Burn the Past to the Ground

plaid_pants @ 2008-12-09T14:25:00

2008-12-09T19:25:42Z

I was supposed to post this a long time ago, but I keep forgetting....

PWPA Secrets:
(secrets they have, but can't exactly express them...)

Dane: "I didn't want you to change my life, but now I'm glad you did."

Blair: "I want to hate everything about you, but I realize I need you..."

Brooke: "I often feel guilty for ruining your lives..."

Amber: "I'm scared of not really mattering to anyone..."

Hayden: "I'm scared of how strong my feelings are for you"

Jessie: "I really do love you, but I'm too scared to even admit it to myself, let alone anyone else."

Perry: "Sometimes I feel like I'm trapped in a shell..."

Jade: "I never had a chance to live..."

icons for GC

2008-10-13T06:14:13Z

Ignore this post, it's just for me to upload icons to my own server for internet use.

Sammy
from starboard @ IJ

Sasha

Daniella
from here

Luc

Noelle

plaid_pants @ 2008-04-28T21:51:00

2008-04-29T03:02:17Z

Jessie's survey thing. Doing these help me figure out just where my characters lived and went to school before Preston lol...

001. real name → Jessica Ann Reynolds
002. nickname → Jessie, Jess
003. single or taken → Single
004. zodiac sign → Sagittarius
005. male or female → Female
006. elementary- George Washington School (NY), Holy Trinity Catholic School (TX)
007. middle → Holy Trinity Catholic School, but then I got kicked out 0=) So I was tutored
008. high → Preston Williams Private Academy
009. eye color → Boring brown
010. hair color → brown
011. long or short hair → Short
012. shoe size → 6
013. asthma? → nope
014. are you health freak → Hardly
015. height → 5’2”
016. do you have a crush on someone → Wouldn't you like to know?
017. do you like yourself → sure, I'm pretty cool B)
018. piercing → two holes in each ear, one cartilage, and my belly button
019. tattoos → none YET....
020. righty or lefty → Righty.

FIRSTS:
022. first surgery → Broke my arm when I was like five, and totally rocked a cast in preschool B)
023. first piercing → I can't remember, I was a baby
024. first best friend → Missy Brown in kindergarden... then that bitch stole my Playdoh
025. first award→ some photography award in seventh grade
026. First sport you joined → Little League T-Ball
027. first pet → Mom had a cat named Marx... he was there before I was born
028. first vacation → Niagara Falls, two.
029. first concert → snuck out to a Metallica concert freshman year
030. first crush → I had a crush on my teacher in second grade.... apparently he was too old for me though -shrugs-

CURRENTLY :

049. eating → Hershey Kisses
050. drinking → Snapple Iced Tea
052. I’m about to → go see if the cook's can make me a grilled cheese sandwhich...
053. listening to → Scrubs
055. waiting for → the weekend already.
057. wearing → black sweatpants and a gray and black striped tank top

YOUR FUTURE :

058. want kids? → maybe someday
059. want to get married?→ maybe someday
060. careers in mind? → world-traveling photojournalist

WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?:

068. lips or eyes? → eyes are the window to the soul
069. hugs or kisses → kisses…
070. shorter or taller → taller
072. romantic or spontaneous? → spontaneous
073. stomach or arms → arms
074. sensitive or loud → loud
075. hook-up or relationship → I guess either.

HAVE YOU EVER :
078. kissed a stranger → haha yea.... 0=)
080. lost glasses/contacts → plenty of times
081. ran away from home → plenty of times
082. broken any bones → too many to count...
084. broken someone's heart → probably
085. been arrested → No, surprisingly.
086. turned someone down → Yea
087. cried when someone died → Dont remember
088. liked a friend→ sure

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
089. yourself → yea
090. miracles → not really...
091. love at first sight → lust at first sight
092. heaven → Not really sure...
093. Santa Claus → Oh of course<3
094. fairies → sure, why not?
095. kissing on the first date → yep 0=)
096. angels → not really

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY :

097. Is there one or more people you want to be with right now?
Liam, Cic, Ri

098. Is Superman really better than Batman?
Superman's all hot and dorky at the same time... but I'm a Spiderman fan the most

099. Have you had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend?
No

100. Do you believe in God?
Not really

Dane in 100 Questions (with some missing.)

2008-04-28T05:51:50Z

Survey:
This In Character survey seems to be going around... I did it in the past (over a year ago...) but it was to Bare-Verse Dane, so I decided to write it for Pwpa-verse Dane. I was planning on doing my other characters too, but I spent so long looking up tattoos I ran out of time.... >.>

001. real name → Dane Maddox
002. nickname → Dane, That Super Hot Guy
003. single or taken → Taken
004. zodiac sign → Aries
005. male or female → Male
006. elementary- Barton Elementary School, also The Stanwich School
007. middle → The Stanwich School
008. high → Preston Williams Private Academy (woo.)
009. eye color → Dark Brown
010. hair color → Black
011. long or short hair → Short
012. shoe size → 10
013. asthma? → Nah
014. are you health freak → Ha!
015. height → 5’11”
016. do you have a crush on someone → yea baby ;]
017. do you like yourself → hell yea, who wouldn’t?
018. piercing → None, though I used to have my eyebrow pierced in middle school, but the damn principle made me take it out and it closed up.
019. tattoos → three at the moment...
First tattoo: Age 16 (got it with a fake ID, thought it was damn cool at the time...)

