Drabble meme

[evillurks]

I suppose I'm game. Leave a comment and I'll write something for whichever of the following you choose, but I don't promise it will be any good. Either version of Thorn is allowed, as well as The Shadow, and possibly Aloysius if you ask nicely.

1. Playful!
2. Murderous!
3. Flailing!
4. Incarcerated!
5. Deviant!
6. Ill!
7. Intoxicated!
8. Wildly Inappropriate!
9. Eloquent!
10. Cooking!
11. Over-protective!
12. Wanker!
13. Silly!
14. Romantic!
15. Silent-Treatment!
16. Bedtime!
17. Jealous!
18. Inquisitive!
19. Confused!
20. Sexy!
21. Angry!
22. Dorky!
23. Working!
24. Needs-a-Hug!
25. Choose-your-own!

Comments

[courtneycrumrin.livejournal.com]

Eloquent, please. The Shadow or regular Thorn. Or both, whatever. :3

[name-of-thorn.livejournal.com]

He said very little as they made their way up the rocky path. At moments the climb was rough enough to require the use of a hand, but that alone could not account for his silence. He was nervous, and having lived so much of his life under the concealing shelter of a hood, Thorn was not good at hiding his emotions. The day was overcast, and he wore no hood now. Whenever Courtney looked his way, his ears turned a brighter shade of red beneath the scabs. He had asked her to come on this outing, and for what? The silence of the climb was not so much companionable as it was awkward.
At the top was a broad rocky outcropping, and the view was spectacular. She allowed a long moment for them both to catch their breath, longer, perhaps, than was strictly necessary. In the end she broke down, but struggled to keep the impatience from her voice. "You said you wanted to talk to me. About what?"
Thorn fidgeted, twisting a stray thread from his sleeve around and around one gloved finger. "Uhm... mm... er..." His ears, even his cheeks, were red now. Fumbling, he finally reached into his pocket and pulled out a neatly folded piece of heavy paper. He offered it to her without a word.
The first letter was surrounded by flowers and vines, carefully drawn in fine markers. Every word was in his best neat and always calligraphic hand. By the time she reached the bottom of the page, Courtney too was blushing. She said nothing more aloud, but edged closer, and slid her arms around him. She should have known his most eloquent moments were always quiet ones.

[courtneycrumrin.livejournal.com]

Awwww, how sweet! *hugs* Thank you!

[evillurks.livejournal.com]

You're welcome, I think I may post it on his journal for Valentine's Day, if you have no objections.

[courtneycrumrin.livejournal.com]

None at all! It's perfect.

[sarah-branigan.livejournal.com]

Wildly Inappropriate!Shadow and Silly!JThorn :)

[evillurks.livejournal.com]

"He's not... hurt. Exactly." Metody gave Sarah a beseeching look, which he seemed to be quite good at.
Sarah regarded The Shadow with a critical eye, and found one eyebrow rising. There was the hint of swelling that indicated a developing black eye, and at the moment he seemed to be leaning rather heavily on the younger man. "What happened?"
The old man sank down on the Clinic table, but simply sat hunched over, elbows on his knees. His squinting gaze rose from the floor at Sarah's feet, and it rose very slowly.
"Well we think he's been LOLed..." Metody stood close by, twisting his fingers together now that he was free of the burden of his friend.
"We?" Sarah interrupted.
"Me and Myra... Er..."
The Shadow's gaze, still traveling upwards, paused at Sarah's chest. "You're not bad either, actually. A little curvier than her... it's been a very long time, you know." He grinned, and the sparkling blue eyes finally met her own.

((I truly hope I'm forgiven by Metody and Myra's players...))

[myra-reldon.livejournal.com]

....... *snort*

The poor man, but I can't stop snickering. Wildly Inappropriate!Shadow is wildly inappropriate.

[evillurks.livejournal.com]

;-) We shan't ask what Myra did that left him leaning on Metody, either.

