"(51) With dozens and dozens of greeting cards, because the motorcycle accident caused a hemispheral infarction that has made it impossible for you to verbalize emotion and also turned you into a compulsive shopper."
OMG! JOHN SHEPPARD! And now we know why he has so many candles! *G*
I am incapable of producing fiction, sadly, but this is a cool challenge and I look forward to seeing the entries.
<b>Number Twenty Eight</b>hackthisNovember 4 2007, 03:09:19 UTC
The slip of paper is under Shia's door on the second to last day of filming. He doesn't actually see it until he's getting ready to leave. He doesn't actually see it there at all. All Shia sees is Milo standing at the door, waiting for him, rubbing at his jaw and blinking rapidly as though that will wake him up.
It's a little before seven in the morning, and Milo's hair is doing strange things on his head. It looks like someone's been trying to pull it out all night long. Shia would laugh, but it's too fucking early for all that.
"I didn't look at it," Milo says, before Shia even realizes what it is
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#89: Gwen (Heroes, Matt/Mohinder)celliNovember 3 2007, 07:45:03 UTC
A young girl named Gwen is buried in a quiet family ceremony in Calvary Cemetery in Queens. Matt and Mohinder make their excuses at work, see Molly safely off to school, and pretend to be visiting a grave within earshot (Roger O'Laughlin, 1922-1991
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#43 & #47 (Pretender)butterflykikiNovember 4 2007, 02:00:13 UTC
It hadn't been easy. She'd had to ditch Sydney. And Broots. And her brother, and Sam, and... yeah. Faking another ulcer attack had been an imperative, just to give herself enough time. Plus, getting the equipment and materials. The break-in had been less difficult. A lot of work, but hell. You only had a tenth anniversary... once every ten years.
Parker was trying to peel away the residue under her nails when the phone rang at 3 a.m.
"'Gotcha'?"
"It was my turn to say it."
"I like the stars around the words." She could hear the creak of the mattress as he lay down, and picture him grinning up at the ceiling in the dark. "Is there any significance to the constellations?"
"You're the genius. You'll figure it out."
"I've had nightmares about you finding one of my hide-outs when I wasn't here. And now...."
Parker's turn to smile. "Live the dream, Jarod."
~^~
(43) with a heart filled with lies (47) In glow-in-the-dark-paint on the bedroom ceiling.
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OMG! JOHN SHEPPARD! And now we know why he has so many candles! *G*
I am incapable of producing fiction, sadly, but this is a cool challenge and I look forward to seeing the entries.
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It's a little before seven in the morning, and Milo's hair is doing strange things on his head. It looks like someone's been trying to pull it out all night long. Shia would laugh, but it's too fucking early for all that.
"I didn't look at it," Milo says, before Shia even realizes what it is ( ... )
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Parker was trying to peel away the residue under her nails when the phone rang at 3 a.m.
"'Gotcha'?"
"It was my turn to say it."
"I like the stars around the words." She could hear the creak of the mattress as he lay down, and picture him grinning up at the ceiling in the dark. "Is there any significance to the constellations?"
"You're the genius. You'll figure it out."
"I've had nightmares about you finding one of my hide-outs when I wasn't here. And now...."
Parker's turn to smile. "Live the dream, Jarod."
~^~
(43) with a heart filled with lies
(47) In glow-in-the-dark-paint on the bedroom ceiling.
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