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singularityderp2011-02-15 10:59 pm
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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'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.