I just couldn't imagine a scenario with him being wildly inappropriate unless an LOL was involved, and then I thought I might as well go for broke.

[myra-reldon.livejournal.com]

That's a pretty powerful LOL if she had to resort to more than a black eye. o_o

Heh, very clever solution to the prompt, I'll say.

[evillurks.livejournal.com]

It's a powerful LOL just to overcome his usual self restraint...

I'm pondering yours, now. Myra frequently confuses him, in fact...

[orchidlover-wa.livejournal.com]

Hahahaha. Sarah would be creeped out. I think I am a little too. ;)

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

....months and months later, and I finally see this. And it is awesome!

[evillurks.livejournal.com]

Not for him it isn't!

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

Hee!

He just needs to be more judicious in his choice of women.

That kind of LOL is actually how Metody's relationship with Pat started.

[evillurks.livejournal.com]

They had forewarned Thorn of when they would be arriving home, and while they were always grateful when he provided pet-sitting services, there was a certain subtle understanding that they'd prefer to return from their honeymoon to a quiet house. He was ideal for the job, even though the pets themselves were slightly wary of him. It seemed possible he only agreed because it meant regular visits with Belle.
When Sarah and Daniel PINpointed home, they knew better that to be surprised if the house looked even cleaner than when they had left it. They were not expecting balloons, and flowers, and candles. Thorn was nowhere to be seen, of course, but on his last visit to feed the cats and raven he'd left them the best homecoming he could afford.

[reymonkey.livejournal.com]

Wanker!Shadow because he totally is sometimes, and Sexy!J!Thorn! Because. We're really gonna make you work, hunh?

[evillurks.livejournal.com]

((You're terrible.))

The neighbourhood around the Hotel Metrolite had fallen into slight urban decay, over the decades. Harry Vincent remained, like so many of his elderly neighbours, because it was still safe during the daylight hours, and they rarely ventured out after dark in any case. In his case there was a double purpose, as it put him in a location his employer often worked nights. Dropping in for any important news was easy, that way. The Shadow was therefore surprised when he slipped in by the window, one night, only to find Vincent not there. A moment's glance around showed no signs of a struggle, and closer inspection revealed evidence of another kind entirely. On the table by the door was a note, slightly wrinkled from repeated readings. There was a partial ring on it, a faint watermark, as of the bottom edge of a receptacle. The ring was too large for a mug, more like the size for a vase.
In the darkened apartment, The Shadow waited.
Harry returned, after half an hour or so, whistling a tune and loosening a tie. He was dressed in a suit he hadn't worn in years, and he carried his cane with a dapper air tonight. He had only been a few doors down for the evening, but he felt like he'd been years away. When he clicked on the light, the dark spectre seated in the living room made his heart jump into his mouth, and the whistle died in a strangled sound.
"You're still an active agent, even if it is research. We cannot afford complications." The Shadow rose, and fixed Harry briefly with a piercing look, then departed by the window without another word.
Harry thought of the sweet-faced elderly woman he'd spent the evening with, and sat down to let his heart recover from the shock. He'd have to rethink through the various excuses he'd used in his younger days to ward off pretty young ladies.

[evillurks.livejournal.com]

He had met her on one of his very nervous trips to the Nexus, and there had been an instant rapport. She was calm and quiet. She had a smile that seemed like she was glowing within. She had a way of gently laughing that let him know he was never being laughed at. She was also a fantastic cook.
Despite having lived a few decades more than ever showed, dating was something Thorn had absolutely no experience with. Asking his alternate for tips had proven unproductive, despite the other man's successful ongoing relationship. Sarah had been more helpful, and certainly understanding, although he couldn't help feeling she was taking a little too much delight in the situation.
His old suit no longer fit, and was beginning to look moth-eaten besides, but for once in his life he had enough savings to buy something new. He had spent a long time fussing in the mirror, but there was little else to be done for his face. His hair and eyebrows had been re-dyed just yesterday to hide the white, and the suit jacket was cut loose and well enough to actually be marginally slimming. He'd gotten a haircut, a real one, and had not worn his hat since he'd washed it. Brushed back it was still bushy, but somewhat tamed.
Taking a last glance in the mirror, he straightened the flower in his lapel, picked up the large bouquet for her, and pressed the PINpoint button.