Second tattoo: Age 17 (just below the back of his neck..you know that area. Also relatively the same size as this:)

Third tattoo: Age 17 (Done later on in his seventeeth year. It's on his back right shoulderblade and about that size too)

020. righty or lefty → Righty.

FIRSTS:
022. first surgery → Back when I was like 6? Fell off my cousin’s quad.
023. first piercing → when I was like 13… dad wasn’t too happy about that :)
024. first best friend → My neighbor’s kid, Scott, he was 14 and I was 7…
025. first award→ Uhhh… never really got one?
026. First sport you joined → Peewee league soccer, ha.
027. first pet → A Gold fish named Fish. I didn’t’ want to name it.
028. first vacation → Walt Disney World when I was like, six months old
029. first concert → AC/DC tribute band which I forget the name of now…
030. first crush → Scott’s older sister, she was 18 at the time…and I was 8

CURRENTLY :

049. eating → French fries
050. drinking → a Bud. Shhhh
052. I’m about to → go to sleep I guess
053. listening to → Fake It by Seether
055. waiting for → the weekend… even though its only Sunday night
057. wearing → black sweatpants… and only that ;]

YOUR FUTURE :

058. want kids? → maybe someday
059. want to get married?→ maybe someday
060. careers in mind? → Kickass Rockstar, duh

WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?:

068. lips or eyes? → lips
069. hugs or kisses → kisses… kisses all over…
070. shorter or taller → shorter
072. romantic or spontaneous? → spontaneous
073. stomach or arms → stomach
074. sensitive or loud → loud
075. hook-up or relationship → ask me this a year ago and I would have said hook-up in a second… but when it comes to a certain girl, I make exceptions ;)

HAVE YOU EVER :
078. kissed a stranger → more times than I can remember…
080. lost glasses/contacts → Don’t wear either
081. ran away from home → used to on a regular basis, each time I realized I had nowhere to go or money to go there
082. broken any bones → leg twice, and arm once
084. broken someone's heart → plenty
085. been arrested → Once… but it was just one of those ‘being in the wrong place at the wrong time’ kinda things. I didn’t do anything, they let me go after questioning. Damn cops.
086. turned someone down → Yea.. a guy’s got standards! Ha
087. cried when someone died → wouldn’t you like to know?
088. liked a friend→ sure

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
089. yourself → ‘course
090. miracles → show me them and I will
091. love at first sight → Not really.. lust at first site is more like it
092. heaven → Don’t really know
093. Santa Claus → There’s something a little freaky about a big fat guy in red sneaking into your house at night.
094. fairies → nope.
095. kissing on the first date → I believe in more than kissing…
096. angels → ‘course, I got one of my own ;] (haha look at me trying to score points in a survey…)

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY :

097. Is there one or more people you want to be with right now?
yep. And it doesn’t take a genius to know who

098. Is Superman really better than Batman?
No, Batman’s outfit is cooler, not to mention all those gadgets he has. Superman can only rely on his strength, while Batman relies on his skills.

099. Have you had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend?
Ha.. yea….

100. Do you believe in God?
Dunno.

Jade McCarthy

2008-04-22T03:29:23Z

Note: This is the character I'm ~~forcing upon~~ making for Laura to be Bailey's future girlfriend :D Also, its subject to change as I think of things -nods-

Character's basic info:
Name: Jade Maya McCarthy
Age: 17
Grade: Senior?
Sexual Preference: Straight, but is so not against kissing a girl
Birthday: August 16th
Appearance:
-hair style: She wears a different hairstyle almost every day. And often she has either red, blue, purple, or pink highlites in her hair.
-general style: Her outfits are always mismatching and colorful, heavily inspired by Japanese 'fruits' fashion (only not as extreme...) and she also looovoes wearing anything Toki Doki!

And mostly Toki Doki stuff like:

And this is her bag (its like a backpack and the strap crosses in the front)

Personality:
-Good Traits:
+extremely outgoing
+always seems to be full of energy
+creative
+easygoing/laid back
+has no clue what she wants to do with her life and that secretly worries her
+playful
+flirty
+loyal
+generous
+random
+brave

-Bad Traits
+can be blunt/says what’s on her mind
+acts before she thinks
+impulsive
+lazy
+sarcastic
+strong sense of pride
+can be a bitch if she doesn’t like you
+a bit arrogant

-Good Habits
+always offers to share things
+always offers to pay for things
+loves buying gifts for people
+loves cheering others up
+loves to smile

-Bad Habits
+Very ‘ADD’- she gets distracted really easily and also gets bored with things quickly
+spontaneous- can be a positive or a negative trait, depending on how well you can tolerate it
+can go from energetic to lazy in a snap
+unorganized
+picks on the people she likes… it’s her way of flirting
+has a love for sexual innuendos
+likes to party (likes to drink, and occasionally get high)

History:
+Has only lived in one place her whole life
+her mother is African American, and her father is Irish
+Lives in an apartment with her mother who is a freelance artist
+only child
+Parents are divorced, father is ironically a homicide investigator, she stays with him every other weekend
+lost her virginity when she was 14, but has only slept with two other guys since then (all boyfriends at the time)
+has taken dance lessons since she was five. Three years of ballet, then she took four years of Jazz, and five years of hip hop.

