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EVERYTHING TAKES YOU BACK
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.
( 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)!
- reference our previous meme if you're still confused
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➝ Sam Flynn || [
➝ Gibson || [
Number of Tracks: 1985
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Gibson and Anon (come on you knew this would happen), 1932
Sam and Rinzler, 121
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Gibson & Anon. 1381. (Yep. Just gonna request this everywhere.)
07 » [Sam + Ed ; "Ride" - The Vines]
"I still don't know why we can't just use the teleporters."
Edward Dillinger, Jr. stood in front of the Kurzweil barracks with his arms crossed, glaring at the glowing instrument of death Sam Flynn called a motorcycle. (Lightcycle. Whatever. The only difference between the two terms was the difference between 'an extremely speedy way to commit a murder-suicide' and 'the abomination I am never, ever riding again', and Ed was perfectly happy to stay very far away from both categories.)
"Because it's probably not a good idea to use something traceable when you're trying not to be caught," Flynn pointed out, far too reasonably for someone leaning against a vehicle Dillinger had thought was fictional until a few weeks ago.
"Do you just make a habit of withholding potentially useful information from people?" Flynn actually looked thoughtful, so Ed did him a favor and cut him off before he could say anything characteristically idiotic. "Don't answer that. Besides, your bike is just as traceable as the teleporters--and possibly moreso, since the last time I checked the teleporters didn't leave trails of solid light behind them."
"The lightwall turns off."
"Well, that's reassuring."
"Our best chance of getting away from someone trying to hunt us down is to try and outmaneuver them in here rather than trying to flat-out outrun them by going district-to-district," Flynn pointed out, still sounding entirely too calm for someone discussing how best to avoid dying by driving at speeds in the triple digits.
"… and I guess if all else fails we could take the cycle into one of the teleporters and try to ditch 'em in one of the Garden Zones." he added, almost as an afterthought.
Was he suicidal?
"Are you suicidal--don't answer that." Ed snapped as Flynn opened his mouth to respond to a clearly rhetorical question for the second time in as many minutes.
Flynn just rolled his eyes and held out a spare helmet, practically shoving it into Ed's chest.
"Just get on the bike, Dillinger."
skdu;lgkfs;
ilu. ♥ Thank you this is simultaneously hilarious and also
tsunderebrotastic... somewhat. Also, accurate.no subject
I'm also glad you think it's accurate, because lol writing from Ed's POV.
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Gibson, "the rivets breaking as we struggle up so high," #300
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Sam & Kevin Flynn. 2
1982 » [Gibson + Rinzler ; "Look Alive, Sunshine" -- My Chemical Romance]
Honestly, Gibson kind of liked Garden Zone 11. It was the closest thing the station seemed to have to the Outlands, even if everything was the wrong color and covered in plants (honestly, were they everywhere in this glitching place?). He would have liked it a bit more if he wasn't also currently running for his life, but he could worry about that later.
Preferably not as he was getting his throat sliced open by an identity disc, but he wasn't going to get picky right now.
Flynn had mentioned the "home-court advantage" once and Gibson got the concept… if not necessarily the origin of the phrase itself. (If he survived this--and it was definitely an if at this point, not a when--he was definitely going to have to ask about basketball again… or was it baseball? Never mind, didn't matter, there wasn't time to get distracted right now and all of the User games sounded pretty much the same anyway.) Take the fight somewhere you were familiar with, give yourself as much of an advantage as you could over your opponent… it all made sense in theory, but theory sort of went out the window when Tron-Rinzler-whatever was hunting him down.
He'd done the math. He'd done the math over and over and over, trying to make sure he hadn't fumbled a calculation somewhere along the line. Reprioritize internal processes and minimize the unnecessary ones, redirect energy flow a little bit, convert it all to User time… he kept coming up with the same result.
Five days. Five days in this too-bright, too-orange version of the Outlands before he ran out of energy and derezzed on his own. Sure, he could do that.