[myra-reldon.livejournal.com]

Hmm.....

How about Confused!Shadow?

[evillurks.livejournal.com]

Myra had adapted well to the modern world in which she so often worked, but after several occurrences when she had fallen under mild suspicion, the Old Tiger frowningly instructed that something be done about it. Sitting her down with Chaz Walters for a crash course in pop culture would have required letting her in on Myra's secret. Instead, he ordered Myra to rent a large batch of current and classic movies, instructed her briefly in the use of the VCR, and abandoned her to a few days of mind-numbing education.

He visited to check on her progress at an inopportune moment, and found her curled around a sofa cushion, a box of kleenex close at hand. She sniffled and straightened, hitting the pause button, the moment she became aware of his presence.
"What's happened?" The Shadow was tense, scanning the room for anything out of the ordinary, although he remained uncertain what, precisely, he should be on the lookout for.
"It's... no, I'm okay." Myra wiped her eyes, blushing vividly. "It's just, she admitted she was in love and then she died and it-"
"Perhaps... that's enough immersion in the entertainment culture for today." The Shadow pushed the power button on the VCR, and eyed his agent as if he were afraid she might explode.

((I owe Sarah's player heavily for inspiration.))

[myra-reldon.livejournal.com]

Heh heh heh. Chick-flicks. Myra is definitely one to cry at the movies.

I know I owe you the final stage of the RP, I have it figured out in my head, I just need to get around to posting it. In the meantime, I might consider this MEME myself. It might get me back into the swing of things so I can post something new to Myra's account again.

[allmyyesterdays.livejournal.com]

Gimme an intoxicated!Aloysius, and an inquisitive!Jthorn, please? *big eyes*

[evillurks.livejournal.com]

((Your icon there would be perfect for The Shadow... I apologize that it took me so long to write this. Intoxicated Aloysius proved tricky.))

It was not like Aloysius to socialize. Even in their travels across Europe, when he had introduced Courtney to 'old friends' there had been a definite air of distance. He had been friendly towards them, but not close.
It was a surprise, then, when one evening in early November a guest arrived on the porch of the Crumrin Mansion and was warmly received. He was short, slender, and very pale. His accent was too foreign for Courtney to place, even after the summer trip, and the name he gave was nigh unpronounceable. She was miffed when Aloysius took him directly up to the study, without so much as inviting her.
After an hour or two, curiosity got the better of her, and she crept to the study door. Practice had taught her which parts of the hall floor did and did not creak, and where and how to push the door open a crack without arousing notice.
They were seated by the fire, their conversation too low for her to properly make out, and bits of it seemed to be in another language, besides. What did reach her ears was the sudden chuckle Aloysius gave, just a touch loudly. There was a brandy sifter in his gnarled hand, nearly empty, and the bottle on the table between the men was very low. The stranger just smiled, but the aged warlock gestured at him a touch unsteadily with the large glass. His voice rose in mock accusation. "Don't give me that look, I can tell when you're trying not to laugh."
The pale man leaned forward and took the bottle, smiling more openly. His accented words took a moment for her to process. "Yes, but not at quite the same joke."
Aloysius gave a snort, took the last of what was in his glass in a single swallow, and set it on the table with a note of finality. "That's unfair, but you'd better finish the bottle."

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

*cough*

And if it's not too late, I would like to see Needs-a-Hug!Shadow, because I cannot even begin to imagine how that would work.

[evillurks.livejournal.com]

Hm, well clearly I've fallen off posting and need to return to it, so I'll try to come up with something. ;-)