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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
Flynn/Tron/Anon, Friends in High Places, 25
Also, drabble is post-infection and post-curing, because with three icons it's a foregone conclusion that Anon will eventually be virusy.))
Occasionally he couldn’t entirely remember himself.
They hadn’t been able to get all of the corrupted code out after he was infected and sometimes he felt more virus than Monitor. All torn up and hurting – maybe not physically, but inside. Not that Anon ever told them that. When he was feeling down and out it was bad enough to think he was just a beta version, just a Basic… just a backup copy of the real him. Being really broken… no. That wouldn’t do, at all.
But it gave him a connection to Tron. Both of them with extra programming. Nasty things that showed up and hurt everyone around them and the Monitors were left to pick up after them. Left with the guilt. Which was why he tried to keep in contact with his mentor as much as possible, setting up meetings, albeit with some hesitancy. They were always requests with easy outs, but Tron seemed to be trying to make a point of seeing Anon, too, in the out-of-reach places he picked that wouldn’t draw attention even if anyone else could get there.
Things were still hesitant and awkward with them, though their other halves couldn’t be blamed for all of it. They were always like that. Anon hesitantly, shyly reaching out to touch the four T-shaped lights on Tron’s chest to prove he hadn’t accidentally called Rinzler. Tron reluctantly brushing a couple fingers down Anon’s hip, where he still bore the marks of the yellow circuitry that had cut up along his left leg and across his chest. Embarrassed, muttered apologies for things they’d apologized for a million times before and were forgiven for a million times before.
At least they hadn’t repeated one of the nights shortly after Anon was pulled back to himself but still disturbed by what the corruption left him. Dropping into sleep cycle with his arms curled around Rinzler’s waist. He still wasn’t certain why Clu’s left-hand Program had endured that.
Things were still… odd, with Flynn. At least he could say that when it came to Flynn, he’d fought himself out from under the virus long enough to get away from the Creator. It was all that he could have done at the time, until Flynn finally got a crew together long enough to subdue and fix him.
Fix him as much as possible, anyway. Initial vaccines don’t always work as well as hoped.
Though now he still spent as much time with Flynn as he could, even in the times when he struggled to remember why he did so. He’d become accustomed to the long elevator ride up to the apartment Flynn had, that Anon had no idea how he managed to get. The ride was… strangely calming. And when h arrived he asked endless numbers of questions of him – trying to keep Flynn’s mind off of Anon’s broken coding and the scars on his leg and whatever happened to him on the Grid that derezzed him… the original him. And on his bad days he’d inquire about playing Go and do his damnedest to focus because maybe that would help keep either of them from hurting so much. Even if he wasn’t nearly as good at the game as Flynn was (but if he was better, he’d still let his User win).
He still wasn’t certain how he’d managed to make friends with the God of the Grid and the head of System Security. And he wasn’t certain that he even deserved it.
But he was content knowing he had that nevertheless.
Re: Flynn/Tron/Anon, Friends in High Places, 25
also hello wrong account
Re: Flynn/Tron/Anon, Friends in High Places, 25
and I love that username
Re: Flynn/Tron/Anon, Friends in High Places, 25
WELL IL DUCE WAS TAKEN, SO........
Re: Flynn/Tron/Anon, Friends in High Places, 25
;_____;
Re: Flynn/Tron/Anon, Friends in High Places, 25
But see, I did manage to do the prompt with the weird song! >_>
/offers hugs in apology
Re: Flynn/Tron/Anon, Friends in High Places, 25
/eats angst up with a spoon. a spoon.
Re: Flynn/Tron/Anon, Friends in High Places, 25
/not the spoon!
Re: Flynn/Tron/Anon, Friends in High Places, 25
Except for Ram bawwwww ;_____;But then Evolution happens. >_>/oh yeah, the spoon
Re: Flynn/Tron/Anon, Friends in High Places, 25
Raaaaaaaam ;___;Yeah, after the first movie it's like a downward spiral of angst :(