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- TM 291 - Take some one out
- Tm 289 Cheer Someone Up
- TM 291 - Take someone out
- TM 290: You pass a complete stranger on the street and notice they are crying. What do you do?
- TM 291: Take Someone Out
- #291 - Repast (539 words)
- #290 - React (790 words)
- NEW TOPIC #291: WEEK OF JULY 10 - 16, 2009
- TM Response #290 - Stranger on the Street
- TM 288 - Is redemption truly possible?
- 288 - Redemption
- #290. Stranger in the Street
- #290. Stranger in the Street
- TM Prompt: #289
- tm 290 You see a stranger crying in the street what do you do?
- Tm 289 Cheer someone up
- 290 weeping stranger.
Jul. 12th, 2009
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thirstyJul. 10th, 2009
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Cheer someone up
"Hey, mama." Jason came into the little apartment quietly, in case his mother was having a bad day, "How're you?"
He went to her and she smiled, giving him a kiss. "I got dinner," he told her, smiling, "It's a good dinner." He assured her, "A turkey sub and potato chips and cookies and I got you this." He handed her the chocolate bar that was only a little soft from Gotham heat and his own sticky hand.
"Oh, Jason," she said, hugging him tightly, desperately, "Thank you, baby. I'm sure it'll be a great dinner." He felt hot tears on his neck and he craned his neck to look up at her,
"Why're you crying?" he asked, "I got enough money for dinner and even a chocolate bar you like." He looked at her worriedly, his own eyes big and beginning to dim with tears, "Didn't I do good?"
"You did good, yes, Jason." His mother told him, kissing him again, "And I'm crying because you're my little ray of sunshine and I love you very much. You make me very happy, you know that?"
He wasn't sure why mama cried when she was happy, but he was glad when she wiped her eyes and started eating the food he'd brought home. That made him happy, being able to take care of his mother.
Word Count 220
Fandom DC comics
Muse: Jason Todd
Prompt 289Comment here
Jul. 11th, 2009
TM 291 - Take some one out
Continuing from here.
"I may have exaggerated," Isabel admits without much shame. Certainly Barbossa Heyradden was not in the same league as Don Cesare's Djem... he had continued to exist after his first death. And the rulers of the Barbary coast were not at all thwarted, by mortal or immortal alike. "They began as paşas, but by the time I knew them in Tripoli, they lived and styled themselves as sultans. I grant that is only fair, as Christian Cainites style themselves as princes."
She watches and listens as he speaks about Djem. Isabel cannot tell if there is something under his words, remorse or pity?, in the matter-of-fact way he speaks of being paid to ensure a secure rule for one brother over another. Her heart may have, once upon a time, been able to help her decipher this riddle, but it is moved only by the feelings he reminds her of once enjoying daily.
It is his hands, she thinks. There is strength in them, combined with a natural athlete's grace, and they fascinate her. Hands that could crush or caress in equal measure. They move again, and she catches the ballet of tendons gliding beneath skin as the empty glass is raised to be refilled. As she moves to satisfy her role as hostess, Isabel sees her own tendons moving more mechanically, reacting to her command alone and without the spark of life that makes his movements so bewitching. With a smile and a twist of her will, she sends her vitae moving with exquisite violence to the surface of her flesh, to be once more warm and alive to sight and touch.
"He will be well cared for," she assures him. A pause as she watches the wine pour into the glass before a new thought occurs to her. "I think that I shall name him Bruno."
Isabel Giovanni // World of Darkness // 309 words
"I may have exaggerated," Isabel admits without much shame. Certainly Barbossa Heyradden was not in the same league as Don Cesare's Djem... he had continued to exist after his first death. And the rulers of the Barbary coast were not at all thwarted, by mortal or immortal alike. "They began as paşas, but by the time I knew them in Tripoli, they lived and styled themselves as sultans. I grant that is only fair, as Christian Cainites style themselves as princes."
She watches and listens as he speaks about Djem. Isabel cannot tell if there is something under his words, remorse or pity?, in the matter-of-fact way he speaks of being paid to ensure a secure rule for one brother over another. Her heart may have, once upon a time, been able to help her decipher this riddle, but it is moved only by the feelings he reminds her of once enjoying daily.
It is his hands, she thinks. There is strength in them, combined with a natural athlete's grace, and they fascinate her. Hands that could crush or caress in equal measure. They move again, and she catches the ballet of tendons gliding beneath skin as the empty glass is raised to be refilled. As she moves to satisfy her role as hostess, Isabel sees her own tendons moving more mechanically, reacting to her command alone and without the spark of life that makes his movements so bewitching. With a smile and a twist of her will, she sends her vitae moving with exquisite violence to the surface of her flesh, to be once more warm and alive to sight and touch.
