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♒ ([personal profile] amoray) wrote in [community profile] goshdarnspam2013-06-26 04:10 pm

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the picture prompt meme


1. comment with your character.
2. others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
( 2a. if you like, link a visualosities post in your top level comment to give people material to work with! )
3. reply to them with a setting based on the picture.
4. for an idea of how this works, see bakerstreet, which is where i stole this meme from!
5. THIS IS A SLOW BURNING MEME IF YOU SAY YOU'RE LATE I'LL SLOW BURN YOUR HOUSE DOWN
ropedin: (Are you for serious)

[personal profile] ropedin 2013-06-27 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh. Well apparently attempting to avoid the issue only meant he'd stepped into it. Or maybe Nelson was sporting for a fight. His eyes narrowed behind his hood. He was looking for words, or something. HJ never knew precisely what he wanted, when he got like this. How was he supposed to know?

He didn't relax, if anything he tensed further.

He may know how to keep things together with Nelson, (for the most part) the shambles of what they had held together by the two of them sidestepping and working around each other as best they could. That didn't mean he was an expert, and he shouldn't be expected to, in his mind. He had more important things on his mind, like how to clean the City.
]

Coming back to it is pleasing. [ He hedged. He was starting to expect it, honestly, and if he was going to stay up, why wouldn't he want to just take to the streets with him? HJ's logic circled back toward what he thought he needed to do. ]

The mood is not.
bartalk: ( poortraits ) (pic#6372736)

no its perfect

[personal profile] bartalk 2013-06-27 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ they say once you're bored of London New York, you're bored with life, but the saying was obviously invented before spacetravel and FTL were invented. The City is nice, but even after months of 'settling' he can't shake the thought of 'God, I should be in space'. There are worse places to be marooned, he supposes, but no evil AI worth their salt would even bother with sending people to Iowa. Or Texas. Or most of the deep south. Ahhh but that's not on topic.

The thought's always there at the back of his mind, and on long nights when it's too damn hot to sleep and there's no one to keep him company, he finds other ways to waste his time. Sleeping in until noon, as much of a novelty as it was, reminded him a little too much of his repeat offender days. Lying in bed in his boxers, watching the ceiling fan turn was mind-numblingly dull, so that was out too. So he found other ways. (None of them are a steady job.)

Tonight, it's a trip to the local bodega to stock up on instant coffee and 2% milk. 1% just tastes weird, man. It doesn't come as much of a surprise when he twists open the lock and finds Bones still up and on the couch; he'd stumbled in at 4 am countless times before to find Bones in the same position, still up and reading about the newest killer something flu. ]


You've got a seriously morbid reading list; it's gonna give you nightmares.

[ he says the moment he's back through the door, with his 'I am not a plastic bag' tote swung over his shoulder. And yes, this means he's picked up Bones's iPad and peeked at his browsing history. ]
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[personal profile] glassbox 2013-06-27 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it's good on some days to live instead of just get by. lil still spends so much time thinking about dying and thinking about what could have been, haunted by the past and the future at once. it's good, to just get away, to escape with the one person who understands best of all the feelings that fester inside her.

at least they're alive. that's good enough for now. it feels safe somehow.

the puddles of water lead from the door deeper into monica's apartment, leading into the bedroom where lil wipes at the droplets clinging to her eyelashes, ruffling the sea from her hair with her hands. her skin raises into goosebumps when she peels off wet clothes. she comes when she's beckoned, easy for monica when she would have resisted someone else. lil's long limbs are good for pulling her close -- t'warm up, she murmurs -- making a tangle of their arms and legs.
]

[personal profile] nothulk 2013-06-27 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ God knows that Ted's tried to be supportive. Really, he has. Billy says he doesn't want to anymore, says to call it quits - and he goes along with it. Eli moves away after quitting to put some real distance between himself and the idea of caped crusading - and he tries to text and Skype and just keep in touch when he can.

But getting stuck in this City where they're supposed to be heroes, it has to be some kind of sign, right? Here they've got every chance to do something good again, to help a whole new world and to make a change. Eventually he knows Billy will come around again, he has to. In the meantime...

In the meantime, he's flapping outside of Eli's apartment window, green claws gently tapping against the glass.
]

Hey, man - open up.

[ Normal and he are officially done. ]
retropolis: (ℳ | la-dee-dah)

[personal profile] retropolis 2013-06-27 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Sure I should have. That's what friends do.

[ He relaxes a little, smiling and trying not to be nervous -- it doesn't seem fair, that he's more nervous around people he's really close to than in his more detached friendships, but that's how it always is. When there's something you might lose, it's impossible not to ever think about it, especially when losing people is something you're used to.

