Shipping VI: Where Everyone Gets To Be On Top

[Reinholdt]

Sad. Well written Dragonrider.

Maybe some of the newer people in the permissions thread? To encourage fresh participation?

[Cristo Meyers]

My shrivelled little heart almost gave a beat at that...or maybe it's just my wife's chili...

I can think of a few people for that one, but I believe I'll keep my peace.

[RabbitHoleLost]

Okie dokie, guys, here's the story:

'member Curly's Queen dealie? I've got the same thing with Cat Stevens. So here's another Cat Stevens songfic. But I need help deciding about whom it should be...SO. Thoughts?

How Can I Tell You?
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How can I tell you that I love you
I love you
When I can’t think of right words to say?
I long to tell you that I’m always thinking of you
I’m always thinking of you
But my words just blow away
Words just blow away
It always ends up to one thing, honey
And I can’t think of right words to say

She sat with her chin in her hands. The conversation played over and over in her head and she wished yet again that he were there. She’d seen him only the day before—he’d smiled and touched her shoulder and she almost turned to tell him how she felt before she lost the words. But then they’d gone, leaving her looking at him like some gawking idiot, till the smile faded from his face and he turned away.

The words just wouldn’t come.

Wherever I am, I’m always walking with you
I’m always walking with you
But I look and you’re not there
Whoever I’m with I’m always, always talking to you
I’m always talking to you
I’m sad that you can’t hear, sad that you can’t hear
It always ends up to one thing, honey
When I look and you’re not there

She heard the imagined conversation in her head all the time. It started with a simple “hi, how are you?” and always ended with declarations of love and romantic intent. Usually a kiss. And then she opened her eyes and remembered it was all a fantasy.

Part of her knew the truth: the version of him she’d constructed in her head was not the person she saw in real life. It was a vague mirror of someone-who-could-be-but-wasn’t. The false projection of her own hopes and dreams onto him sometimes made her angry at herself—“why do I get my hopes up like this?” Yet she couldn’t let go of the image.

The HER in her imagination was different, too. Funnier and more outgoing, more beautiful, more lively.

And, in her imagination, the HER she saw loved the HIM, and the him loved her back.

I need to know you, need to feel my arms around you
Yes, feel my arms around you
Like sea around a shore
Each night and day I pray and hope that I might find you
And hope that I might find you
Because hearts can do no more, can do no more
It always ends up to one thing, honey
Still I kneel upon the floor

She couldn’t do this anymore. Enough of the fantasies, the picture no one saw but her. She knew where he was—she knew she would see him tomorrow.

Time to end this.

It wasn’t hard to run into him. She stood, fingering a lock of her hair, and looked up at him. He blinked back as if surprised and she opened her mouth to say it.

“Hi, how are you?”

“Fine,” she said.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you . . . .”

Her heart leapt to her throat. “Really? About what?”

He glanced from side to side as if to make sure no one was listening. She readied herself, waiting.

“Look, you’re nice and all, but could you stop following me around? My friends think it’s weird.”

Her heart was gone, dropped through the bottom of the floor. She tried to hide her grief, to act as if it meant nothing to her. “Oh . . . sure. I didn’t know you thought I was following you around, ‘cause I wasn’t. Sorry.” She shrugged and turned away without waiting for his answer.

How can I tell you that I love you?
I love you
But I can’t think of right words to say
I long to tell you that I’m always thinkin’ of you
I’m always thinking of you
It always ends up to one thing, honey
And I can’t think of right words to say

It was too late.

So, Curly's thing with Queen is like your thing with Cat Stevens is like my thing with three out of the four of the Beatles? =P
Fangirls ahoy!

Anyways, I've always loved this song. I have the original by your would-be love and the cover by Cat Power, and another really pretty cover by some random lady on Youtube >>
I cried. Again. DeeRee, if Cat Stevens is your muse, he is fantastic and I hope continues to inspire you.

[TwoBitWriter]

Deeree, I loved how you worked it! Especially the ending.