"He will be well cared for," she assures him. A pause as she watches the wine pour into the glass before a new thought occurs to her. "I think that I shall name him Bruno."
Isabel Giovanni // World of Darkness // 309 words
Jul. 10th, 2009
Tm 289 Cheer Someone Up
Leroy Jethro Gibbs--NCIS
Spoilers for See No Evil
Abby is so easy to cheer up, so uncomplicated compared to most of the people I deal with on a daily basis. A kiss on the cheek and her favorite caffeinated drink are usually enough to bring a smile to her face. There are so many days that I need that burst of humanity, considering what we deal with on a constant basis. Rapes, murders, people putting greed before family.
Captain Mike Watson had given up everything for money. He’d had his daughter and wife kidnapped. They could have easily died. I know full well what it was like to lose everything that mattered to me—my wife and daughter. I’d do anything to get them back. And that dirt bag had just thrown away his.
I needed Abby now, more than usual. The team had no idea about my family, no clue of the emotions racing through me right now. It was much easier that way. I had a reputation as their leader, someone who wasn’t easily vulnerable. There was no way I could destroy that image. They needed it more than they realized.
I knew Abby would still be at work. The day had been hot, long, and tough for us all. It was easy to sneak up behind her, kissing her cheek.
“Gibbs!” she exclaimed, throwing herself in my arms. I pulled her in tight.
“You got any plans tonight?”
“No! Do you?” She gave me an appraising glance.
“Yeah. Taking you out to dinner at Café Atlantico. You ready?”
As she said “yes” and gave me a big grin, she had no ideas that she was the one cheering me up.
Spoilers for See No Evil
Abby is so easy to cheer up, so uncomplicated compared to most of the people I deal with on a daily basis. A kiss on the cheek and her favorite caffeinated drink are usually enough to bring a smile to her face. There are so many days that I need that burst of humanity, considering what we deal with on a constant basis. Rapes, murders, people putting greed before family.
Captain Mike Watson had given up everything for money. He’d had his daughter and wife kidnapped. They could have easily died. I know full well what it was like to lose everything that mattered to me—my wife and daughter. I’d do anything to get them back. And that dirt bag had just thrown away his.
I needed Abby now, more than usual. The team had no idea about my family, no clue of the emotions racing through me right now. It was much easier that way. I had a reputation as their leader, someone who wasn’t easily vulnerable. There was no way I could destroy that image. They needed it more than they realized.
I knew Abby would still be at work. The day had been hot, long, and tough for us all. It was easy to sneak up behind her, kissing her cheek.
“Gibbs!” she exclaimed, throwing herself in my arms. I pulled her in tight.
“You got any plans tonight?”
“No! Do you?” She gave me an appraising glance.
“Yeah. Taking you out to dinner at Café Atlantico. You ready?”
As she said “yes” and gave me a big grin, she had no ideas that she was the one cheering me up.
TM 291 - Take someone out
ooc: childhood!fic
She hadn't let up for days and days. The minute the first of October came around, Sally clung to Linus as if she was drowning and he was the only life preserver around. Hell, the way she acted made Linus wonder if she would've kicked a person off of the flotation device just to use it. It kind of scared him.
It seemed no matter where he was, she was right there. "Can I sit with you for Hallowe'en? Can I? Please, my sweet baboo? Please? I want to sit with you, come on." Several variations of that request occured at the most random times. When he was leaving the bathroom at school. In the middle of left field at the baseball diamond. Under his bed, when he was trying to hide from Lucy. She was everywhere and wouldn't let up until finally, he exploded during one of Schroeder's recitals.
"Fine!," he exclaimed, raising his arms in exasperation. "You can sit with me, but you complain you're not getting candy, and I swear, you're never allowed to be near me again." He tried his best to sound angry, but Sally always had this way of hearing the words and not the tone. With a sweet smile, she hugged him and then promptly told him to shush, Schroeder was playing beautiful music.
On Hallowe'en, even though she dressed up as a fairy princess, and even though all the other kids went out trick-or-treeting, she stayed with him that entire night in the pumpkin patch. Without any words, he put out a bag of candy, and quietly, they stayed late into the night, munching away on toffees and chocolate.
If someone had asked him prior to that night if Sally could shut up, he would've said no, but he learned then that in actuality, Sally wasn't that annoying.
