"Bloody obligate hemi-parasitic plants, yeah I'm talking you." Lois said looking up at the creature currently torturing Metropolis' favourite intrepid reporter. Mistletoe. The current, benign, bane of the islander's existence and of course she'd walked right into it's evil, lurking trap. It was like it knew that she'd been talking about it the day ( Read more... )

There were advantages to the change in environment. Damian would be loathe to admit to as much, but having grown used to Gotham's rooftops and larger than life architecture, there's a comfort in the city. Cities lend themselves better to Batman's brand of vigilantism than Tabula Rasa's default setting. Though the ghosts that populate the city aren' ( Read more... )

Dated December 1, 2011:
Clothes she could handle, she spent enough time at the box pulling through strange and unusual things, but her computer? No, that was the last straw and she couldn't stop the plaintive wail before it left her lips. "No-ho-ho! Why is it all WRONG!? Ahhhhhhhhh!"Some people aren't all too happy with the changes that the island ( Read more... )

Jon tried to spend most of his time out of doors because the inside of the Compound was stifling, in a way, and while he'd been at the Wall, he never really liked walls. It was too compact, too closed in, and it made it feel like he couldn't get out. That said, there were things in the Compound that interested him: books, the strange boxes that ( Read more... )

It should've been a normal fucking day.

We were all owed a normal fucking day, and it kind of seemed like it would be one at first. Deceptively quiet when I got the girls in their costumes, which they insisted on wearing from the moment they woke up. Mack in her Wicked Witch costume and Flo as Glinda the Good Witch, I'd agreed to go as the Tin ( Read more... )

He hears it first, walking from his hut in the morning. That's the surprise. He hears it, rather than sees it. The tinny piping of manufactured cheer wafting through the trees like an itch in his brain. In his ear.

Not in his eye.

Until he walks a little further from his hut and sees some of it, as if planted there overnight-

(If it was there at ( Read more... )

Edward knew horses. At least she knew them from the books she'd read. Horses were for riding far and far away and right now that's what Edward wanted to do. Ride far. Go exploring. Stop being stuck at Faye-Faye's or the Compound where there were people that keep looking after her and worrying about her breaking her other arm. And she wanted to GO. ( Read more... )

September 20th, 2011:
Zoom, zoom, zoom... It was getting to be fun and she started to gain a little more confidence, making Ein run to keep up and soon, soon Ein couldn't keep up at all and Edward was racing forward faster and faster and faster... It was like she was flying, soaring above the ground and she laughed at the trees, rooted to the ( Read more... )

August 14th, 2011:
Mornings had always been best spent curled up in bed, enjoying the warmth of a home and the luxury of time, and Faye made a point of indulging herself time and again even after having taken up a job as a bounty hunter. Still, on Bebop, regular sleep had been rare, their bounties too quick and too loud to allow for such indulgence ( Read more... )

"One, two, three, eighty million, four hundred and forty four, pi, six point six recurring..." Delirium counted, pale hands covering her eyes so she could not see. Delirium peeked seeing a familiar smile, those bloodied hands. Delirium closed her eyes again, counting louder alternating languages to keep them away. Brown sack for a face, sewn up ( Read more... )