The Song Drabble Meme

[whistlesatengineers]

the song drabble meme

It's pretty simple and fun, folks. This is how this works!
( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.

( 04 ) Write a drabble related to that song, using that/those character(s)!

Take as long as you need; there's no time limits here!

And here's some helpful HTML to make it pretty!

<b>Characters:</b> -Name || (<lj site="livejournal.com" user="username"></lj> ) -Name || (<lj site="livejournal.com" user="username"></lj> ) <b>Number of Tracks:</b>

Comments

FOR EXAMPLE~

[whistlesatengineers]

Characters: -The Rookie || (huragokwhistler ) Number of Tracks: 51

[chttrbox-recon.livejournal.com]

Characters: -Jun-A266 || (chttrbox_recon ) Number of Tracks: 144

[chttrbox-recon.livejournal.com]

Rookie and Jun! Bros! :D

#37

[harpocratic.livejournal.com]

I apologize in advance for my horrible, horrible playlist.

Characters:
-Jorge-052 || (noblefive)
-Grid || (dismembers)
Number of Tracks: 21

[chttrbox-recon.livejournal.com]

Jorge and Jun! Poker Buddies!!

#12

[whistlesatengineers]

O-oh god.

"Epilogue" - Martin O'Donnell/Halo: Reach



Rookie had decided, quite quickly after the mission went awry, that his life was hell. Holo-Reach had been nasty, and standing up for The Arbiter against a load of angry Spartans had been just as bad. Though he counted it a victory that he’d stayed on friendly terms with them, and had even become fairly fast friends with their sniper, Jun. It made sense, the talker and the listener working together. Hadn’t it?

Of course, peace on the station wasn’t a constant… not that the Rookie could have handled it if it was. The fight was what he belonged to. That was probably why he volunteered for every mission with the Spartans he was able to, and had come out of it with few injuries. Occasional limps and concussions, new wounds that would become scars… a broken arm once. Nothing he couldn’t walk off, though.

Until this one, at least.

He couldn’t even remember what they were after this time, just that he’d wanted to go. Served him right that he’d finally be fatally wounded. Jun hauled him behind cover so hard that J.D. thought his shoulder would dislocate, and he motioned the Spartan to his pack. “Biofoam.” He wouldn’t live, he knew that much, but… he wanted time. He had to tell somebody something. Anything. He hisses shortly when he feels the knives-to-gut sting of the biofoam in his wound, settling once the painkiller set in.

“We’re going to get you out of here. Get you fixed up, and then we’ll be off, huh?” Jun offered. Rookie wondered if this was how that old Helljumper had felt, when he’d been trying to get the guy out for medical attention. That seemed so long ago.

Sometimes Rookie hated his life.

He reached across and put a hand – was that his blood on his fingers? There was so much of it – on Jun’s shoulder, giving the armor a loose squeeze. “Stop. Sit down. Listen.” He lifted his other hand, slowly pulling off his own helmet. “Going to tell you everything. Don’t want to be forgotten.” It was selfish, but…

Jun couldn’t carry his body out, but maybe he could carry Rookie with him, like he’d carried Yevgenny since they’d met. It was a nice thought.

[whistlesatengineers]

Rookie and Jun! Epic bros! 123

[whistlesatengineers]

Jorge and Rookie

uh

19

[suckitimashark.livejournal.com]

Characters:
-Virgil || (suckitimashark )
-Red || (screeee )
Number of Tracks: 58

I dont even know what is on this playlist.

[suckitimashark.livejournal.com]

16. Human Grid and Red

[whistlesatengineers]

Magical surprise playlist?

Virgil and Rookie, 20

[harpocratic.livejournal.com]

VIRGIL AND JORGE

9

[suckitimashark.livejournal.com]

Slip Sliding Away- Paul Simon

“Never understood the whole... need for touch... thing. To fuck is one thing. To cuddle afterward? What is that about?” Virgil rolled his mostly empty bottle of beer between his palms as Rookie watched him in silence. “Had two partners back home. Guy and a girl. They made me sleep in between them every night. Never understood it. Too hot, get all tangled up, wake up every time either of 'em moved.” He pursed his lips and rested his chin against the lacquered counter top. “Now I can't sleep at all.”

