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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
Re: BULLYING OF LOVE???
[In my head, Flynn and Dillinger got along until Dillinger decided to screw him, because Flynn is almost contagiously likable, and his life is the story of him trusting everyone and then having it backfire on him spectacularly
unless that person is Alan or a direct copy of Alan. So.]This could be how you see things
This could be your life anew
Letting go to understand this
Meditation to the groove...
"Ed! Hey!" When Dillinger cleared his throat after it became apparent Flynn hadn't heard him approach over the radio blaring in the background, Flynn spun around in his chair, and his ever-present cocky grin turned a bit mocking. "It's ten at night. Why are you still wearing a tie?" Flynn himself seemed to have an almost electric repulsion for businesswear; his shed coat was close to sliding off the chairback where he'd hung it, to join the tie that was already crumpled on the carpet and in danger of being run over by the casters if Flynn were to push back from his desk.
"We can't all be from the West Coast, Flynn," Dillinger said, looking at the imperiled tie. It appeared, on closer inspection, to be covered in smiley faces.
"I'm from New Jersey," Flynn said in mock hurt, which he managed for about three seconds before cracking a grin again. "So what's up?"
"I was leaving and I heard your...music." Dillinger supposed one could call it that.
Flynn shot a glance at the radio. "Yeah, it helps me get my game on. It's like...it keeps stuff I don't need out of my head. Kinda Zen."
"Any way you want it/That's the way you need it/Any way you want it..." sang the radio.
"Yes, very...Zen."
"You okay, Ed?" Flynn asked with a hint of a frown. "Are you still banging your head on that actuarial junk? You should run it by whatsisname...Zack."
"It's nothing I can't handle," Dillinger replied, voice clipped.
"Hey." Flynn raised his hands in a placating gesture. "Everybody needs help sometimes. 'No man is an island,' or whatever. ...That guy was British, right?"
"John Donne." Despite having been the one who'd started it, Dillinger was suddenly quite finished with this conversation. Where did Flynn, a man who never bothered to show up for code reviews unless directly threatened, yet whose programs all but invariably ran right the first time, get off claiming everyone needed help? Dillinger didn't need this. "Good night, Flynn." He turned sharply and stalked off down the corridor formed by the cubicle rows.
"If you're not doing what you love, you're in the wrong line of work, Ed," Flynn called after him, his tousled head poking up from the sea of cubes, an uncharacteristically grave expression on his face. "Seriously, man, decide what it's gonna take to make you happy, then go after it." He looked at Dillinger for a long moment, the serious expression intact, then smiled. "See you tomorrow," he said, and ducked back behind the cube wall.
As Dillinger continued on the long walk to the elevator, the song on the radio changed, and Flynn started singing along, somewhere in the general vicinity of the key. Dillinger stabbed at the button and watched the display above the doors as it counted up, not fast enough. "You're the right kind of sinner to release my inner fantasieeeeeeees/The invincible winner, and you know that you were born to beeeee..."
Flynn was still singing when the doors mercifully closed off the sound.
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Poor Flynn just never gets that not everybody loves him from the get-go. Oh well. He learns. (And then still gets fooled again.) He's cocky and egotistical but yet he still is too nice for his own good.
...sometimes he's almost worst than Alan. >.>;
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Alan is loyal and honest, but I never got the feeling he was a pushover. He agrees to help Flynn partly because Flynn's just super-likable, but also because Alan's got an unswerving sense of right and wrong and is willing to do what it takes to see justice done.
Flynn, on the other hand, has the nice guy's problem: even when he knows better, on some deep level, he assumes everyone's just as nice as he is, and he's always faintly shocked to find out he's wrong. Which is why he needs Alan and/or Tron around to save his ass anytime he trusts the wrong person.
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Yeah, I'd say so. It's easy to call Alan cute and derpy because of his looks but don't worry I know better. The guy is in my head and he never takes any crap.
Just ask Quorra.It's almost weird because in the original movie I just never got that feeling from him. But it's easy to perceive him that way now that Legacy is out. Betrayal really got that down and that's how I imagine him when I'm thinking of him as a nice guy. It's strange. But true. /shrugs
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oh my god i am so late sdkjgladskhOMG
OMG
I have just headcanoned the SHIT out of this beauty right here. THIS IS SO GREAT AHHHHHH
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