And it is an awesome song, though my Cat Stevens experience is admittedly poor.

[CurlyKitGirl]

Okie dokie, guys, here's the story:

'member Curly's Queen dealie? I've got the same thing with Cat Stevens. So here's another Cat Stevens songfic. But I need help deciding about whom it should be...SO. Thoughts?

How Can I Tell You?
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How can I tell you that I love you
I love you
When I can’t think of right words to say?
I long to tell you that I’m always thinking of you
I’m always thinking of you
But my words just blow away
Words just blow away
It always ends up to one thing, honey
And I can’t think of right words to say

She sat with her chin in her hands. The conversation played over and over in her head and she wished yet again that he were there. She’d seen him only the day before—he’d smiled and touched her shoulder and she almost turned to tell him how she felt before she lost the words. But then they’d gone, leaving her looking at him like some gawking idiot, till the smile faded from his face and he turned away.

The words just wouldn’t come.

Wherever I am, I’m always walking with you
I’m always walking with you
But I look and you’re not there
Whoever I’m with I’m always, always talking to you
I’m always talking to you
I’m sad that you can’t hear, sad that you can’t hear
It always ends up to one thing, honey
When I look and you’re not there

She heard the imagined conversation in her head all the time. It started with a simple “hi, how are you?” and always ended with declarations of love and romantic intent. Usually a kiss. And then she opened her eyes and remembered it was all a fantasy.

Part of her knew the truth: the version of him she’d constructed in her head was not the person she saw in real life. It was a vague mirror of someone-who-could-be-but-wasn’t. The false projection of her own hopes and dreams onto him sometimes made her angry at herself—“why do I get my hopes up like this?” Yet she couldn’t let go of the image.

The HER in her imagination was different, too. Funnier and more outgoing, more beautiful, more lively.

And, in her imagination, the HER she saw loved the HIM, and the him loved her back.

I need to know you, need to feel my arms around you
Yes, feel my arms around you
Like sea around a shore
Each night and day I pray and hope that I might find you
And hope that I might find you
Because hearts can do no more, can do no more
It always ends up to one thing, honey
Still I kneel upon the floor

She couldn’t do this anymore. Enough of the fantasies, the picture no one saw but her. She knew where he was—she knew she would see him tomorrow.

Time to end this.

It wasn’t hard to run into him. She stood, fingering a lock of her hair, and looked up at him. He blinked back as if surprised and she opened her mouth to say it.

“Hi, how are you?”

“Fine,” she said.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you . . . .”

Her heart leapt to her throat. “Really? About what?”

He glanced from side to side as if to make sure no one was listening. She readied herself, waiting.

“Look, you’re nice and all, but could you stop following me around? My friends think it’s weird.”

Her heart was gone, dropped through the bottom of the floor. She tried to hide her grief, to act as if it meant nothing to her. “Oh . . . sure. I didn’t know you thought I was following you around, ‘cause I wasn’t. Sorry.” She shrugged and turned away without waiting for his answer.

How can I tell you that I love you?
I love you
But I can’t think of right words to say
I long to tell you that I’m always thinkin’ of you
I’m always thinking of you
It always ends up to one thing, honey
And I can’t think of right words to say

It was too late.

Kaela/RHL

And it's wonderful. So this mean you're going to be doing reams of Cat Stevens fics? Sweeeet.
Fangirls go!

@RHL: I b'lieve I've found another Labyrinth song for you as well.

[Dragonrider]

@Reinholdt: maybe I'll go check that thread, then. Roll a die and select two random people...that might yield amusing results....

@Uncle Cristo: No doubt the chili. But holding your peace...it's so uncharacteristic!

@RHL: three of us+old (but never outdated!) music=awesome fangirling! Hee hee. My "would-be love". Too bad he's 60. ;)

@Daddy: Poor Cat Stevens experience? that will never do! I shall have to educate you through my reams of songfics!