Character's:
Likes: dancing, hip hop, trance, raving, glow sticking, getting drunk, jump rope, making cute outfits, Toki Doki, anything Japanese, anime, manga, strawberries and all forms of it
Dislikes: being ignored, being backstabbed, lies, broccoli, B.O. celery, worms
Hobbies: dancing, raving, partying, playing video games, watching anime, hanging out with friends
Favorite food: strawberry short cake
Favorite place: the forest or a rave
Comfort object: a stuffed bunny she had since she was two… but nobody knows that.
Secret dream: to figure out what to do with her life
Greatest fear: NOT figuring out what to do with her life
Favorite Music: trance, techno, hip hop, pop, rock, metal, she’ll do almost anything outside of rap and country

Celebrity or Picture:

Emotion Prompts [Ellen] pt. 2

2008-03-26T05:20:38Z

This is Part Two of the Emotion-Ficlette prompts from ishootcripples

Characters Used:
Jessie Reynolds
Brooke Maddox

Character: Jessie Reynolds
Emotion: Timid

Note- Because Ellen was SO NICE to give me an emotion Jessie doesn't normally feel... this took so long to think of XD And it's really short D:

A loud scream managed to escape from Jessie’s mouth, but was drowned out by the booming crash of thunder outside. ‘Oh Goooooooood… go away, go away, go away!’ Stupid thunder. Stupid lightning. Why hadn’t it gone away yet? She hated thunderstorms… but what was even worse was that she hated that she hated them… People would laugh if they knew she was scared of thunder and lightning. Especially when she ran around acting all fearless all the time. When she was with friends she could act brave, mostly because she felt safer around them… but when alone, like now, there was just that… vulnerability… and Jessie hated feeling vulnerable. She was really wishing her roommate Daisy hadn’t left early for Spring Break, then at least the large room wouldn’t be so eerily empty.

After several minutes of silence, Jessie peeked her head out from beneath her black comforter which she had been hiding under for the last fifteen minutes. No signs of lightning… maybe the storm had passed? Pushing the blanket completely off of her, Jessie hopped off of her bed and walked timidly over to the window. ‘No burning trees…’ Nothing but the dark emptiness of the dorm’s courtyard. Finally it was over… at least now she could get some sleep and—A sudden loud crash caused Jessie to jump several inches off the ground, nearly tripping over her own feet as she scrambled for her bed behind her, the entire room flashing brightly from the lightning. Quickly diving back under her blankets, she decided to shut her eyes tightly, shove her earphones into her ears and blast Metallica until she fell asleep.

Character: Brooke Maddox
Emotion: Surprise

“So I was thinking, for my birthday, maybe I can have cell phone?” Brooke looked up at her mother with a hopeful smile that had won over her parents many times before. She shifted her pink and black checkered backpack on her back as they walked up the driveway toward their house.

Cicely looked down at her daughter with a face that clearly said ‘you’re kidding, right?’. “You’re turning eleven… I don’t think you need a phone yet…” she fumbled through her keys, dividing the house key from the rest of them on the keychain.

“But Moooooooom!” she said over-dramatically, though not exactly in a whiney voice. Brooke didn’t often whine to get what she wanted, she had other methods. “Everybody at school has one. I’m practically the only one without a phone.”

“Really?” Looking down at her daughter, Cicely’s lip curled into an amused smirk as she raised one eyebrow. “Every single fifth grader has a cell phone?”

“Well practically” Brooke answered off-handedly. “And it’s all I ask for, I mean, since I’m not even getting a party this year, I was just hoping for one little gift…” Because their living room was being redone, her mother had told her they were unable to have her birthday party at home this year, but that she’d make an extra special party for her next year. Brooke didn’t really mind, while she loved parties, she really didn’t need one. Not like she needed a phone. However, there was still that small part of her that wished she could have one… Birthday parties made one feel special… a whole party simply dedicated to them, their single day to shine…

“We’ll see.” Cicely said, and Brooke knew that meant ‘no’. However, she knew better than to give up, after all, she still hadn’t asked Daddy… As her mother opened the door, Brooke followed her inside, immediately dropping her book bag by the door.

Suddenly a crowed of people popped out from behind the wall yelling “SURPRISE!” and before she knew it, cameras were flashing in her face and confetti was falling down on top of her. Brooke’s grin lit up her entire face as she looked around at the people in front of her. Her Daddy was standing there, holding her younger brother in his arms, Uncle Jett, Grandpa and Papa were all here too! Even Aunt Jessie and Uncle Liam! “Oh my God! What are you all doing here?!” She asked excitedly.

Dane had let Bailey down as he ran to hug his sister. “Bailey wanted to throw you a surprise party” he answered, “We couldn’t really do much with the living room and all, but we’ve got some decorations and he called everyone to come.” Dane chuckled softly, recalling sitting there with the five year-old boy as he called up each person to tell them to “come to Brooke’s party”, then immediately hung up. He didn’t really get how phone conversations worked just yet… Of course, then it made more work for him as he had to call everyone back and explain with details…

“Thank you Bailey!” Brooke said, hugging her little brother tightly and giving him a kiss on the cheek. She then looked around at all the decorations. There were a few streamers put up, and several drawings of a girl in a dress with balloons that she knew Bailey had done. Along with some ‘Happy Birthday Brooke!’ signs. Brooke continued her thank you’s, hugging each and every person individually. She couldn’t believe they had all come just to see her!!