He doesn't want to lose Lil. Of all his friendships, there's a weight and reality to this one. They listen to each other, even if they don't always help. Can't, always, but it does more than describing their problems to a brick wall. Nelson just never knows what's enough and what's too little, or maybe too much; he's never had a girlfriend before. He puts his hand on her shoulder briefly, before he decides to move it to her arm.
]


Especially boyfriends. You deserve to be treated properly, Lil.
hexappeal: (and nothing is better than you.)

[personal profile] hexappeal 2013-06-28 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
okay, now that my inbox is actually loading

HOW YOU WANNA DO THIS
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<3!

[personal profile] sufferably 2013-06-28 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
If I’m getting there anyway I might as well learn something as I go. ( To the nightmares, he means. And he says that so idly it’s as though he doesn’t even register Jim’s actual presence, whether that’s because the sleep deprivation is numbing his sense or heart failure is just that engrossing. It’s a few moments later, when he’s reaching for his coffee mug—one of those bright blue ones from the Pottery Barn, everything in this apartment is newly bought and primary-colored, and Bones hates the fact that he and Spock have equal claim to everything blue—that he sees Jim standing in the entry and kind of jumps, just a bit. )

…Jesus. What was so urgent you had to go out at four in the morning for it? ( And now he’s clutching the iPad to his chest a bit defensively. Because if he wants to read all about the ways people can die that should be his prerogative. His private prerogative. )
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[personal profile] glassbox 2013-06-28 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's bittersweet that Nelson is more thoughtful towards her than any man that ever claimed to love her, or any man that had ever seen her with her clothes off. Some days it upsets her deeply, and some days it only makes her smile. She smiles now, nudging her nose lightly against the flowers to take in the smell of them before answering easily enough: ]

You're a real gentleman, hon.

[ She reaches to briefly close her hand over the one resting on her arm. She used to feel so starved of physical affection. Every gesture seems more meaningful now. ]

Y'deserve it too, y'know. Bein' treated properly, I mean.
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[personal profile] bartalk 2013-06-28 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jim raises an eyebrow as he unloads the items from his bag: cans of Illy Issimo, packets of instant brew coffee, and a single, sweating, very beat up half-gallon of milk. He doesn't bother with putting them away in the fridge—that would be too responsible—but instead snaps the tab off a can, and saunters over to the couch, swinging over the back to land with a thump across from Bones. The couch wheezes in protest under him, but Ikea couches are built to last. Like Soviet Bloc furniture. ]

We were out of milk, and I don't like my mini-wheats with soy.

[ he has no idea why mini-wheats taste so damn good, they just do. He amuses himself with his drink for a moment, wiping the condensation off on the fabric and taking a long-ass sip, before turning his attention fully back to Bones ]

Don't tell me you're dreaming of the next ebola outbreak, because last time I looked [ at photos on your ipad ]? Nightmares for weeks.

[ joking about a very serious disease is obviously a great segue into the actual topic, which he jumps to with a far more serious tone. ]

But if work's putting you on the edge? I want you to quit.
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SORRY SO LATE

[personal profile] indentcision 2013-06-28 11:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Normally he was so careful. But sometimes, inevitably, there were breaking points.

Right now, Harvey Dent feels as broken as it comes.

The night is cold and wet, but though his clothes cling to his body like saran wrap Harvey doesn't seem to notice a chill or even that it's raining; he stumbles forward blankly like a zombie, his good eye wide and his face bleeding. Everything about him says he's just been in a fight except for his expression, which is far away and disconnected from reality. His hands, both empty and held outward, go to his head to clutch it.

In his mind, everything is silent.

His coin is gone. Lost somewhere in the night during the struggle, and his fingernails are ragged and bloody from searching the darkness. It doesn't matter how late or how dark it gets, though; he has to continue searching, muttering to himself all the while questions that have no answers.
]
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[personal profile] osreborn 2013-06-28 11:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ Norman isn't in the hospital often, but he's making more an effort. It's an appearance thing, a control thing, that leads him to be there even if it isn't directly his job. At first, he's motivated especially by now protective Danger is of "her space."

But then, he becomes immersed in examining the patient files, watching the security tapes. Not obsessed, but nearly so.

When he thinks she isn't around (even knowing she always is, in some form or another) he puts the tapes on so that he can watch the patient interviews, watch the visitors go in and out and the downtime in the cells as he reads through the files with Edward Nygma's name on, and the files that say 'Norman Osborn.' He has a tape beside him that says the same; 'Norman Osborn' and a date, but he hasn't watched it.