@Curly: oooh. If Reinholdt's idea doesn't yield good candidates (no offense to the newer 'shippers, mind) then I'll take your idea. And yes, as I said to Daddy Tooby - REAMS.

[RabbitHoleLost]

[@RHL: three of us+old (but never outdated!) music=awesome fangirling! Hee hee. My "would-be love". Too bad he's 60. ;)

Ringo is 68.
John Lennon and George Harrison are dead.
...
And that, boys and girls, is why I'm a necromancer


Curly: This excites me =D

[Cristo Meyers]

@Uncle Cristo: No doubt the chili. But holding your peace...it's so uncharacteristic!

Ha ha ha

Just 'cause I'm a bitter, opinionated, outspoken jerk...

Ringo is 68.
John Lennon and George Harrison are dead.
...
And that, boys and girls, is why I'm a necromancer

By far the creepiest thing I've ever heard you say...

[UncleWolf]

Ringo is 68.
John Lennon and George Harrison are dead.
...
And that, boys and girls, is why I'm a necromancer


Curly: This excites me =D

<.<
There is going to be a Rabbit ship with her raising The Beatles, isn't there?

[TwoBitWriter]

@Daddy: Poor Cat Stevens experience? that will never do! I shall have to educate you through my reams of songfics!

We can share musical experiences. PM me a link, and I will return in kind!

[mangosta71]

<.<
There is going to be a Rabbit ship with her raising The Beatles, isn't there?

I doubt she would like what I would do with this idea if I were to write it...

Lovely work, DeeRee.

[UncleWolf]

I doubt she would like what I would do with this idea if I were to write it...

Lovely work, DeeRee.

<.<

I may take a whack at it sometime, but if anyone else wants it, go ahead.

[Exeson]

I just have a quick question. Is it bad form to ship yourself? I feel in the mood to write some ship but due to my hiatus from the boards I have returned to find that I don't really know any Gitp pairings well enough to really write about it.

[TwoBitWriter]

I just have a quick question. Is it bad form to ship yourself? I feel in the mood to write some ship but I don't really know any Gitp pairings well enough to really write about it.

People ship themselves all the time.

And don't worry about pairings, we have all been mixed up with one another at some point.

[Dragonrider]

Yeah, unless it's explicitly forbidden by the person/people in question (such as Happyturtle/RHL pairings...NEVER EVER EVER EVER pair them romantically), it's okay.

[Exeson]

A million miles away - By Exeson
Starring XNadia and Exeson

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Sometimes the things that hurt the most are ones that don't exist. Ghosts can move people more than any knife or threat of violence. Over five thousand years of experience has helped to perfect the state of mind that is now the human condition's greatest affliction - longing.

Subtle words and feelings are greater than any rousing speech, they can change things so slowly you never even notice until it is too late, and you can't even remember what you felt like before.

***

And so he wakes up. Slowly he checks his watch, the glowing numbers showing 5:30, right on time body clock. he gets up and stumbles to the kitchen, flicking on the kettle and lethargically collecting a teabag and mug.

He brews the drink, pouring the last of the sugar into it and moves to the tiny fridge to get some milk. Old one empty, down to the last dregs. With a sigh he takes out a new bottle and screws off the green cap. He can't tell you why but this always annoys him, having to remove the foil from a new milk bottle. Little things he supposes, always the little things.

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And so she wakes up. A shaft of light piercing through the gap in the curtain. That damned gap, never there when she goes to bed but always there to allow the sun's rays to tickle her awake early in the morning. Wiping sleep from her eyes she stalks into the kitchen and acquires a bowl and cereal. She casually pours some milk over it, spilling half of it onto the table.

cursing she gets a cloth and half heartedly wipes up the mess, she is always clumsy in the morning. always. She seats herself and takes a spoonful of cereal before frowning and chuckling to herself. Sugar, how could she forget sugar? she grabs the bowl and looks in only to see that it is empty. She sighs and moves over to the cupboard to refill the sugar bowl. she doesn't know why but it always annoys her when she has to do that. Small things really, small, but irritating.

