15 drabbles: 3 down
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tsaiko1. Shoi: Supernatural, >:)
“Hi there,” Dean said to the lady behind the counter. She gave him a bored look from eyes caked in mascara. “I’d like to rent a room.”
They’d just come off of Hwy 30, somewhere in northern Indiana, heading towards Defiance, OH. Sam seemed to think that there was some sort of there. Hopefully, Ohio would have more people than this are because unless the demon was planning on making the biggest bowl of popcorn in the world, there wasn’t much here.
“How many beds?” she asked.
“Two please. For one night.”
“Only thing we got with two beds is the Hot Suite. It’ll be $35, more if you make any long distance calls,” the woman said. “Sign here.”
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“Got us a room, Sam,” Dean said once he’d filled out the paperwork as Keith Moon. “Good ‘ol room 6 according to the key. Lady said it was called the Hot Suite.”
“Wonderful,” Sam replied. “Do you think we can make it to Defiance by tomorrow?”
“Don’t see why not. Can’t have much farther to go.” Dean put the key in the lock, turned, opened the door, and hit the light switch.
And froze.
The room was dominated by red, from the shag rugs to the bedspreads to the lurid color of the walls. There was also black, like the linoleum on the floor and the plastic stylized flames that crawled up the walls behind the headboards. The headboards themselves were also black with large silhouettes of sexy demon women in red. The lamps were in the shape of pitchforks. A mirror over the dresser was shaped like dancing flames. A single large disco ball hung in the middle of the room.
“We don’t have to stay here,” Sam said. Dean shrugged.
“No problem.” He took four steps into the room and sat down on the red satin bedspread. “Who knows? Maybe I’ll get lucky and Hell will really be like this.”
2. Velithya: Young Avengers, :/
They were supposed to check the sewers, something that Tommy had protested loudly about but still had to go do. He’d been paired with Billy. Billy had wanted to be paired with Teddy, but Eli had said no. Personally, Tommy thought it was because Eli didn’t want to run the risk of Billy and Teddy getting distracted by making out.
“It gets darker away from the grate,” Tommy said. The light coming through the grate wasn’t much, but it was better than the pitch black darkness that filled the sewers. “Smellier too. Ugh.”
“Yeah. It starts smelling like New Jersey.” Billy’s voice echoed oddly off the pipes. Tommy rolled his eyes.
“Har har har. Did you happen to bring any flashlights?”
“No,” Billy replied. “I have something better.” He started speaking, mumbling words over and over like a mantra. Tommy didn’t need to understand them to feel the power in them. It was definitely a spell.
Suddenly, light flooded the area. It came in the form of a pair of twin globes of light that floated in the air around Billy’s head. They bobbed gently, but remained above him when Billy moved.
“Nice lumos spell, Harry Potter,” Tommy drawled.
“You laugh, and yet you knew the correct name of the spell. I thought you said those books were stupid and you’d never read them,” Billy said. Tommy made a face. He refused to admit to having actually read all seven of the books. It was too likely to make him look like as big a dork as one Billy Kaplan.
“Come on. Let’s go find something to fight. I feel the sudden need blow stuff up.”
3. Animeartistjo: Original, photographer and the pushy underwear model
“Hello sugar.”
Neil closed his eyes and absolutely refused to throw his camera. No matter how much better it might make him feel to break it, he really couldn’t afford to break it. Anthony must have taken his silence as some sort of permission because suddenly Neil felt an arm around his shoulders. He was quick to shrug it off and take a step back.
“What are you doing here?” Here was the shoot Neil was currently doing. It was for a low key shampoo ad, which was fine with Neil. It helped pay the bills until he could land his next big project and it wasn’t an underwear ad. “Does this look like Calvin Klein?”
Instead of being offended, Anthony laughed. “Please. Calvin Klein is so last decade. I wouldn’t work with them if they paid me.”
In the months since he’d met Anthony and acquired the model as a stalker, Neil had learned a new word: bruxism. It meant the habitual grinding or clenching of the teeth from anger, fear, tension, or frustration. Neil was becoming intimately familiar with the term.
“Again, why are you here? I have work to do.”
“I figured since we were dating, we might want to actually go on a date. So I’m here to arrange a time we can get together,” Anthony said loudly. Silence descended on the shoot. Everyone was staring at them.
“I’m not dating you!” Neil said. There was just a little too much edge to his voice. Instead of being put off, Anthony leaned in close, close enough that Neil could feel his breath against his cheek.
“But you could be.”
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Date: 8/6/08 07:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 8/7/08 02:28 am (UTC)Supernatural one puts me in mind of this fan comic (http://pics.livejournal.com/kracken/pic/000bayrs/). Almost seems like the events in the comic could follow your drabble.^_^
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Date: 8/6/08 11:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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