Emotion Prompts [Ellen] pt. 1

2008-03-07T07:14:31Z

This is Part One of the Emotion-Ficlette prompts from ishootcripples

Characters Used:
Amber Sullivan
Blair Lantier
Dane Maddox

Character: Amber Sullivan
Emotion: Regret

“So how was the party last night?”

Amber looked at her friend after popping two more Advil’s to kill her hangover. “I can’t even remember.” She groaned. “I think I took it way overboard with the drinking.” It wasn’t often that Amber got totally plastered at parties, being that she didn’t always have control over her actions when she was drunk, and therefore half the stuff she did could often be used against her.

“Well it’s a good thing people take pictures at parties, hm?”

She looked at Arden who had meant it as a joke, but it gave Amber a realization. If she did anything embarrassing, it would certainly have been captured on film. After all, the pretty blonde was often the focus of many pictures, especially at parties. “You’re a genius Ar, you know that?” Amber gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Tamy always has a camera with her, I’m gonna go see if I did anything regrettable last night.” she said with a forced laugh. In truth, Amber was a little nervous, having not remembered a thing from last night.

Finally finding the brunette, Amber put on her best smile. “Tamy! Hey!” she was met with an equally cheery yet surprised smile. “Question. Did you take pictures at the party last night?”

“Yea, why?”

“Did you upload them yet?” she quickly inquired

“No, they’re still on my camera.”

“Can I see them?” After Tamy dug her digital camera from her bag, Amber quickly accepted it, turning it on and began looking through the pictures of the drunken teens. There were quite a few of her, and naturally she looked good in all of them, but none embarrassing ones so far, until—

Her heart seemed to skip a beat as she came upon the next photo. It was her and Liam on a couch- making out. The next one was her on top of him, straddling his body as she pressed her lips against his. And the next was one of her now laying down on the couch, Liam on top of her with their lips still locked. Liam was a fellow Junior like her, but he was so not up to her par. He always had some smart-ass comment for her and he infuriated her to no end. However, although she would never admit it to anyone, he did have something of a raw sexiness to him… but that could be quickly forgotten the second he opened his mouth. But apparently in her drunken state she had bypassed her hatred for him and… ew. Pressing the DELETE button, Amber erased the evidence from existence and continued to look for more potentially embarrassing images.

“Hey! What’d you do that for?”

She looked up to see an annoyed, pouting Tamy. “Honestly Tamy, you shouldn’t pry into people’s private lives.” After finding no more embarrassing photos, Amber handed the camera back. “Things happen at parties that are meant to be forgotten, hence why people get drunk- so they don’t have to remember their actions.” Digging into her Louis Vuitton purse, Amber pulled out a fifty-dollar bill. “I hope you’ll choose to forget what you saw as well.” She gave the girl a threatening smile while handing her the bill, then walked away. Amber knew Tamy well, and with a little bribery and a small threat, she wouldn’t be spreading any gossip any time soon. However, Liam was a different story… she could only hope he didn’t remember anything as well.

Character: Blair Lantier
Emotion: Jealousy

“I’m just saying that sometimes a little organization is good for you… you know where everything is.”

“I know where everything is, even without a labeled alphabetical arrangement of paint colors.”

Blair watched as he rolled his eyes. There was just no getting through to Benjamin Bruckner. Though she didn’t realize it, Blair was just as stubborn herself, even more so. “Well I don’t mean that, but you could at least keep all your paints in the same closet Ben…” Picking up a container of water color paint tubes, Blair brought it over to a closet that housed his acrylic and oil paints. However Ben obviously didn’t agree, as he took the watercolors from the closet and put it back where they came from.

“It is organized, just in my own way.”

It was as if Ben was trying to convince her of that fact, but Blair had just loved, if not thrived on, organization. And it bothered her that people could live without it. “Well what if-” Her sentence was cut short with a knock at the door. Ben gave her an apologetic look, though she knew he was glad for the interruption, not having to hear her lecture him anymore. He went and opened the door to reveal a short, somewhat sad-looking sophomore.

“Umm… Mr. Bruckner? Could I talk to you about something….? Or is this a bad time?”

After Bruckner looked to Blair, she gave him a small smile and nodded. “I was just about to leave anyway. Goodbye Mr. Bruckner, goodbye Stephen.” With a smile to the disheartened-looking child, Blair stepped out of Ben’s classroom and started down the hall.

She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy of Ben. After all, she was the school’s guidance counselor, and she spent four years in school studying how to console students… so how come they all went to him? Was she mean? Did she scare them away? Was she not available enough for her students? It seemed they only ever came to her when they were assigned to… and would rarely want to talk about their problems. Blair let out a small sigh to herself. She never told anyone she felt this way, in fact, it took her several months to be brave enough to even admit to the jealousy. But why complain about something that you couldn’t control anyway?

