Skins Bang Drabble Tag

[miss_peg]

Hello!

So I noticed this place hasn't really been kick started yet and I don't know if that's just because it's technically not all beginning, but I hope nobody minds me beginning a game of drabble tag, which I did suggest in the opening post. Don't know how to play? Keep reading!

Welcome to Skins Bang Drabble Tag!

I’m sure many of you will understand

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[reddawg82]

Prompt 1: "Revenge is a dish best served cold"

[tromana]

quick note: I've only watched 3 eps of S5 (and Skins in general) so far. So, sorry if this doesn't fit in with canon properly. And I'm also completely on a Mini drive, it appears.

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She can’t believe it.

Nick and Liv. Liv and Nick. It seems so wrong.

She and Nick, they were in love. She loved him, he loved her. Okay, so he never actually said it. Dodged the bullet, said she was hot and sexy instead. But it didn’t matter. Deep down, Mini knew he cared.

Or thought she knew.

The problem was what to do next.

Because it wasn’t just Nick that had hurt her, it was Liv too. Liv was meant to be her fucking best friend.

But she decided to wait.

Hot fury left you looking like a fool.

[miss_peg]

Oooh...I like. The short, sharp sentences work well. They emphasise the fact that Mini's probably got all these quick thoughts darting in and out of her brain. It almost leaves you wanting more because you just know that whatever Mini does, will be amazing (in its horribleness).

[tromana]

yay. So glad you liked it. :-) Sorry, no more for now. Whilst Mini seems to be my drabble-target, can't think much longer than that and write other-fic too. :p

[tromana]

One question haunts and hurts
Too much, too much to mention
Was I really seeking good
Or just seeking attention?
- No Good Deed, from Wicked

[reddawg82]

She was scarred for life.

She could only wonder why she acted the way she did. It wasn't as if she was protecting her twin, not really, by the way she acted. She wanted attention, craved it, and she used the male population to do just that.

She shouldn't have been surprised when karma came back to get her in the end, and when she dumped her little, yet hung, boyfriend after finding the news that would ruin all her dreams, she vowed to change.

Change for herself, for her twin, for Emily.

[miss_peg]

Aw, how sad! Such a sad but almost hopeful feel towards the end. Lovely!

[reddawg82]

Almost hopeful.
Katie changed a lot in S4... a huge transformation, and I loved it.

[tromana]

Pamela: I've always been told murderers have terrible dreams.
Hannay: Oh, but only at first. Got over that a long time ago. When I first did a crime, I was quite squeamish about it. I was a most sensitive child.
-Dialogue from Hitchcock's The 39 Steps

[miss_peg]

Cook dreamed in red. He hadn’t always.

It all began the night he found Freddie’s blood drenched clothes in Foster’s house. It all really began when he used his fists to knock the cunt unconscious before smashing him up with his own bat. The bat he probably used to kill Freddie.

The first time Cook ever hit someone, he was ten and he punched Freddie in the mouth for calling his mum hot.

He wasn’t afraid of a punch up, of feeling the skin and bone of his knuckle colliding with someone’s cheek or nose. At first the feel of bone breaking made him recoil, feel sick to his stomach.

Then that night with Foster, it got better. Suddenly it all became so much easier to crush bone, to smell blood.

[tromana]

Oooh I love the progression of this one. The way the dreams came and went, Cook's flirtations with violence. I swear you're a drabble master. :p

[miss_peg]

LOL! Aww, that's nice of you to say...your prompt was wonderful, really brought the idea out of me. The taste of violence which only really gets easier the more it happens.

[miss_peg]

"You don't get to choose how you're going to die"

[reddawg82]

It's dark, not outside, nor in my house, but in my head. The dark thoughts rumbling around in my skull, trying to claw their way out from the inside. I can hear the scratches of their nails against the bone... it makes me shiver. I've always been a bit morbid, mysterious, a loner. My brother didn't even understand me completely, but he was the only one to try anyway, until Freddie. Of all the ways I thought he would die, none of them involved being beaten to death by my ex-psychologist from the mental farm. He didn't get the choice to live, to die, or choose his method of demise.

I do, and I shall be joining him shortly. Wait for me, Freddie, just wait a little longer.

My breath is getting shallow, my heart pumping loudly in my ears as the now tepid water around me is blazing red, like a satin sheet covering my naked body. I feel myself slipping into the darkness, and for once, I'm not afraid of it, I embrace it, because I know Freddie is waiting for me.

[miss_peg]

Fuck. That's the only word that came to mind...it's...as soon as I started reading I knew this would be Effy. I just knew it. I don't have many words. I'm stunned.

[reddawg82]

She's the first one that came to mind when I thought of death, her and Freddie for obvious reasons.

I stunned you!? Wow!

[miss_peg]

"We are all born mad. Some remain so."

[reddawg82]

I refuse to believe it, that Effy is mental, just like my mum was. What is it about them that makes them so much different than everyone else. I mean, my mum's blood is racing through my veins, how come I'm not in need of a trip to the funny farm?
Our upbringing?
The blood through our veins?
Why didn't the pills help? They didn't help my mum, and they don't seem to be helping Effy.
Maybe it's their destiny to go mad. Maybe we're all mad, some just learn to mask it with drugs and vices, while others can do nothing but let it consume them... like my mum... like Effy.

[miss_peg]

I'm sat here racking my brain for who this is actually from the POV of. OH, I just found what I was looking for...Freddie?

[reddawg82]

Yep, Fredster!