He's not ready yet, to view himself through the television lens, to voyeur in his own subtleties. So far all he is was still the impartial observer.
]
retropolis: (invades your personal space)

[personal profile] retropolis 2013-06-28 12:12 pm (UTC)(link)
I do -- I do get treated properly.

[ Though he's a little uneasy, saying it, a little uncertain. Things certainly are good enough where Lil is concerned, but even when he's not sure how happy he is with Hooded Justice he finds himself unable to do anything but come to his defense. Such is love. He pats her arm again, nodding his head. ]

I think about it every day, how lucky I am. Y-you're just as-- you're very important to me, you should know. I think I'd go out of my mind without someone I could talk to, Hooded Justice doesn't really like talking to me. [ Nelson thinks he doesn't, at least. ] Flowers are really the least I can do. I know you've got a lot of pressure on you.
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[personal profile] retropolis 2013-06-28 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It isn't necessarily that Nelson likes to fight. He doesn't, really -- he wants to be happy, more than anything else -- but the problem is a fight is always what comes out of his mouth when he has no other words handy. It was the downfall of their later years, or at least his downfall, the more they began to feel claustrophobic in each other's space and habits the more it seemed like they were bickering all the time. Back home, at least Nelson had Larry to talk to about it, Larry to try and calm him down. Here, Nelson can only use his words as a defense against every card Hooded Justice carries, because all Nelson's deck has are his age, his weight, the physical limitations that come from either or both (going out and staying up were only the beginning), and Hooded Justice's death; not a winning hand.

He crosses his arms and sits down, pouring himself a drink from the minibar (it's much too late for one, but he doesn't care).
]


What mood?
ropedin: (Wow look how badass I am)

[personal profile] ropedin 2013-06-28 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ If his eyebrows quirk beneath his hood, it's not caught, black fabric still keeping his features entirely obscured, but he didn't voice his surprise at Nelson's drinking. If anything, he'd noticed it, but hadn't said anything. If it was a problem, he'd mention it, before then, he wouldn't bother.

Instead, he leans, only slightly, toward Nelson.
]

This mood. [ He didn't feel the need to describe it. Being around it was starting to try his patience, which barely walked the razor's edge already. He plants an arm over the back of the couch. ]

I'm sure you noticed.
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[personal profile] enigmaestro 2013-06-28 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[He knew the dark corners of his mind quite well. Those twisting crevasses that seduced haunting memories, those shadowed whispers of synapse. He knew that Norman Osborn waltzed in those corners, dominated that darker shade. He knew this to be true.

Whenever he passed a reference to Norman, an allusion or otherwise, his heart gripped. His pulse quickened. His mouth went desert dry.

Norman made his mind an inferno.

But when he followed, down the creeping avenues of a darkening city, he burning mind never touched his cool expression.
]

Norman.
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[personal profile] sufferably 2013-06-28 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Then it’s your own damn fault. ( For looking at the pictures! If Jim didn’t act like he owned everything he would not end up looking at pictures of ebola. This is just common sense.

But after that grumble Bones just hits the off button on the iPad and plunges the space into even more darkness. He puts the iPad down on the coffee table and runs both his hands through his hair, which makes him look ever more rumpled than he did a moment ago.

Bones rests his brow against one hand and then just sighs in the huffiest way. )


I’m always one edge. Work’s got nothing to do with it.

( Work is, quite possibly, the only thing that actually gets him to relax—which, yes, he realizes is ironic given that he literally holds the fate of people’s lives in his hands. Working in the twenty-first century is disheartening, to an extent, because there are so many things that people are wrong about, so many things that could be avoided. But he’s one guy, he can’t go about rewriting an entire world’s medical history. Even he realizes that’d be ambitious. )

Maybe I just don’t like sleeping. And it’s not like you’ve got room to talk, Mr. Four AM.
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[personal profile] bartalk 2013-06-29 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jim's hand fumbles in the dark as he tries to find the lamp switch, sleepers in the other room be damned. His hand hits a decorative clock, knocking it off the end table and sending it spinning across the floor with a clatter. He mutters a low 'damn', looking over to Uhura's bedroom in case it woke her, before resuming his search. No lamp this round either, just a handful of old coffee left over in his mug from the morning. He's caused enough collateral damage for now, and he resorts to using the backlight of his phone to illuminate the room instead. No one can criticize him because he tried and that's all that matters. ]

Okay, not work. Then what?

[ he takes a sip from his can, staring curiously over at Bones from over the rim. Jim's own reasons for being up were far less academic; it was disdain at keeping a regular schedule that kept him awake at irregular hours, along with drinking. drinking was a big reason. ]

And I've got a great reason for being up. Maybe I really enjoy early morning talks with my best friend.
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[personal profile] glassbox 2013-06-29 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ Lil used to pick fights with her husband -- partially because she was so angry all the time, so tired of being rejected, and partially because a part of her took satisfaction from him being forced to deal with her. It was acknowledgment of her existence, of the fact that he wasn't rid of her yet. It made her feel real.