Character: Dane Maddox
Emotion: Elation

Nine months leading up to this moment. Honestly? He had pictured it differently… But here he stood, his usually black ‘rocker’ attire covered by unfashionable green scrubs, jet-black gelled hair hidden by the matching shower cap-thing. Practically cutting off his circulation, Cicely squeezed his hand harder than she had ever squeezed him before. She was screaming out in pain and Dane stood there, helplessly looking between the doctor and his girlfriend, unable to help her in any way. He tried, but whenever he attempted to say anything, Cicely just yelled at him to shut up. He couldn’t do anything to help, yet he couldn’t escape either as he was pretty sure Cicely’s hand was fused to his by now.

The doctor kept instructing at her to push, while Cicely continued to yell out painful cries. Dane was starting to wish he hadn’t skipped the ‘childbirth’ sections in the baby preparation books he had read. Honestly, he wasn’t the one giving birth, why should he have to read those chapters? But now Dane suspected there was something in those chapters about what the guy was supposed to do during all of this. Sure, they had gone to those Lamaze classes, but Cicely wasn’t screaming, yelling, and amputating his hand during them. Those classes were nothing like the real thing.

A sudden, small cry replaced that of Cicely’s, and Dane looked to Noah, their doctor, who was now holding a slimy, red, and incredibly tiny baby in his hands. “It’s a girl!” Noah said, his eyes revealing a smile that was hidden by his surgical mask. Brooke. “Would the father like to cut the umbilical chord?” It took Dane a moment to realize the doctors and nurses were all looking at him. He was ‘the father’. He was a father.

“Oh, uh, yea.” he said, rather distractedly. Ever since the baby came out Dane had been in somewhat of a trance, he hadn’t even realized Cicely had let go of his hand (probably because he didn’t have any feeling in it anymore…) Slowly moving over to the doctor, he received the scissors from the nurse, but was more focused on the small, screaming life-form in Noah’s gloved hands. It was slimy, covered in red and white gook… not at all cute and adorable like babies on TV and magazines… but still, this baby was a part of him…

“Mr. Maddox? Are you going to make the cut?”

Dane looked up from the baby to the doctor who was looking up at him. Looking back down at his scissors, he finally noticed the weird chord-thing attached to the baby’s belly button and connected to Cicely’s vagina. That was kinda gross… “Is it gonna hurt them?” He wasn’t sure if cutting this thing would hurt the baby or Cicely, but there was no way he was going to do it if it was.

“No, not at all.” The doctor held non trace of impatience in his voice, if anything it was admiration. “Just cut right here.”

As the doctor pointed to a spot on the umbilical chord, Dane hesitantly brought the scissors to it and snapped the disgusting thing in half. It was as if he were cutting a ribbon to christen the opening of a building, because the second it was separated, everyone seemed to burst into motion, causing him to divert his attention in many different directions. The doctor returned to his position between Cicely’s legs, though Dane wasn’t’ sure what he was doing… And the nurse turned, taking the baby with her. “Wait! Where are you taking it?” he asked quickly, following after her.

“Don’t worry Mr. Maddox, we’re just cleaning her up. She’ll be back in only a few moments.”

It wasn’t as if he could protest any more, as the nurse closed the door behind her, obviously wanting to block Dane off from following her. His attention then turned to Noah and Cicely, walking back over to the doctor. “What are you doing to her?” it wasn’t asked in an angry tone, but a more desperate yet confused tone. If another baby popped out of there he’d probably just pass out right there….

“I’m just cleaning things up, there is nothing to be worried about Mr. Maddox.”

Dane was starting to get sick of everyone calling him ‘Mr. Maddox’, it reminded him too much of his dad… The doctor had finished up whatever he was doing, hopefully getting rid of that umbilical chord thing… Dane walked back to Cicely’s side. Her hair was doused in sweat and sticking to her face, looking like a bad case of bed-head. She had on no makeup and was so tired as if she had just ran a marathon. And yet she still looked beautiful, especially with the sleepy smile she was giving him. “How you feelin baby?” he asked softly while sitting on the edge of her hospital bed.

“Like I just shoved a watermelon out of my vagina.” She said with a small, weak laugh.

Despite the truth of it, Dane still found the humor and managed to laugh. He pushed a piece of hair that was stuck to her forehead and brushed it to the side. Just then the nurse entered, bringing in what he assumed was the baby, but all he could see was a bundle of pink blanket. The nurse took the baby and handed it to Cicely, who carefully took it into her arms. She seemed so natural with it… Looking down, Dane noticed the baby was now all cleaned up, and indeed looked a lot cuter than it did before… It looked a lot like Cicely.

“Isn’t she beautiful?”

“Gorgeous.” He said with a smile. Despite all he’d learned in health class, he still couldn’t believe that the two of them made this tiny little being together… it was a part of them. And had their natural good looks, as was expected. The baby let out a small, gurgling noise which caused Dane’s smile to grow wider. He never thought he could love something that he only met minutes ago, but somehow this child already managed to sneak its way into his heart. It had all started as an accident, originally unwanted, but now… now he almost felt grateful for the child’s birth. It was his baby.

((lol, thought it would be something related to sex? ;) XD well kinda...)

