As per usual, I'm posting this a wee bit early for those of you who are ahead in the timezones from me, especially since at my new job I have absolutely NO chance to get on LJ during the day. It is also open season on the remaining letters, so fill in as you please (E, I, J, V, and Z are available!)
So it is with great enjoyment that I now say:
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That's _very_ Horatio!
How much trouble could he get into
Just a leetle bit perhaps? ;)
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“You have to admit, Horatio, that it’s a lovely city.”
Horatio looked at the buildings of New York disdainfully. “Maybe so, but they stole the designs from us.”
Bush glanced at him. “I wasn’t aware you were so bitter about losing America.”
“I’m not,” Horatio growled, turning away from the railing and retreating towards his cabin, “I’m bitter about being perpetually associated with the loss.”
“Oh, that’s right,” Bush said, “You were born…”
“The same day they decided to revolt. You can’t imagine the teasing I got at school because of it, especially once the bloody Americans started treating it as a holiday. I was actually blamed for the revolt!”
“What?” Bush was shocked, albeit a little amused, “Who made that leap of logic?”
“You know how a child’s mind works. They just liked having something to use against me other than my surname.”
Full Fic Here:
http://ioanite.livejournal.com/24716.html#cutid1
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He wraps his thin cloak closer around himself as he makes his way back to his boarding house; he has already pawned his thicker one. He had not been as successful at Whist tonight as he had hoped; perhaps his luck is failing at him at last.
This way to the egress
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Goes to my journal
Thanks for reading :)
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