Linus Van Pelt
Peanuts
303
She hadn't let up for days and days. The minute the first of October came around, Sally clung to Linus as if she was drowning and he was the only life preserver around. Hell, the way she acted made Linus wonder if she would've kicked a person off of the flotation device just to use it. It kind of scared him.
It seemed no matter where he was, she was right there. "Can I sit with you for Hallowe'en? Can I? Please, my sweet baboo? Please? I want to sit with you, come on." Several variations of that request occured at the most random times. When he was leaving the bathroom at school. In the middle of left field at the baseball diamond. Under his bed, when he was trying to hide from Lucy. She was everywhere and wouldn't let up until finally, he exploded during one of Schroeder's recitals.
"Fine!," he exclaimed, raising his arms in exasperation. "You can sit with me, but you complain you're not getting candy, and I swear, you're never allowed to be near me again." He tried his best to sound angry, but Sally always had this way of hearing the words and not the tone. With a sweet smile, she hugged him and then promptly told him to shush, Schroeder was playing beautiful music.
On Hallowe'en, even though she dressed up as a fairy princess, and even though all the other kids went out trick-or-treeting, she stayed with him that entire night in the pumpkin patch. Without any words, he put out a bag of candy, and quietly, they stayed late into the night, munching away on toffees and chocolate.
If someone had asked him prior to that night if Sally could shut up, he would've said no, but he learned then that in actuality, Sally wasn't that annoying.
Linus Van Pelt
Peanuts
303
TM 290: You pass a complete stranger on the street and notice they are crying. What do you do?
What would I do if I saw a stranger crying on the street? I would like to think that the part of me that is a good, benevolent woman - a charitable woman who truly cares about Gotham City and all her inhabitants - would stop to help whoever it was. Then again, there's that other part of me, the part of me that is a Gothamite through and through, the part of me that somewhat knows what Gotham City is truly like. Ours is a crazy city, one filled with lunatics and sociopaths who will just as likely kill you as they are to set you in some oddly elaborate trap just to get the Batman to face them. Taking that into account....I don't know. I suppose it would depend on the situation. I cannot even say that I would stop for a little girl because we already have a perpetually child-like terrorist in the cutsey but utterly terrifying Baby Doll. No. More than likely, I would simply go on my way and hope that someone else was brave enough to help them.
Veronica Vreeland
Batman: the Animated Series
184
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Veronica Vreeland
Batman: the Animated Series
184
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TM 291: Take Someone Out
"You know, when you told me to get dressed up because you were taking me out, I was fairly certain you meant as in wear something nice and dressy so we could go out to eat," The Question said, raising an eyebrow behind the mask that covered her entire face.
Batwoman merely smiled at the Question, her full, ruby red lips curving at the ends. "Ten years ago, maybe. These days, dressing up is a different matter entirely."
"I can see that," the Question answered wryly. "Tell me this isn't your idea of a date."
"Oh, Renee..." Batwoman stepped closer to the other woman, and the Question - Renee Montoya - smelled the new scent that was rapidly becoming Batwoman's signature scent. It was markedly different from the one that Kate Kane wore in her other identity. "Do you really think this is what I'd do to take you out on a date?"
"I don't know. Like you said, this isn't ten years ago. Who knows if dating is a different matter entirely?"
Batwoman smirked. It was funny, she thought to herself. With their respective masks on, it was so much easier to flirt, so much easier to be wry and coy than when their masks were off. That's when things became heated, heavy, and when tempers flew and passions flared. This was a date. She was taking Renee out, and while Renee had more than likely guessed Batwoman's intent, Kate Kane had no intention of confirming it.
Because confirming it led to things that Kate Kane wasn't ready to get into yet.
"No. I just need your help on a case I'm working on. Having said that, though, I wouldn't be opposed to going out to get a bite to eat. My treat."
Batwoman
Batman
294
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Batwoman merely smiled at the Question, her full, ruby red lips curving at the ends. "Ten years ago, maybe. These days, dressing up is a different matter entirely."
"I can see that," the Question answered wryly. "Tell me this isn't your idea of a date."
"Oh, Renee..." Batwoman stepped closer to the other woman, and the Question - Renee Montoya - smelled the new scent that was rapidly becoming Batwoman's signature scent. It was markedly different from the one that Kate Kane wore in her other identity. "Do you really think this is what I'd do to take you out on a date?"
"I don't know. Like you said, this isn't ten years ago. Who knows if dating is a different matter entirely?"