Emotion Prompts [Laura] pt. 2

2008-03-03T22:29:20Z

This is Part Two of the Emotion-Ficlette prompts from drifting_dream

Characters Used:
Jessie Reynolds
Amber Sullivan
Perry Winkston
Brooke Maddox

Character: Jessie Reynolds
Emotion: Irresistible

Notes: Sorry if this is out of character for anyone’s characters….. x_x; I try not to butcher them, I swear! And sorry if its stupid xD

She should have never even entered the bet. Had Jessie not been so sure she would win, she wouldn’t have agreed to anything. But c’mon. She was awesome at video games. And Liam relatively sucked. So when she challenged Liam to a race in Grand Turismo III, she was sure she’d win. So sure in fact, Jessie proposed a little bet with her best friend. If (and when) she won, Liam would have to spend all Saturday wearing a dress. Loving a good challenge, Liam agreed, but set his own terms as well. If he won, Jessie would have to wear a dress, no boots, as well as makeup and fancy hair- the whole shebang.

And stupid Jessie agreed. She still wasn’t sure how the hell Liam won, and even argued that he cheated, but Liam wouldn’t’ back down. Being her prideful self, Jessie couldn’t chicken out.

Ripping the tag off the dress, Jessie surveyed herself in the mirror. The dress was a halter, having a v-shaped neckline that dipped to her mid-breast, exposing the slight cleavage she had, and was comprised of black satin that clung perfectly to her figure, giving the illusion that she had more curves than she actually did. The dress hugged her body down to her hips where it gradually got wider and flowed around her knees. Turning around and looking over her shoulder, Jessie viewed the rear of the dress that exposed her entire back, the dress dipping all the way to her lower back. “I look ridiculous.”

“No! You look hot!” Cicely exclaimed, sitting over on Jessie’s bed, lying on her stomach and propping herself up on her elbows. “I didn’t know you even owned a dress like that.”

“My dad bought it for me for any of those ‘special occasions’, thinking I would need one.” Jessie responded with a roll of her eyes, “Along with these shoes.” she said, reaching down and pulling a pair of black high heels from a box, removing all the bunched up paper from within it. She slipped on both heels, strapping herself in. Standing up straight, Jessie couldn’t help but laugh. “Well at least I’m three inches taller!” However, taking only one step, Jessie already found herself wobbling. “Shit, I’m going to break my neck on these things.”

Cicely was over because Jessie had asked for her help with hair and makeup. It was rare she did anything with her hair outside of brushing it. So she left her hair up to Cicely, who managed to make it look good by curling it into loose curls that hung around her face. She even took care of Jessie’s makeup, something else Jessie wasn’t too skilled at outside of the eyeliner and mascara.

She took a deep breath and turned away from the mirror. “Alright, let’s get this over with.” The two girls made their way out the door and down the hall, Cicely helping Jess along as she adjusted to the heels. The boys were waiting for her ‘debut’, and no doubt ready to laugh at her expense.

However, their reaction was quite different than what Jessie was expecting. As she appeared before Liam, Dane, and Riordan, instead of bursting out in laughter, the guys just seemed to stare at her. “Okay, now you’re just creeping me out. I’d rather hear the laughing.”

“Wow… you look… really wow…” Liam seemed more shocked than anything. And speechless for once.

“Jess, you look gorgeous!” Riordan added in, still amazed.

“Yea… you actually look like a girl.” Was Dane’s way of complimenting her. He was admiring her with the others, but was careful what he said, not wanting to evoke the wrath of Cicely.

Instead, he received the wrath of Jessie as she smacked Dane’s arm. “Yea, well, don’t get used to it.” Okay, maybe she was blushing a little, she just wasn’t used to this kind of attention. Though she was out of her element, maybe she did feel beautiful… Irresistible even.

Character: Amber Sullivan
Emotion: Nostalgic

The blue eyes that had won over many boys scanned over the crowd before her, then past them to the empty track, football, soccer, and baseball fields, then the school….

Amber’s smile faded into a small frown as she said her goodbyes. It had been an amazing four years full of ups and downs, but most of all; memories.

Freshman year. A new school. First chance at making first impressions. She didn’t waste any time making hers. Amber quickly joined the cheerleading squad, a surefire way to climb the social ladder. But it also gained her a sisterhood. She’d made some of her closest friends that year. And now they’d have to say goodbye.

Sophomore year. Started dating Jimmy, the football quarterback. She really did like him, and the fact that dating him brought her to the top of the social ladder didn’t hurt. She also lost her virginity that year. Amber sometimes regretted only waiting one month after dating him, but Jimmy had said he would leave her if she didn’t have sex with him, and she really liked him. And now she couldn’t remember why.

Junior year. She had become queen of the school. Her closest senior friend, previous queen bee, had graduated last year, passing on the title to her. At first Amber loved it, but then things got more difficult. More people started hating her, but what hurt her most of all was losing her then-best friend Camille. Camille was jealous of Amber’s growth in popularity, and wanted to take the title from her. Several times Camille tried to sabotage her and publicly bring her down. It was either return fire, or be taken down to become a social outcast and ruin the next two years. So Amber proceeded to bring her ex-best friend down. Kicking her off the social ladder completely. Due to Camille’s anger, it was quickly spread that Amber was a bitch. That year she learned the irony of ‘popular’.