***

Life's not too bad he supposes, things could be worse. He pauses to check he does in fact have his wallet. No, apparently not. With a sigh he turns around and walks back up the street and unlocks the door again. How troublesome. He walks into the kitchen to grab his wallet and frowns and the small drop of milk on the counter. Quickly he wipes it away with his sleeve and leaves the house.

***

She quickly gets dressed, no time to lose really. Throwing on her cloths she trips over and falls. Silly. she jumps up again and grabs her rucksack, dropping into it her books and pencil case. She then hurries out the back door and through the garden gate, taking the shortcut to school. As she walks she takes in the beauty of the New Zeland summer sun and thinks of the night before, the reason she is so tired. She should know better than to be up so late on the computer, but she really was having fun talking to him, they just connected really well.

***

On the other side of the world a boy is walking down the street, his breath condensing in the crisp British winter morning air as he check his wallet, even though he knows it is there... Strange thing really, He is thinking the exact same thing.

Phew, wow my witting skills are rusty. ah well, not my best bit of prose but I like it.

@^: Am I allowed to ask why?

[Kaelaroth]

And the lad can write!

...

*adds talented to Exe's list of awesomesauce qualities, in envy green ink*

[Reinholdt]

Welcome to shipping Exeson. Very nicely done.
Although I admit I spent some time thinking about time zones and how that would work. *ponders more*

As for why, they just agreed they didn't want it done and forbade it.

[Exeson]

Although I admit I spent some time thinking about time zones and how that would work. *ponders more*

Shhhhhhhh. Don't make me get the duct tape.

And the lad can write!

...

*adds talented to Exe's list of awesomesauce qualities, in envy green ink*

Awww. Thanks dude.

[TwoBitWriter]

Exeson, very nice introduction to the Shipping thread.

Welcome aboard!

[PhoeKun]

So...I haven't written anything yet. I feel inadequate, and I don't want to be compared to anybody. Or maybe I'm just afraid to do what it is I say I love.

[Reinholdt]

So...I haven't written anything yet. I feel inadequate, and I don't want to be compared to anybody. Or maybe I'm just afraid to do what it is I say I love.

D= You're not inadequate!
*gives encouraging hugs to*
Don't do it if you don't want to.

Or do it, then decide if you want to share it or not. If you don't, that's fine. We won't bite you for it.

[TwoBitWriter]

So...I haven't written anything yet. I feel inadequate, and I don't want to be compared to anybody. Or maybe I'm just afraid to do what it is I say I love.

I understand, Phoe. I call myself a writer, when I barely write at all.

You won't be compared to anyone here. We only criticize when it is asked for. This is a good place for a cheap ego stroke.

[Destro_Yersul]

Aye, what Twobit said. I'm very critical of my own work, but everyone here seems to like it, so.. *shrugs*

[Destro_Yersul]

Whee, double post. I'd wait, but this is done now and I want to get this tab closed. Right then, Given that the FellowShip has broken up by this point, the main character spoiler has been broken up into separate sections as well. Thus begins book 2.

Cast List:

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The Ring's Party:

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Reinholdt - Frodo (hobbit)
DragonRider (DeeRee) - Sam(antha)(hobbit)

The King's Party:

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TwoBit - Pippin (hobbit)
Cristo - Merry (hobbit)
Nil - Aragorn
Fred - Gimli
Artemis - Legolas (also female)

Those with indeterminate status:

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Destro - Gandalf
Lex - Boromir (inexplicably female, MIA)

the Ship of the Rings: the ridiculously long epic continues.
Part 1
Starring: The King's Party (also starring a bunch of zombies. Rabbit as Saruman mentioned)

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They had been marching for a while now. Zombies are tireless, and didn't seem to mind carrying Cristo and Twobit the whole way to wherever they were going. The two hobbits passed the time by staring at the sky, which was cloudless and had lots of stars in it.

