Monster Mash (Part 1)filia_umbraeNovember 1 2010, 06:44:48 UTC
Oh, girl. This thing. I will apologize if this makes no sense. /: First Castle/Beckett attempt I've done, and I think it shows, but please enjoy, regardless!
Part One:
She would be lying if she said that she'd never thought about how she was going to die. In her line of work, it was bound to feature prominently in her dreams, to dance around the forefront of her mind. She'd gone through most of the usual ones at some point or another; single gunshot wound to the head, or the heart, jumped in a back alley and stabbed to death, mugging gone wrong, car accident, bike accident late one night in the rain...pit of spikes, crocodiles, drowning in Jello. Perhaps those last ones were more the product of an overactive imagination, and too many late nights spent reading and watching horror movies. She'd been old, she'd been young. She had died alone, with her father, with her mother. With him, though she would never in a million years tell him that. She didn't think that she could stand the look he'd give her--two parts smug, one part puppy-
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Monster Mash (Part 2)filia_umbraeNovember 1 2010, 06:45:42 UTC
Castle's far more thrilled than any man ought to be when Lanie discovers the needle mark in the man's carotid artery, and the presence of an abnormal amount of epinephrine in his system.
"See," he looks smug. "Scared. To. Death."
"That isn't proof, Castle."
"It isn't not proof, either." She sighed heavily
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Part One:
She would be lying if she said that she'd never thought about how she was going to die. In her line of work, it was bound to feature prominently in her dreams, to dance around the forefront of her mind. She'd gone through most of the usual ones at some point or another; single gunshot wound to the head, or the heart, jumped in a back alley and stabbed to death, mugging gone wrong, car accident, bike accident late one night in the rain...pit of spikes, crocodiles, drowning in Jello. Perhaps those last ones were more the product of an overactive imagination, and too many late nights spent reading and watching horror movies. She'd been old, she'd been young. She had died alone, with her father, with her mother. With him, though she would never in a million years tell him that. She didn't think that she could stand the look he'd give her--two parts smug, one part puppy- ( ... )
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"See," he looks smug. "Scared. To. Death."
"That isn't proof, Castle."
"It isn't not proof, either." She sighed heavily ( ... )
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Clichéd Rewards
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Trick-or-treat!
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