It means something, that Nelly would just say it to her -- that she's important. Wanted. It intensifies her feelings towards him. The protectiveness. The loyalty.
]

Ain't nothin'. Y'know I'm a big girl. [ it's not unkind when she goes on: ] You're the one I gotta worry about, y'know? Havin' somethin' t'hide ain't easy.
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[personal profile] heartlessglitch 2013-06-29 08:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ danger was aware of him-- more so than the dozens of other human beings in the facility that she was always peripherally conscious of-- but unwilling, at first, to interrupt the meticulous routine of her work schedule to deal with what she considered to be the mild, if somewhat persistent inconvenience of his presence. the days go on that way, with her pointed avoidance, until finally impatience wins over restraint.

she seeks him out, lingering in the doorway of the room that she finds him in. her judgmental, scrutinizing stare takes in the various things that have been removed from her specific place for them-- the files, the tape-- before she remarks in that curt, unfriendly tone of hers:
]

May I assist you, Mr. Osborn.
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asdlkj SORRY FOR SLOW

[personal profile] heartlessglitch 2013-06-29 08:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ even from a distance, she recognizes this state-- she'd seen it before, once, when they'd been trapped aboard the gottala daumadaal together. his behavior now reads like the symptoms of a disease, and even without the various sensors of her robotic body, the diagnosis is clear.

she must make a strange sight, the hood of her jacket pulled up over a wild tangle of damp hair, pupil-less eyes staring heavily through the dim. but he's a stranger one still, bloody and lost, fumbling in the dark.

finally, without raising her voice, she tries for his attention:
]

Harvey.
retropolis: (heartbreak hotel)

[personal profile] retropolis 2013-06-29 08:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ He leans a little closer to her, lips still pinched tightly in his unease, and shrugs his shoulders a little weightlessly. It's a little hard to articulate or understand where to start, even for him, even knowing Lil has plenty of experience with at least feeling like a fool for someone. Part of why the two of them click so well, he imagines, because it's certainly how they came together in the first place. ]

Maybe not. But if I didn't have something to hide that would probably mean I was alone. So... [ He bites his lower lip. ] You have to make compromises. You know-- what else can you do?
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[personal profile] glassbox 2013-06-29 08:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ Lil recognizes his unease -- not because she's even been particularly clever that way, but because her affection has always made her attentive. She dwells on it a moment, the way his face looks, before setting the flowers aside to reach for his shoulders, smoothing over them with her hands. ]

As long as y'think it's worth it, I s'pose.

[ It isn't as if she has room to criticize. ]

I jus' don't want y'compromisin' too much, hon. Compromisin' ain't a one man game.
retropolis: (ℳ | parting ways)

[personal profile] retropolis 2013-06-29 09:15 am (UTC)(link)
It can be. I... well... it's possible to expect too much sometimes. You know, he doesn't have anyone else. I couldn't abandon him now-- not that I want to.

[ He exhales a little and puts his arm around her waist, smiling reassuringly. He doesn't want to complain, he doesn't imagine it's fair to. Not when she's alone right now, and he's somehow miraculously not. He imagines he should try to be more positive, given the circumstances. ]

Would you like to go somewhere? We could get some lunch, maybe. Or whatever else you might like to do.
retropolis: (discussing sally's butt)

[personal profile] retropolis 2013-06-29 09:29 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not in a mood.

[ Nelson gives Hooded Justice a look of frustration, sipping his drink slowly and crossing his legs. He shakes his head, disagreeing further even though he knows Hooded Justice is right. He just feels less entitled to his upset, this defensiveness, here than he had ever had back home when they'd been together. So much is different now, he really ought to be more grateful. ]

Y-you think this-- I just feel like we're so-- [ He exhales sharply, and simply moves over to lean his head against Hooded Justice. ] Do you want to be here?
osreborn: (not bad.)

[personal profile] osreborn 2013-06-29 09:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ With a sharp slap of his heels Norman stopped, standing with his back to Eddie for a long moment and letting the distance between them settle. Darkness licked the sky, drawing his gaze for a moment before he let himself turn. All the way, not just his head. Eddie suddenly merited his full attention, cautious eyes and a reserved smirk. Norman folded his hands into his coat pockets as he stepped forward.

Shadows cast across his face, illuminating his eyes and his teeth. Ominous in its strange way, even if it was a simple trick of light.
]


Nygma.

Were you following me?

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