Batwoman smirked. It was funny, she thought to herself. With their respective masks on, it was so much easier to flirt, so much easier to be wry and coy than when their masks were off. That's when things became heated, heavy, and when tempers flew and passions flared. This was a date. She was taking Renee out, and while Renee had more than likely guessed Batwoman's intent, Kate Kane had no intention of confirming it.
Because confirming it led to things that Kate Kane wasn't ready to get into yet.
"No. I just need your help on a case I'm working on. Having said that, though, I wouldn't be opposed to going out to get a bite to eat. My treat."
Batwoman
Batman
294
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NEW TOPIC #291: WEEK OF JULY 10 - 16, 2009
The topic for the week of 10 - 16 July 2009 is:
Take someone out.
1. Put current season TV spoilers behind a cut.
2. Your post must be a minimum of 150 words to count towards your community membership.
3. Put posts longer than 450 words behind a cut.
4. Put the topic number and/or text in the subject header of your post.
5. Sign your post with your muse's full name and fandom.
Reminder: To remain current, you must have answered at least one of Topics #288, 289, 290, 291 by 16 July 2009
Take someone out.
1. Put current season TV spoilers behind a cut.
2. Your post must be a minimum of 150 words to count towards your community membership.
3. Put posts longer than 450 words behind a cut.
4. Put the topic number and/or text in the subject header of your post.
5. Sign your post with your muse's full name and fandom.
Reminder: To remain current, you must have answered at least one of Topics #288, 289, 290, 291 by 16 July 2009
Jul. 9th, 2009
TM Response #290 - Stranger on the Street
It was after class that Aelita passed her on the quad, and heard her crying.
Genevieve Delaflote had transferred to Kadic Academy a few weeks ago. From what Aelita understood Genevieve's father was in the military and her mother had passed on fairly recently. Rather than place Genevieve with relatives or a guardian family after he shipped out, her father had decided to enroll her at Kadic as a boarding student.
Campus gossip painted Genevieve's picture as a stuck-up snob who felt she was too good to interact with the other students. She never talked to anyone, never sat with anybody during meals and worked on her homework alone. Personally Aelita didn't buy the whole "snob" thing; she just thought that Genevieve was a quiet girl who valued her privacy and her personal space. It wasn't her place to intrude.
But that was until the quad.
Genevieve was standing in the alcove where the vending machines were, where the former Lyoko Warriors had congregated so many times for impromptu meetings. She was leaning with her back up against one of the soda machines sobbing, one arm slung across her eyes. Aelita looked around; everyone else on the quad seemed to be oblivious to the girl's emotional state, or if they did notice were outright ignoring her.
Aelita knew what it was like, to have lost one parent and to be separated from the other. Genevieve could probably use someone to talk to. Ignoring the looks from the other students, Aelita walked over to where the new girl was.
"Hi there," she greeted her kindly. "Are you okay?"
Muse: Aelita
Fandom: Code Lyoko
Word count: 267
Genevieve Delaflote had transferred to Kadic Academy a few weeks ago. From what Aelita understood Genevieve's father was in the military and her mother had passed on fairly recently. Rather than place Genevieve with relatives or a guardian family after he shipped out, her father had decided to enroll her at Kadic as a boarding student.
Campus gossip painted Genevieve's picture as a stuck-up snob who felt she was too good to interact with the other students. She never talked to anyone, never sat with anybody during meals and worked on her homework alone. Personally Aelita didn't buy the whole "snob" thing; she just thought that Genevieve was a quiet girl who valued her privacy and her personal space. It wasn't her place to intrude.
But that was until the quad.
Genevieve was standing in the alcove where the vending machines were, where the former Lyoko Warriors had congregated so many times for impromptu meetings. She was leaning with her back up against one of the soda machines sobbing, one arm slung across her eyes. Aelita looked around; everyone else on the quad seemed to be oblivious to the girl's emotional state, or if they did notice were outright ignoring her.
Aelita knew what it was like, to have lost one parent and to be separated from the other. Genevieve could probably use someone to talk to. Ignoring the looks from the other students, Aelita walked over to where the new girl was.
"Hi there," she greeted her kindly. "Are you okay?"
Muse: Aelita
Fandom: Code Lyoko
Word count: 267
TM 288 - Is redemption truly possible?
