WIP meme

[winks7985]

I will post the names of my fanfic stories in progress (with current word count). If there's one you're interested in, I shall post you a snippet.

snagged from the always awesome egorstandish.

i only have three WIPs going right now, but i have notes for other things.

all are mag 7:

In Spades: 22,314 words

Jacked in Transit (working title): 1,301 words

Marks of

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[winks7985]

it is ATF. :) and i shall give you a piece....

Chris snorted when he had first read it. Just call them what they are.
Scars. Distinguishing features. Tattoos. Birthmarks.
Marks that could be helpful in identifying a body.
It was a gruesome reminder of their own mortality, but one that, Chris had to admit, could be beneficial. He mentally blessed himself, hoping to stave off those thoughts and praying that they were never to come to fruition.
Coming to the door of the office, he could hear Josiah’s deep voice rumbling through the door. As he opened it, he saw that whatever tale Josiah was telling, he had all five of his teammates’ attention.
Chris slid through the door, letting it close behind him on its own, pulled shut by its hydraulic hinges. Five sets of eyes glanced to him briefly, each acknowledging him in their own way. Josiah had seen him slip through the door first, but never broke his monologue.
“… ‘Brother,’ I said to him, ‘I’ll take you wherever you want to go, that’s not an issue. Just please, tell me, what’s in the bag?’”
“What’s goin’ on?” Chris asked.
JD turned and answered him. “Did you know Josiah drove a cab back in the day? I asked him what was the weirdest thing that ever happened when driving the cab.”
“Because…?” Chris asked, leaning against the wall.
Vin spun in his chair to face his boss. “JD said he was watching ‘Cash Cab’ last night, and it went from there.” He turned his chair slightly back towards Josiah, who took that as a cue to continue his tale.
“So the guy says, ‘None of your fucking business,’ in a calm, yet determined voice. Then he sat back and looked out the back window, kind of twitchy-like.”
“Did he have a gun or something?” JD asked.
Josiah looked at him and continued, not answering his question. Chris figured it happened a couple of times already during the telling.
“’Brother,’ I ask, ‘are you all right?’ He answered again with a firmer ‘None of your fucking business.’
“Sounds like a charming individual,” Ezra muttered loud enough for all to hear.
“So I take a deep breath, because I realize this poor soul is hurting in some way, so I ask him, ‘Where do you want to go?’ to which I did get an answer and an address. So I turn on the meter and start filling out my log for the trip, when out of nowhere blue lights start whirring behind me, and a siren chirps twice. I looked in the rearview mirror to see what’s going on with what I’m sure was an odd look of confusion, and I see this guy turn pale as a ghost, eyes get huge, and he books it out the passenger side door and takes off like a bat out of hell, leaving the paper bag on the seat, forgotten.”
Vin had a shit-eating grin on his face, as did Ezra at this point.
“So I get out of the cab, and one of the officers comes over to me and starts asking me all sorts of questions; what did the guy look like, was he acting funny, did he say anything to you, that sort of thing. I guess his partner went after the guy on foot. I got flustered with the questions and just blustered out ‘What’s going on?’ So the cop tells me that this guy fits the description of someone who’s just knocked over a liquor store and shot the owner.”
“Holy shit Josiah!” JD said.
“So I tell the cops everything I know, which really wasn’t much, but he seemed thankful as he wrote my info down. Then I told him that the guy had a bag with him that he left behind in the cab. So me and the officer go over, I open the door for him, and he reaches in and takes the bag. Then he unrolled the top and looked in, and all he said was ‘Oh my god.’”
“What was in the bag?” JD asked eagerly.
Josiah looked at the youngest with a seriousness in his eyes, before one corner of his mouth turned up and his eyes lit up. “None of your fucking business.”
A chorus of “Ohh’s” and laughter followed, and JD’s face took on a crimson tone. Ezra and Vin both threw wadded up papers at the youngest and at Josiah.
“Jesus kid,” Buck said through a laugh, “you walked right into that!”
“Shut up Buck,” he replied good naturedly.
“Christ, Josiah,” Nathan said, “You had me going there for a while.”
Josiah hadn’t stopped beaming since he finished the joke. “It’s all in the telling, my friend.” He threw one of the crumpled papers back at Vin who dodged it with little effort.

[tpena19]

lol, Josiah was the perfect one to tell that joke, heh. Love how Ez and Vin caught on early and that Nathan figured it out eventually. I bet Chris, Buck and JD were totally fooled (though not really Larabee's fault as he came in late, heh).

Is this one going to be a scar/tat story!? Please, that would be awesome. Descriptions of them and hearing backstory about how they were aquired is a huge love of mine.

Joy. .

[winks7985]

a guy i worked with years ago told that joke, and i totally got swept up in it. at the end i was like d'oh! walked into it.
but it came to me when i was writing this, that it would be josiah's type of humor.

this will be a scar/tat story. that is the intent, anyway. i'm just having issues deciding who has what for scars and tats, and how i'm gonna feasibly work the whole thing iin together. i will get back to this though, i promise. :)