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The boulders. The sand pit. The beach ( Read more... ) -
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From a clinic bed, one lone, slightly off key voice rang out and echoed off the Compound walls ( Read more... ) -
morning after the bonfire
John awoke to a curious sensation, rather like he'd been prepared as one might a piece of dried meat. As soon as the initial sleep-induced fuzz wore off, he felt quite a bit worse. He was hot, thirsty, his head ached, and if anymore sweat developed inside his leather pants his flesh might actually start boiling ( Read more... ) -
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John was pretty sure he'd gone to sleep with an uneven cave floor beneath him, that same old jagged rock sticking up through the blankets to make nice with his kidneys. So why he was waking up on a much smoother, if no less chilly surface, that --now that he thought about it-- smelled damn familiar was anyone's guess ( Read more... ) -
For Bones
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John marched steadily out of the door to the Compound, one very drunk scientist over his shoulder and a satisfied looking grin on his face. From above he thought he heard a giggle, and he smacked playfully at the ass dangling so conveniently near. "Quiet, you. I'm a man on a mission." -
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The fingers that wrapped around the little bottle of moonshine were numb, and John hadn't even had a sip yet. He'd walked blindly out of the Compound, Temperance's blood on his shirt, mingling with the salty residue of his own tears, and each stumbling step took him further away from the populated area of the island ( Read more... ) -
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You must admit, John, it is a rather winsome tree.
John lifted his head from where it rested against the trunk, giving Scorpius a sidelong look. "Well, I'm glad you're comfortable, Scorpy, but spending three days up a tree is not my idea of a good time."
Why don't you just shoot them with that pulse pistol you're so fond of."S'jammed." John ( Read more... )