After a while of pointing out constellations, they got a little bored. So, Cristo? What do you suppose we should do while we're waiting for Nil and his band of flunkies to come rescue us?

I dunno. Cristo looked down at his belt, where there was a distinct lack of a sword. The zombies had taken it. Surprisingly thoughtful, for mindless undead.

We could always try singing. Think the smelly jerks here know any good songs?

Probably not.

A wicked grin appeared on Twobit's face. Then I know just where to start their education. I love the mountains...

AAUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH!

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Nil, Fred and Artemis stood on a rocky outcropping, overlooking a wide field. They came this way. I'm sure of it. But they have a large lead on us, and zombies can march forever.

How can you be sure they passed this way?

I found an arm.

Not one of the hobbits', I hope.

Nil glared at the dwarf, probably just for suggesting that. No. First of all, it was rotten. Second of all, whoever owns those zombies wants the hobbits alive. Meaning, Rabbit wants them alive. Which is quite distinctly bad.

Why is it that being taken alive is seen as worse anyways? Fred mused. I'd much rather be taken alive than dead.

Alive, there are things they can do which are quite a bit worse than death. Not pleasant. Everyone had started running after the zombies again, and Answers had to become much shorter in order to keep up the pace.

You would know, with that crazy friend of yours back in the forest.

He's part of it, yes.

AAUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH! A group of very surprised birds took flight from a nearby forest as the scream echoed across the plains. The three stopped running.

Artemis broke the silence. What the hell was that?

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Damn it, Twobit! Damn it, and you, and whoever wrote that song! Cristo was shouting furiously, trying to drown out the repeated chorus of 'Boom de Yada' that was running through his head.

Twobit, by contrast, was laughing wildy. Oh, man, you should see your face right now. He managed to choke this out during the times he had to stop laughing to breathe. That's the funniest thing I've seen all day.

Gods DAMN it! Cristo thumped the zombie carrying him on the skull. It toppled forward, dropping him and prompting another cry of DAMN IT!

The zombies didn't bother making camp. They didn't need to. Eventually Cristo managed to get the song out of his head again, at which point he also started talking to Twobit again. So, are we going to try escaping, or something?

We might, yeah. I was kind of waiting for that forest to get a bit closer first.

Why is that?

Well, it's dark, spooky, kinda foreboding. Lots of shadows in there, and probably a fair number of nasty things that could prevent us from ever coming back out.

Ah, I see what you're getting at. It is a prime candidate for exploration, isn't it?

That's what I thought. So, we'll hang around until then?

Sure, why not? These guys are giving us a free ride there, at least. Aren't you, you great ugly buggers? Cristo knocked on the zombie's head again.

STFU N00B! said the zombie. LOL! said the zombie's friends.

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Stop running so fast! My legs aren't as long as yours, you know! Fred wheezed and came to a stop, leaning on a boulder.

Sorry, Fred. But we really do need to catch up to the others.

They're ZOMBIES! The Dwarf choked out. Slow? Shambling? Escape them by walking briskly?

They've had fast zombies in other things, you know. Like 28 days later.

Those weren't zombies, Nil put in.

They might as well have been, Artemis retorted.

I like slower zombies.

And I like the dumb ones.

Which reminds me. We need a plan to rescue Twobit and Cristo once we catch up.

Welllll... Nil began, but stopped.

What? Artemis and Fred both spoke at once.

Technically, that won't be strictly necessary.

A plan?

Yes. No. It doesn't matter. PLOT SPOILERS! Nil took off running again, and the other two had no choice but to follow.

Don't you hate when he does that? said the Dwarf.

[Reinholdt]

Great Destro.
Why is Nil running if he knows the plot already? Hmm... me thinks he just wants to watch Artemis run and Fred try to keep up.