For a long time Heather has felt tainted. Like as if she were a black sheep or if there was something wrong with her; she has a moral compass that has never found true north and stays set aside and disconnected from everyone and everything else. So what if some of it was self inflicted? She's carried her sins and felt as if the darkness, malice and pleasure in both that resides in her could be plainly seen like a glowing brand and it keeps people wary, keeps people at bay. She likes it that way, has even prided herself on it in some fashion, yet in her heart of hearts she abhors it.
The decisions she has made in life have taken her further along and down that path of darkness to the point that leaving and setting a new course seemed impossible. This was always going to be her life. This was always going to be her. Her conscience and remorse for the things she has done were never enough to bring true deliverance. Why bother fighting her nature?
She knows and accepts what she is, for the most part. She has to in order to face and live through every day; from morning when she sees herself in the bathroom mirror, to night when she catches the last glimpse of her reflection in the window before the drapes are pulled closed. There's a shadow over her heart that if she tries to banish, it will be a battle she won't win. Better to get acquainted and embrace it. Welcome the darkness of her soul like an old friend, or the family member that everyone just tolerates with tightly constrained fondness.
Until one morning she sees a reflection in the mirror. It's a sign, isn't it? The bathroom cabinet door is ajar just enough to reflect the bedroom and in it she sees him. No different to any other day or time but the shadow over her heart feels a little less opaque, feels a little less heavier. Love is divine, isn't it? Love conquers all. Love makes us better. With Logan she has never felt more pure. He sees beyond the darkness and finds truth and light instead. It was always there; Heather just needed something worth fighting for.
Logan is probably never going to reset her moral compass. He might be a miracle worker, but not that kind. But he does accept her sins and even forgives them and he still loves her. For that he makes her stronger. He makes her whole and gives her the hope that she isn't so tainted or broken inside after all.
442
Heather McGinley
Original Character
The decisions she has made in life have taken her further along and down that path of darkness to the point that leaving and setting a new course seemed impossible. This was always going to be her life. This was always going to be her. Her conscience and remorse for the things she has done were never enough to bring true deliverance. Why bother fighting her nature?
She knows and accepts what she is, for the most part. She has to in order to face and live through every day; from morning when she sees herself in the bathroom mirror, to night when she catches the last glimpse of her reflection in the window before the drapes are pulled closed. There's a shadow over her heart that if she tries to banish, it will be a battle she won't win. Better to get acquainted and embrace it. Welcome the darkness of her soul like an old friend, or the family member that everyone just tolerates with tightly constrained fondness.
Until one morning she sees a reflection in the mirror. It's a sign, isn't it? The bathroom cabinet door is ajar just enough to reflect the bedroom and in it she sees him. No different to any other day or time but the shadow over her heart feels a little less opaque, feels a little less heavier. Love is divine, isn't it? Love conquers all. Love makes us better. With Logan she has never felt more pure. He sees beyond the darkness and finds truth and light instead. It was always there; Heather just needed something worth fighting for.
Logan is probably never going to reset her moral compass. He might be a miracle worker, but not that kind. But he does accept her sins and even forgives them and he still loves her. For that he makes her stronger. He makes her whole and gives her the hope that she isn't so tainted or broken inside after all.
442
Heather McGinley
Original Character
#290. Stranger in the Street
The sole advantage to being a small human in a city where humans were considered a delicacy was that no one took notice when you stole from their food cart and darted through the crowd. Glaucon's mission today was starfruit; if he did not bring back starfruit, his brothers and sisters would go hungry. Then they would be sick. Then they would go away.
He had to move. And keep moving until he was home; if he was caught with the stolen fruit it would be a whipping for him if he was lucky. If he was half-lucky and the market magistrate was one of the races who found humans were tasty he would only be dead.
Glaucon was in the alleyway only a moment before he heard the sniffling. It sounded human, another child about his age, crying. It sounded like a memory of himself crying not, he reminded himself swiftly, that he ever cried. Ever. He didn't cry, it was a sign of weakness, and weakness got you killed too. So did belief. He didn't believe this crying. It sounded exactly like a memory of himself.
Glaucon clutched the fruit closer to his chest and ran.
Things like that could eat you.
Glaucon // Angel: The Series (OC) // 204 words
He had to move. And keep moving until he was home; if he was caught with the stolen fruit it would be a whipping for him if he was lucky. If he was half-lucky and the market magistrate was one of the races who found humans were tasty he would only be dead.
Glaucon was in the alleyway only a moment before he heard the sniffling. It sounded human, another child about his age, crying. It sounded like a memory of himself crying not, he reminded himself swiftly, that he ever cried. Ever. He didn't cry, it was a sign of weakness, and weakness got you killed too. So did belief. He didn't believe this crying. It sounded exactly like a memory of himself.