And Senior year had come and gone. Almost with a blink of the eye. She wouldn’t deny the whole year was like a roller coaster, but she definitely made the best of it. She’d manage to win Prom Queen, a childhood dream of hers, along with Jimmy as her Prom King. Sometime last year their relationship had become nothing but a publicity stunt. A fake-smiling Barbie and Ken to please the crowds. Amber really wasn’t sure when she’d fallen out of ‘love’ with him, but things hadn’t been the same the past two years, and she didn’t really care. She even became closer to Arden, who had now become her new best friend. Arden was the exact opposite of Camille, which was probably what Amber liked most about her. She couldn’t help but wonder if they’d be seeing each other again after they graduated…

A wave of applause startled Amber from her reminiscing daydream. She hadn’t realized they had started calling names, not to mention were almost up to her. Everything was happening so quickly… Just as she gave her hair a few final touches, the Dean of the school called the name “Amber Sullivan”. There was another roar of clapping and even a few whistles as Amber put on her usual perfected smile as she walked up to accept her diploma.

Character: Perry Winkston
Emotion: Hungry

Note- Hope I didn’t butcher Shilo… first time writing for him… (I think)

“Happy birthday!!” A beaming Shilo held out a tray of cupcakes still in the baking tin, a wide smile spread across his face.

Perry gave him a warm smile and giggled softly. “Thank you.” She looked down at what she assumed to be cupcakes in Shilo’s hands. Her smile faded briefly before picking it up again so as not to offend him. Each cupcake was iced with a different color, mostly unappetizing shades of green and brown, though when looking closely, she was able to tell it was just several different food dye colors mixed together. The icing seemed to overflow on each cupcake, sloppily pasted on. Each one was sprinkled with Oreo crunchies, rainbow sprinkles, M&Ms, pieces of Twizzler, and topped off with a Tootsie Roll that were still in their wrappers.

“I’ve made you cupcakes!” he grinned, “Have one, they’re delicious!”

Perry forced a smile, not so eager to try it, though she didn’t want to hurt his feelings. After all, he obviously went through a lot of work to make these for her, which she really appreciated. However, it was clear by the lack of empty holes in the tin, that Shilo hadn’t tasted any yet; he was probably just assuming they were delicious. Reaching out, she pulled one of the cupcakes from its slot. Hesitantly, Perry took a bite, unable to refuse the eager eyes before her. It took a lot from her not to make any faces of disgust. She forced a smile after finally swallowing it down. “…What did you make this out of?” she inquired.

Shilo smiled brightly, “Flour… butter… eggs… cinnamon… garlic powder… salt…mayonnaise… and chocolate chips!” As the boy listed off the ingredients of his own special recipe, his eyes drifted towards the ceiling.

She could feel her stomach getting sick as her friend named the ingredients, half of which should not even be in cupcakes. “…Delicious…” she said, less-than enthusiastically.

“Really?!” he responded excitedly, “Have some more!” Shilo shoved the rest of his cupcakes in her face.

“I still have this one, remember?”

“Oh yea! You didn’t finish it! You should finish that first before you can have any more.”

Wonderful. There was no way Perry could bring another bite of that concoction to her mouth, but she couldn’t let Shilo down. Quickly, Perry pointed down the hall behind Shilo. “A bird just flew in the window!”

“Where?!” Shilo quickly spun 180˚, excitedly searching for the bird. Perry did feel guilty for tricking him, but it was the only thing she could come up with. The second Shilo turned, she tossed the cupcake into the trashcan beside her.

“I don’t see it…”

“It must have flew back out the window…” Shilo let out a disappointed sigh and Perry immediately felt bad, frowning. “Hey, why don’t we go play outside?”

“Okay!” It was amazing how fast his mood could change. “Hey! You ate your cupcake!” he noted with a proud smile. “Have another one.” He offered, bringing the tray up in front of her face.

Perry tired her best to breathe through her mouth as she was in close proximity of the smelly desserts. “Ummmm… I’m really full right now, maybe later?”

“Alright, but let me know when you’re hungry again! I’ll bring them with us.”

Great… Perry had a feeling she would be very hungry today.

Character: Brooke Maddox
Emotion: Recumbent

Note: Recumbent means lying down, inactive, idle. And I couldn't really thinkn of anything for it....

The loud shrill of a baby’s cry jolted Dane from his deep sleep. Groggily, he mumbled “Your turn.” at the exact same time Cicely did. She rolled over to face him, eyes only half open. “I spent the entire day with her, I’m exhausted, you get her this time.” Dane knew he couldn’t argue, because she had taken care of the baby for the majority of the past two days since she came back form the hospital. But he wasn’t slacking off or anything, he was busy trying to finish up school so he could get a job to support his new family.

With an annoyed grumble, Dane rolled out of bed, pulling himself to his feet. He trudged through the darkness to the other side of the room where the crying infant lay in its basinet. “Shhhh…” he pleaded as he carefully picked it up and held it in his arms. Bouncing it lightly, he tried to get the baby back to sleep, though it kept on screaming.

Finally deciding to leave the room before Cicely chucked something at him, Dane took the baby out to the kitchen. Freeing one of his hands, he retrieved the already-prepared bottle of breast milk from the refrigerator, putting it on the counter. Staring at it for a moment, Dane tried to remember what Cicely said about how to heat it up, though it was hard to concentrate with the constant crying from the baby in his hands. “Pleeeeeaaaaseeee be quiet? Daddy’s really tired…” It didn’t seem begging worked on infants.