Rookie laughed. “Aint that just how it goes?” He grinned and patted Virgil's back.

[suckitimashark.livejournal.com]

Lady- Regina Spektor

Jorge sat on the window ledge with the blankets gathered around him. A carton of Ben and Jerry's sat melting and forgotten in his lap. It was raining outside. He put his hand to the cool glass, so happy that the sky was reflecting his feelings.

The door opened and the robustly handsome space mechanic stepped in. His shirt was ripped, showing off his physique which gave Jorge an instant hard-on.

“You were not crying, my love?” Virgil asked, stepping forward to pet Jorge's mustache. Whorehay leaned into his touch.

“I wanted to very much, but I knew you would come back one day. I waited for you every night here on this seat.”

“You look so beautiful in this candle light.” And then they fucked against the window and the neighbors saw but no one called the cops or anything.

[harpocratic.livejournal.com]

THIS IS WEIRD AND SHORT AND GROSSLY OOC ON ALL SIDES but w/e w/e

Lotion - Greenskeepers (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ToNZHG5KHw)

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When Jun had invited him over to play cards, somehow getting assaulted with creepy pop culture references from five hundred years ago hadn't crossed Jorge's mind. At first it hadn't been too bad; a little strange but perfectly ignorable. As the evening wore on, though, Jun's lines started getting progressively more and more odd. The props weren't helping things either--as if the pink feather boa wasn't weird enough, where the hell did Jun get a poodle?

"Would you fuck me? I'd fuck me. I'd fuck me hard--"

"This is ridiculous."

"It plays its hand or else it gets the hose again," the sniper paused to harass the tiny white dog in his lap, "Yes, it will--"

"Jun--"

"--Precious, won't it?"

"Jun--"

"It will get the hose!"

"That's it, I'm out." Jorge stood abruptly, chair squealing, and dumped his hand on the table. Jun just grinned, stripped off the boa, and pulled his winnings toward him.

"Looks like we won, Precious! I can't believe that worked."

something slightly sillier, former track entry

[whistlesatengineers]

"Transformers (The Fallen Remix) - Cheap Trick

It’s a ridiculous vice of his, really. Like his fondness for Jazz – or even better, Jazz mixed with the Slap music that most other troopers hated. They could deal with it, or deal with him. Not that he had to worry about that, now. Kat getting into his private stash of Davis Miles, maybe… not that he thought she’d want it.

But this wasn’t about music. Ooooh, no. This was about vids that he hadn’t seen since he was a kid back on Luna. He’d found a whole stash of them buried under some rubble in the Junkyard. Cleaned them up good, found something to play them. And now. Now he could crank up the volume, sit back and indulge in a bit of his hankering for nostalgia.

The music sounded ancient – 1980s, at least – with a hefty rock beat to it. Enough to get Rookie’s toes moving, at least. “TRANSMORPHERS! MECHA IN DISGUISE-“

“The fuck is that noise…?” That sounded like Emile.

Probably because Emile was standing in the doorway to Rookie’s room.

Where Rookie was sitting on the bed in nothing but black boxers.
With a silly grin on his face.

“Transmorphers. C’mon, take a look.”
This pattern would continue until Rookie ended up with the entirety of Noble Team in his room.

Mission accomplished!

[suckitimashark.livejournal.com]

NUMERO UNO: Virgil and Rookie

[harpocratic.livejournal.com]

Virgil and the shadow

37

[oneliners.livejournal.com]

Characters:
-Black-One || (oneliners )
-Catherine-B320 || (nobletwo )
Number of Tracks: 100

[suckitimashark.livejournal.com]

Through the Glass- Stone Sour

Virgil had passed the pet shop numerous times. Every day he paused to look at the poor schmucks buying things that would only shit all over their carpets and tear up their furniture. Wet noises and pink tongues made the glass look filthy all the time.

When he first spotted the little shadow-thing in the corner of the shop, he'd assumed that it was an employee. A short employee that defied the dress code. He stared at it for longer than he should have, trembling in the corner as kids ran around it. He felt sorry for the little fucker.