Glaucon clutched the fruit closer to his chest and ran.
Things like that could eat you.
Glaucon // Angel: The Series (OC) // 204 words
#290. Stranger in the Street
People.
Too many people, all of them, walking back and forth like the same hundred people all circulating around him like lines on a treadmill. Gray suits and black suits and women in little colored dresses, he looked at them all at first through his own eyes and then as though he was floating above them and he couldn't bring himself back down. The buildings loomed over him to either side, black glass and concrete. There were too many of them.
He walked through. In this city, no one paid any attention if you acted strange or reacted strangely. You were assumed to be crazy and off your meds and dismissed like a scrap of trash. Some days that would have irritated him. Today he was grateful for it.
Anchor back. Back in himself, he could breathe again, move again, one foot in front of the other in front of the other. As long as he kept going. As long as he...
( Stop. )
The Sorcerer
Original Character
708 very strange words
Too many people, all of them, walking back and forth like the same hundred people all circulating around him like lines on a treadmill. Gray suits and black suits and women in little colored dresses, he looked at them all at first through his own eyes and then as though he was floating above them and he couldn't bring himself back down. The buildings loomed over him to either side, black glass and concrete. There were too many of them.
He walked through. In this city, no one paid any attention if you acted strange or reacted strangely. You were assumed to be crazy and off your meds and dismissed like a scrap of trash. Some days that would have irritated him. Today he was grateful for it.
Anchor back. Back in himself, he could breathe again, move again, one foot in front of the other in front of the other. As long as he kept going. As long as he...
( Stop. )
The Sorcerer
Original Character
708 very strange words
TM Prompt: #289
mood: 
cheerful
cheerful*locked to people who know her identity*
Dear Diary,
I've noticed a lot of my entries have been on the self-pity/sad side of things, but cheer up! I got a job! Well, okay, not yet, but I have an interview! It's a babysitting gig. Yeah, I know that doesn't sound like much, but it'd be more like being a nanny to a kid than a babysitter, so more money. Kids are adorable, and I think I could handle this.
Though, I read between the lines of this interview, and the girl's dad is totally a vigilante with the hours he keeps. No, I'm not jumping back into the business or jumping to conclusions. I totally used detective skills for this, only... I can't actually figure out who the guy is. I just didn't know that many heroes, and well, it's been a long time since I saw any of those file Batman made me memorize.
Well, anyway. That's my good news! Hopefully the interview goes well. I think being an ex-vigilante and the nurse training I had with Leslie puts a big plus in my column. Wish me luck!
Muse: Stephanie Brown
Fandom: DCU/Batman
Word count: 190
tm 290 You see a stranger crying in the street what do you do?
Raven strolled down the sidewalk in Manhattan, a break from the X-men and they're goody goody stuff. She was even behaving herself, she wasn't in her normal blue form and yellow eyes. Wouldn't want to cause undue attention. She swung her bag from Macy's as she looked into store window's wondering what else she would buy.
Tm 289 Cheer someone up
mood: 
contemplative
contemplativeRaven frowned watching Anna through the window of the X-manison, what on earth was that girl's problem now? Raven was Anna's foster mother, she had taken the young girl in when noone had wanted her. Anna was the one person besides Destiny that Raven cared deeply for, not that Raven would admit it. Raven watched as Anna folded her arms over her chest, almost as if to hug herself tight. Raven closed her eyes , damn it, all she wanted to do was enjoy her coffee and not deal with anyone.
( Maybe if she ignored her long enough she would go away or deal with it herself. )
Raven Darkholme/Mystique
X-men
660 words
290 weeping stranger.
mood: 
blah
blahLast week they wanted me to spread good cheer!
Oh well, this one's predictable (and boring.)
I'd cast my magic and I'd wait and hear
and I would ...
Let them entertain me,
Let them show a spark.
They can sing about their sorrows here.
What’s made life so dark?
They can sing their losses
They can sing their rage.
Maybe I should do a TV show,
Kind of problems page?
They can do a number,
Let the whole thing out,
Once the Gig has started, all can sing,
Time to twist and shout.
They can tell their secrets, bring them to the light,
There can be some numbers, now and then,
When things turn out right.
Melodies can swing on, get those thoughts in rhyme,
Guess I’ll get them started, maybe mock,
Sure the audience can get a shock,
Once the dancing starts the joint may rock -
And we’ll have a real hot time!
Muse, “Sweet” the singing demon,
Fandom, BTVS
Words, 163