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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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Jack || (
Virgil || (
Red || (
RED Pyro || (
Number of Tracks: 58
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#13
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"That's not how it works," he muttered, sparks flying over head as his torch burned through dark metal. He could tell she was hovering dangerously close to him. The last thing that either of them needed was for her hair to light on fire or something. He shoved her back with an impatient elbow.
"Hey now-" she protested. "Not everyone had to come into being a criminal the way you did." He could tell from the warmth on his back that she had already moved back into her previous position.
"But your way makes no goddamn sense," he muttered, mostly to himself now. The torch met the starting point of his incision and he pressed a gloved hand upward. Before he had fully pushed the metal out of the way, she was scrambling up his back.
"I'll be back with that safe in a second," she informed him, head poking out of the narrow opening.
Virgil wasn't sure if he should grin or scowl. "Don't get caught," he threatened. She just made a face before disappearing.
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Parker and Virgil should totally do crime together. All the crime.
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#1
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Jack's EVE hypos had gone missing. In reality, he had simply used the last one. But splicing did have a tendency to drive people a little insane. The normally quiet, polite young man had felt the driving need to splice, and in turn, had stormed into the Spartan's base.
The common room was full of super soldiers, who, to Jack's off-kilter mind, had once again resumed looking like Big Daddies. The first fistful of angry hornets caught the group by surprise. They yelled, screamed, and grunted as they waved frantically at the cloud of living weapons. Jack charged forward with his wrench at the ready. The sooner he killed one, the sooner he could raid the corpse and get some sweet, sweet EVE pumping through his body again.
He connected with flesh- a nice, solid thud beneath the tool-- but only once before someone picked him up and shook him. He glared at Emile- shielded from the distracting hornets via that damn helmet- and took to kicking him in the chest, trying to free his arm enough to give him an ass full of lightning.
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#7
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The sun shone hot and bright. Jack watched with a smile as Eleanor tipped her head back, eyes closed, apparently at peace with the world. She looked healthier, happier. The two of them had bare feet dangling over the edge of the aquarium enclosure. Despite rolling his pant legs up, Jack's jeans had gone dark where little splashes had caught them. Eleanor's dress gave her no such problems.
The bag of breadcrumbs between them was mostly empty, devoured by colorful reef dwelling fish that didn't seem to mind the presence of their toes as long as they kept very still. The air smelled of saltwater, but lacked the rust and desperation that had so often marked Rapture. He ruffled Eleanor's hair, interrupting her little moment, then looked away innocently. There was a second of delay before she pushed at his arm in response.
He could get used to this.
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I love that he sees the little girl inside of her. It's...fitting, somehow.
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Somebody has to! And Jack is good at takin' care of all the sisters~
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#38
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"Kid- you either get shooting or I swear to god I will steal your gun and push you right off this roof," Virgil peered over the side with his lips pulled away from his teeth in a grimace. Vaultie looked affronted. "They're goddamn zombies!"
"Ghouls," Vaultie insisted, not for the first time. He looked a little more torn up about the horde amassing below them than Virgil was.
"Ghouls! Fine! Now shoot 'em!" Virgil yelled, looking as murderous as the hungry crowd below. Vaultie was less than pleased with the situation all around.
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#57
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idk, #21
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The network post had been a flurry of motion- the fluttering of a jacket and impatient fists. It must have been an unintentional post because no one had been addressed. The audio had been no more than grunted no's, animalistic growling, and the occasional wet squelch. The feed had ended in a weak wheeze that sounded suspiciously like a death rattle.
The streets were always eerily pristine with Hypatia's robots mobilized around the clock to keep them that way. The aesthetics made the crumpled body lying on the sidewalk look even more out of place than it would have been surrounded by filthy clutter.
Jorge knelt down and rolled Jack onto his back, fingers pressed to his neck gently in search of a pulse. There was very little blood despite his throat being torn wide open. The wound itself was violent, hinting at multiple bites and- from the scant amount of spattered blood that had soaked into the woven cotton- the struggle that he'd witnessed on the network.
Jorge sighed heavily and rested a hand over his eyes for a moment. Jack was a sweet kid. Naive, gullible, thick as a brick at times, but sweet. Seeing him like this...
"Hey Jorge," Jack knelt next to him, peering down at his own lifeless body. He shot a sheepish smile Jorge's way. "Looks like I died. Huh. Well... that's..." his tongue edged out of his mouth as he slipped a hand in the corpse's pocket. Playing nonchalance, most likely.
Jorge just sighed. He couldn't really fault the kid for retrieving his own things, but the experience with which he did it implied that he wasn't unused to looting the deceased.
"What did I tell you about..."
He rather thought the lecture was a good one.
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Gardenia and Pyro.
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Red and York, "explain this...birthday party?" BONUS POINTS for Dug. SHUFFLE AND HIT NEXT; THEY'RE PLAYING YOUR SONG.
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