[CurlyKitGirl]

Previously on:

The Deck

Diamonds
Clubs

And now:

Spades

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Hellianne snuggled back into the passive arms of Phoe as she watched the preparation for the next round of presents for Valentines Day – such a nice red day, people giving their hearts all over the place. It was very pretty.
Like the little rivery tendrils of crimson blood exploring the cool white floor. So pretty, like her face, with the pretty blood on it. She wanted to get down in the floor and paint with it, but she’ promised to be a good girl when it was Harleys’ turn to give them their presents. As flexibly stealthy as she could she leant forwards, folding her body in half until her hands could just about reach the growing streams of blood. It felt so smooth and sticky. A grin cracked her face as she rubbed her fingertips through the red. Oh, it was becoming like burrs of torn satin, she couldn’t paint with that.
She left her garish modern art alone and sat back up, stretching like a cat and licking her gory fingertips before resuming her interested staring, glad that her playtime had gone unnoticed.
Harley was humming contentedly as she toyed with the dead playmates. She liked to do that, it made her live toys so much more fun. They shook and cried and begged and did as they were told.
Though some of they messes they made weren’t anywhere near as pretty as the spiralling blood. It had gone all dry and burgundy now; it would feel rough if she touched it again wouldn’t it?
”Well Mr. J, just you sit back on one of these comfy chairs like Annie and I’ll give you both a wonderful show to celebrate Valentines Day. Go! Sit.” The Joker took a at the head of the table close to the action and said, ”Can’t wait love. But next time we really should bring our own cameras, they never show our material on TV any more. Not after that time when you played musical statues with a touch sensitive floor. So much terror . . . “ He sighed wistfully.
”Mobile phones have cameras on then sometimes.” The surprisingly lucid statement had the other two snap their heads towards with something approaching shock showing plainly, even on the Jokers’ face. ”What?” she asked, cutely tilting her head to the left like a curious puppy. Albeit a rabid one that would sooner mutilate than cuddle.
”That’s a fantastic idea Annie! Can you rifle through their pockets to see if they’ve got one or two?” They complied eagerly, hoping to at least make a partial memory of what was almost certain to be as breathtaking as her normal displays.
Luck, fickle and uncaring as to who Her benefactors were, blessed them once again as their rather disgusting search through tacky clothing sticky with blood and other fluids revealed four high tech phones, each with a rather good camera.
The Joker chose a slim black phone to film from his seat, but Helianne had a harder time picking hers. ”But they’re so pretty!” she exclaimed, frustration apparent in her voice. ”Back to normal then. Knew it was too good to be true.” walking over from her improvised stage she picked out a blue phone and gave it to her, ”Take this one Annie. Good girl, now go and sit down with Phoe and you can enjoy the show yeah?” Already Annie was entranced by the slim elegance of the phone that the owner couldn’t possibly have afforded so Harley gently guided her back to her chair and sat her down on Phoe’s lap. ”There we go now pet.”
Harley checked to make sure both her cameras were on and focussed entirely on her for the moment. ”Hello and welcome to Harleys’ All New Fantastical Show! Today, in our first ever episode we have a double: Mal and Cris were very, very naughty people indeed and so they were chosen to show all you people on YouTube, and anywhere else we put this internet or otherwise, just what naughtiness and trying to run away from us – oh, by the way, that would be: The Joker – say ‘hi’ my sweet!”
Both cameras turned to show him as he said ”Hi.”
”Hellianne.”
”Hello little people. I can almost see you; sitting there staring with your eyes. Do you like me? I hope you do; I like to be like don’t I Phoe? Oh, she’s dead, I forgot. Sorry.”
”And myself, Harley Quinn.
“Now, do you want to see spirits? To look into the eyes of one who will see the end of all things? To see empires fall? Then. Look. At. Me. I am here, and I like to teach.
“Behind me we have two foolish, foolish young men. Both in their twenties twenty - one and twenty six respectively. As we found out just a few short moments ago Cris is married, Mal is currently single. And always will be actually.
