrick?" Brendon asked, all big eyes and worried bottom lip.
Matty was a gorgeous girl, standing about six feet tall with thick, long, rich black hair. She was athletic, but still had dangerous curves and an "I can get away with MURDER if I wanted to" smirk, although that was really only used when Andy wasn't giving her her way. Usually, her smile was light and easy, her laugh too loud to be feminine, and her sense of humor too crass to be ladylike. She was Andy's best friend, above and beyond all else, but the fact that she gave great head, and only gave it to Andy was just a bonus in his opinion. Andy was the more delicate in frame, but more fiery in temperament where she was concerned. Where Matty stood relaxed and hands in the pockets of her faded blue jeans, Andy always puffed up, stood like he was about to fight the next man who looked at her too long. His five feet and some change, and multiple tattoos could certainly appear menacing, and he really would be, if it wasn't for the way his expression always softened when Matty laid a hand on his arm. He'd crack a lame joke, she'd roll her eyes, and they'd cuddle, simply chatting about Pete's latest Eternal Love or how he hadn't quite realized it was Patricia yet.
"andy? your new boy is here." patrick looked particularly tired, and andy had to assume joe was giving him trouble all night. andy nodded and pulled his shirtsleeves down a little to cover his more frightening tattoos. "room 1a, right?" he walked over and sighed before he opened the door. "peter?" he asked, the boy staring at the table seeming nothing like his smiling picture. andy chewed his lip and walked over. "i'm andy."
It took William's mind a moment to get over his chocolate induced daze and realize he wasn't in Chicago, and to stop giving people funny looks as he walked past pretty girls in short shorts and t-shirts, men with cargo shorts and flip flops. It was November, for God's sake! It's not supposed to be 85 degrees, sunny, breezy and perfect. It was supposed to be cold, miserable, snowing even! Then the part of William's brain that remembered things like California being very far from the Midwest came back to life, but just long enough to encourage William to try the banana creme milk chocolate.
"Joe do you ever shut up?" Andy groaned.
"I just wanna know how Pete doesn't remember that. Hell, I remember that, even though I did my best to block it out."
"He died, man. He was dead before the whole battle started. Gotta tell you though, those two swords I had were the shit. I really wanna take up sword fighting. I think I can talk Tyler and Matt into it. Maybe Kyle. He's into swords and shit."
"Allman!" Joe called quietly, stepping through the window carefully. Jeph and Quinn liked to leave little traps everywhere, not really harmful but loud enough that the pair would have a chance to run if they needed to. "Oh shit, Matt." Joe breathed, his eyes wide as he looked over the trashed room. "Wh-where are they? Please don't tell me they got taken in."
Matt's eyes widened and he scanned the room for a trace of the couple, his eyes landing on Jeph and Quinn's signal that they were okay, an otherwise unnoticeable white shirt sticking out of a drawer. "They're okay man. They're on the move but they're fine." Matt said, his voice slipping into a sigh with relief. "Quinn hasn't been able to get a location yet. I think they're gonna lay low tonight."
Patrick signed the last of his paperwork and smiled a bit at the girl who took them back to the Commissioner. Commissioner Ross was a pretty frightening guy, only second on Patrick's list to Sergeant Smith, the man who had crisply welcomed the class to the Academy. Brendon, an excitable First from Vegas had stared after him and blinked. "Patrick, he's really pretty. Scary, but pretty. If he was a girl, he'd be perfect for me."
"Brendon, firstly, he's way taller and has blue eyes. You'd have to be a blue eyed girl. Secondly, we're Agents-In-Training. You can't say things like that anymore."
"Right. Damn. You won't tell on me, will you, Patrick?" Brendon asked, all big eyes and worried bottom lip.
Matty was a gorgeous girl, standing about six feet tall with thick, long, rich black hair. She was athletic, but still had dangerous curves and an "I can get away with MURDER if I wanted to" smirk, although that was really only used when Andy wasn't giving her her way. Usually, her smile was light and easy, her laugh too loud to be feminine, and her sense of humor too crass to be ladylike. She was Andy's best friend, above and beyond all else, but the fact that she gave great head, and only gave it to Andy was just a bonus in his opinion. Andy was the more delicate in frame, but more fiery in temperament where she was concerned. Where Matty stood relaxed and hands in the pockets of her faded blue jeans, Andy always puffed up, stood like he was about to fight the next man who looked at her too long. His five feet and some change, and multiple tattoos could certainly appear menacing, and he really would be, if it wasn't for the way his expression always softened when Matty laid a hand on his arm. He'd crack a lame joke, she'd roll her eyes, and they'd cuddle, simply chatting about Pete's latest Eternal Love or how he hadn't quite realized it was Patricia yet.