The next day, the little shadow-thing was in a different corner and someone was pulling on a chain fastened around its neck, trying to get it to smell some snot-nosed kid's hand. Not an employee, but a pet. The place was fucked up, obviously.

He blinked and suddenly the kid was screaming and bleeding and the shadow was apparently trying to scurry behind the cash register- which caused the cashier to scream and jump on top of it.

Virgil was in the shop to buy the little fucker immediately.

[whistlesatengineers]

One Less Bell to Answer/A House is Not a Home - Glee Soundtrack

Drinking with Virgil might have been the dumbest thing that the Rookie had done in a while. Three beers in, he is still trying to decide. Not that he had much confidence when it started with, “Hah, I thought you had a face, Rook!” and led to, “Hey, you have any idea how long Whorehay’s dick is?”

“I think it’s pronounced ‘George’,” Rookie had replied, heading for another bottle and avoiding the question entirely. He so did not want to think about one of his superior’s members today. Or ever. Unless it was their idea.

Either way, three beers in and he’s finally started talking about Helljumpers, ignoring the fact that he couldn’t for the life of him pronounce ‘SOIEV’ right now. “Drop pods, hurtling out of the fuckin’ sky. And you’re in one. And your squad’s in them, too. Sometimes they just… crash or burn up. Blip off the radar.” Rookie was not bothered by it in the slightest; fact of life, right there. “Or you get lost, lost track of your squad. Which sucks. Guess I’ve lost them permanently, now.” He gives the bottle a glare, deciding the beer is at fault for this. “You too, eh, Virg? Fucking space-time… wormholes.”

Virgil shrugs. “Fuck them. Less people bitching at us. Bottom’s up, Rook.”

[whistlesatengineers]

Kat and Rookie, 87

and just for the hell of it, even if they haven't formally met

Black-One and Rookie, 13

[harpocratic.livejournal.com]

JORGE AND ONE

uuh 58

[suckitimashark.livejournal.com]

Virgil and Rook 51 sexy tiems very nice

/derps

[chttrbox-recon.livejournal.com]

New York Counterpoint Part 1 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eAc10Yd4CCY)
New York Counterpoint Part 2 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0pgm1idg7Y&feature=related)
by Steve Reich (mine was a professional recording, but this was the best I could find on Youtube.)

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It was never quiet – never for long – on any recon mission involving Jun. The Spartan sniper was content to just let whatever came to his head roll on out his mouth, and it seemed there was no lack of material.

Which is probably why he and Rookie made such a great team – Jun filled the silence of the mission with information, anecdotes, and whatever odd thoughts came to him, and Rookie digested and filtered and knew just what parts to utilize and which to ignore. He'd found all of it served some purpose or another, from the way Jun could blindly identify gunfire, to the odd little quips that eased the tension while waiting for a target to come into view.

“If it's a low enough frequency, cows can hear it from about two miles away.” As a Spartan Jun's hearing was much sharper than Rook's, but nothing to that level. The ODST tilted his head in consideration, and then joined Jun in spying on the herd on the other side of the valley in the Garden Zone. “They can also smell stuff from about five miles out. Isn't that weird?” Jun turned and followed a loose trail up into the foothills as they scouted out the area, looking for signs of their quarry. He continued pattering on about bovine for a while, then somehow that lead into a lecture on Warthog distribution in the outer colonies. There was a connection, somehow, it had just been one of the things Rookie deemed better to acknowledge with a slight nod and dismiss with as much.

As they came to a high rise, Rookie looked back down at the herd, and paused curiously, waving for Jun's attention.

“Hey, look--”

Sniper rifle up, Jun scanned the herd, which were casually looking up and glancing over to the north, ears perked. The sniper laughed, and gave Rook a hearty bro-punch to the shoulder. “Fantastic! Looks like they'll lead us right to our prey! Good eyes, Rook.” He adjusted their path accordingly, and as they stole ahead into the forested foothills towards the hidden encampment, Rookie listened and filtered and digested a tirade about the lack of sufficient ammunition stocks.