“Our lesson for today is on a rare property of a poisonous Japanese fish. I won’t say what because I like my secrets and I demand perfection, so no silly copycats ‘kay? When rubbed into a wound it paralyses the person. Their heart rate is undetectable by any machine, and they are awake. I was considering leaving this as a special treat for the Batman, but I couldn’t wait! I’m not a patient woman.” She smiled warmly. ”And I’m absolutely crazy. What’s that cute phrase that would this? Oh yes, I’m stir – fry crazy. And it just makes my wonderful little loves Mr. J and Annie here so happy.
“I’m also not very good at what I’m about to do so it’ll be even more exciting than normal. I hope you’re watching closely viewers because this should be good. Truthfully, one should wait a little longer for it to totally work, so there will be some flailing, maybe even some noise. This is my first time after all,” she licked her lips lasciviously, ”And I want everyone involved to have a good time.” And she winked first at the Jokers’ camera, then at Helliannes’. ” So: to work!”
She slipped her hand inside a pocket and withdrew a small vial of liquid. ”Wake up call?”
”Acid. Not sure which type; I lifted it when we played hide and go seek with that scientist down that lab a few weeks ago. Looked pretty good though.” Harley knelt gracefully down in between the two bodies propped up against the wall as if they were just sleeping and trickled a few drops onto one mans’ cheek, then did the same to the other. Their eyes lifted up langorously, but a few zoom ins by the phones showed the agony their faces could only twitch spasmodically into showing the briefest hint of pain. Almost unheard, even to the occupants, some breathy noises showed just how severe the pain was as it stretched and cracked rigid vocal chords. It was a sight to behold. ”Now you’re both awake, let us move onto the fun.” Disappearing momentarily from the room she soon reappeared with a large pair of gem cutting tools. Agonisingly slowly the sluggish eyes of the victims managed to focus on them and they noticeably widened as the men began to realise what was coming to them.
”These cut diamonds with ease gentle viewers. Shall we examine the damage done to the flesh?”
Intrigued the Joker leant forward, jostling the camera and blocking its vision for a few moments, he had managed to stream the footage live, so now the viewers could only see blackness. But they could hear the deep ominous whining of the machinery.
The footage came back. A little grainy because of the close up; the little whirring blade was hovering a fraction of a fraction of an inch above the bared torso of Mal. With a sickening shlurking noise the miniature circular saw began to splice its way through the tender flesh with efficient ease. Blood and strings of skin and fat and muscle and tissue and chips of splintered bone were ejected from the canyon gently working its way down the ribcage spattering itself generously over the magenta walls in a gross parody of modern art.
Mal had passed out long ago from the sheer horror of what was being done to his body – the poison had somehow dulled the pain, but that didn’t mean a thing if one saw it. So Harley got started on Cris. Thanks to the previous demonstration he fainted before she even touched his skin with the saw. Shrugging she said, ”Eh, might as well. I love those CSI shows and I’ve always wanted to perform an autopsy.”
The terror stricken watchers were unable to draw their gaze away from the perverse misdeeds on the screen. And the other two were laughing and applauding as if it were some kind of game! How could they?! Bile filled their mouths and some of the voyeurs vomited or fainted, aghast at the actions they’d merely watched with morbid dispassion. Who’d have thought it was real?!
The autopsy began.

Yeah, a little bit squicky in parts perhaps?
Stay tuned for the results in Hearts!

[Dragonrider]

Indeed, Curly - I'm feelin' the squick.

Exeson: I'm with Daddy Tooby: ROCKIN' DEBUT!

[Helgraf]

So...I haven't written anything yet. I feel inadequate, and I don't want to be compared to anybody. Or maybe I'm just afraid to do what it is I say I love.

It's been weeks since I've posted anything fic-wise. Just ... write. Even if you never post it here. Even if you never show it to anyone. Write.

You are better than you may believe. I did not choose my muses randomly.

:slinks off into the shadows: ... oh, err, 'ello Rabbit. Funny running into you here. :slinks off into other shadows: Cristo?! :slinks off into yet other shadows, only to find Curly reading in the dark: Hmmm.

[UncleWolf]

And to think that really happens sometimes.

Great work.