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keevacaereni) wrote2010-03-24 11:18 pm
keevacaereni) wrote2010-03-24 11:18 pm
This actually isn't from Kara or Em *shock*
Post a sentence (or paragraph) or two from as many of your WIPs as you want, with no explanation attached.
The time difference was killing Luke, who was grouchy when tired at the best of times. After years travelling with the Professor, Luke had gotten used to getting by on little to no sleep, but it still made him tired.
Naturally the Professor was as fresh as a daisy and ready to find this Lelouch fellow.
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He struggled, trying to get the bastard things off him, but the squid just adjusted its grip, wriggling in a way that was quite frankly alarming.
The Critic jerked as a tentacle slid entirely too close to his groin, trying not to look at the giant monster in front of him. When one of the tentacles undid his fly, he decided he’d had enough.
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The fog hid their vision as they boarded, and the one of his crew started to jeer at the lily-livered cowards who would rather hide than fight. The Nerd glared at him until he fell silent. Something was wrong here.
He was proven correct when the dagger hit the sailor in the shoulder, dropping him. He spun round, managing to see who did it before all hell descended upon them.
The two women charged forward, cutlasses drawn. The looks in their eyes as they ran sent a chill down his spine.
**************
After half an hour of stuttered explanations and some really quite disturbing diagrams, Son of Insano managed to escape back up the stairs. Clearly, he’d asked the wrong guy.
The time difference was killing Luke, who was grouchy when tired at the best of times. After years travelling with the Professor, Luke had gotten used to getting by on little to no sleep, but it still made him tired.
Naturally the Professor was as fresh as a daisy and ready to find this Lelouch fellow.
**************
He struggled, trying to get the bastard things off him, but the squid just adjusted its grip, wriggling in a way that was quite frankly alarming.
The Critic jerked as a tentacle slid entirely too close to his groin, trying not to look at the giant monster in front of him. When one of the tentacles undid his fly, he decided he’d had enough.
**************
The fog hid their vision as they boarded, and the one of his crew started to jeer at the lily-livered cowards who would rather hide than fight. The Nerd glared at him until he fell silent. Something was wrong here.
He was proven correct when the dagger hit the sailor in the shoulder, dropping him. He spun round, managing to see who did it before all hell descended upon them.
The two women charged forward, cutlasses drawn. The looks in their eyes as they ran sent a chill down his spine.
**************
After half an hour of stuttered explanations and some really quite disturbing diagrams, Son of Insano managed to escape back up the stairs. Clearly, he’d asked the wrong guy.
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Yeah it totally isHey, the meme said to not give any explanation!