Maybe.
His internal reserves weren't going to be the problem, though. The problem was going to be staying ahead of Tr--Rinzler for long enough to have it make a difference. It didn't take much effort to shunt power away from his circuitry, and he was better-adapted for low-light conditions than any of the other programs on the station. If he could make it to sundown, he'd probably be all right… but at this point, that was a big if. Still, there wasn't much point in wasting energy on worrying.
All he had to do now was keep running.
[Um. I can't decide if I should be proud of the fact that I wrote a Gibson drabble without any dialogue at all… or just try to give you your money back and write you something with more snark. xD Also, Rinzler doesn't really show up. Oops.
edit: s-sob now I want to write something else for this prompt. You may end up getting three drabbles for the price of two. :|b]
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I won't object to more drabbles! o/
Also: sorry 'bout last night. I wasn't ignoring you. I forgot to sign out of AIM before rushing to class. I was running late. Hurrhurr.
I ended up with like five IMs that night that I didn't see until earlier this morning. Fft.no subject
... well, I rolled another song for Gibson+Rinzler, and iTunes gave me this (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fdTucUya9YE). I think I have to do it. xD
Haha, it's no problem! I've done the same thing before, trust me.
And with the exact same result!no subject
Oh my goodness. That... is... idefk. But. Yes. Write.
Oh, man. It always makes me feel so bad for "ignoring" people when I do it. And I do it all the time.
Which is half the reason I stay invisible more often than not these days. >.>;no subject
snarkfest, 1983no subject
Flynn, Gibson, and Anon.
I got nothin' on prompts, I just want to see what you come up with.
#1653
1653 » [Flynn + Anon + Gibson ; "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band" -- The Beatles]
"Oh, man, Sgt. Pepper's! I haven't seen this record in years. Where'd you even find it?" Flynn said fondly--if a bit distantly--before glancing quizzically up at the two programs in front of him.
The quickly-hidden guilty look on Gibson's face and Anon's quick shuffle suggested that Flynn wasn't likely to get a straight answer to that question, but Gibson was already trying to steer the conversation away from any potential thefts that may have occurred.
"So you know it?" he asked, seizing on the change of topic.
"Yeah. Yeah, you could say that," Flynn said, turning the over in his hand to look at the reverse. "Gotta warn you, though: I think I'm spoiling you for just about every other album every made."
"Wait, I thought it was a record." Gibson said skeptically.
"I'll explain after you listen."
Gibson opened his mouth to ask what Flynn meant by calling the record an album--because seriously, you can't just leave him hanging like that--but was cut off as Flynn put the needle on the record and sat back.
As it turned out, all you really needed to get Gibson to shut up for almost an hour straight was a record player. By the time they'd gotten to "With A Little Help From My Friends", Gibson had started to drum his fingers against the arm of the couch in time to the music and slumped down in the couch, looking both supremely comfortable and completely engrossed by the music. Anon, however, just leaned forward to get a better look at the record player, arms braced on his thighs and head tilted slightly--and neither program took their eyes off the record player for the entire duration of the album.
Flynn hastily removed the needle from the record at the end of the reprise of "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band", however; "A Day In The Life" was a good song, and the programs should probably hear it eventually… but the end probably sounded a little too much like Abraxas for their comfort, and the last thing Flynn needed was a panic on his hands.
"You like it?"
"Can we listen to it again?" Gibson asked, looking hopefully up at Flynn. He wasn't even bothering to hide his interest behind a pretense of cool-kid sarcasm, which was surprisingly gratifying. Anon was quiet for a few more seconds, staticking quietly to himself in thought, before he finally ventured a question.
"… who's Sgt. Pepper?"
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... and yeah, the explanation of fiction should be interesting. "Wait, why are you talking about people that don't exist?"
Re: 1653 » [Flynn + Anon + Gibson ; "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band" -- The Beatles]