The baby continued to howl so Dane continued his attempts to warm up its bottle. It was harder than it looked to maneuver with just one free hand, but somehow he managed and had grabbed a pot from the cupboard, putting it on the counter as he turned on the sink and waited for the water to get warm. “I promise, you’ll be getting Mommy’s milk soon, so you can stop crying now.” It seemed even with the promises of food, the baby still wouldn’t shut up.

Sticking his finger under the faucet, Dane tested to see if the water was warm enough yet. Sure enough, it was. Or at least he hoped so. He ran the bottle under the water, swirling it a few times like Cicely had instructed him to. After doing this several times and wishing to God he could rip off his ear drums, Dane tested a drop of the milk on the inside of his wrist. Deducting that it was warm enough, he offered it to the screaming baby, relieved to have it finally stop crying as its mouth was now occupied.

He returned to his room, waiting by the basinet for the baby to stop drinking. When it finally started to reject the bottle, he held it up to burp it, then put the infant back in its bed. He stared down at the sleeping baby for a moment, its tiny little hands flexing involuntarily as it drifted off into a deep sleep. “Goodnight Brooke….” He whispered with a small smile. Soon she lay perfectly still, aside from the rise and fall of her small tummy. Just watching his daughter sleep seemed to outweigh all the moments of crying and interrupted sleep.

Fanfic: Dane and Liam Meet

2008-02-14T23:57:40Z

Title: Dane and Liam Meet
Author: Danii
Feedback: Sure, why not
Pairing: Dane, Liam
Word Count: 488
Rating: PG-13
Genre: ....humor?
Summary: Dane and Liam meet for the first time
Notes: I was bored in class and Ellen gave me this prompt to write =)
Special Thanks: Ellen!<33
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Some strong language. Hey, it's Dane after all!
Disclaimer: I own Dane, Ellen owns Liam ;)

Finally arrived. Throwing his duffle bag on the bed farthest from the door, Dane looked around the bare room. It was rather big… but he would also have to share it with somebody, and wasn’t a very good sharer.

“Where would you like your luggage Mr. Maddox?”

Turning to the owner of the voice, Dane recognized the dude as the one who had taken his luggage when he arrived in the limo. Now this he could get used to. “Uh, this bed I guess.” He said, pointing to the bed he was standing next to that he had shoved his first bag on. The butler wheeled in the cart that consisted of Dane’s belongings. Dane reached over and grabbed his two guitars, which were safe in their travel cases, and carefully placed them on the bed as the butler unloaded the rest of the boxes and suitcases. After he finished he left without the two of them saying a word.

Dane glared at all the suitcases and boxes, knowing he’d have to unpack; which he hated. With an annoyed sigh, Dane sat down on an empty spot on his new bed, opting to put off all his unpacking until later. Why do now what you can put off till later? Opening up the case, Dane pulled out his acoustic guitar. He absent-mindedly strummed a soft tune on the guitar as he let his mind wander (a dangerous thing).

Several minutes passed by before the door swung open. No matter what anyone said, first impressions were everything. IN the doorway stood a man with dark hair that hung around his face, his arms consisting of various tattoos. But what caught his eye the most was the guitar case in his hand.

“You the roommate?” the guy asked as he placed the guitar on his bed.

Dane smirked at the obvious question. “Looks like.” He pulled the guitar off his lap and placed it beside him, standing up. Holding out his hand toward his new roommate, Dane introduced himself. “Dane Maddox.”

With a smirk and a small laugh, the new guy walked over to Dane, shaking his extended hand. “Liam Davies.”

A brief excitement jumped through Dane when Liam introduced himself. Okay, it was probably just a coincidence. Still… the last name was the same, plus the guy played guitar… he had to ask. “Are you… related to Aaron Davies?”

Liam chuckled, it was obvious he was asked this often. “Yea, he’s my father.”

Dane briefly raised his eyebrows and kept his lips from curling into a huge grin. “Shit man, that’s awesome.” He replied, holding back on his true excitement. After all, it was Aaron’s music that got Dane started on rock music. He was obsessed with it for the first two years after his mom died. And now he would be living with his son for the year? Fuck yes. ‘This will be one hell of a year.’

Songfic: "Hey Dane"

2008-02-14T23:17:18Z

Title: Hey Dane [Stupid, I know.]
Author: Danii
Feedback: Sure, why not
Pairing: Dane/(mention of)Cicely, with Liam and Jessie in it
Word Count: 878
Rating: PG
Genre: Song/Romance/Drama?
Summary: Dane is all mopey and Jessie decides to fix that.
Notes: I wrote this when Across the Universe first came out in theatres... and just finished it now. Haha.
Special Thanks: Joe Anderson for singing a lovely song. And the Beatles of course, for writing it!
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I own both Jessie and Dane, they are copyrighted to ME! HAHA! And Liam and Cicely are copyrighted to Ellen and Laura respectively. I just borrowed them and hope I didnt fuck them up (Well there's not much to mess up with Cicely in this...) The lyrics are to "Hey Jude" by the Beatles.

Hey Dane
(yaycheesytitle)

“Yea, but he didn’t write his own songs.” Jessie argued, raising her eyebrows with challenge at Liam. She sat Indian-style at the end of Liam’s bed, facing Liam who was leaning against his headboard.

“Doesn’t matter. He could rock out.” He folded his arms, making his statement a fact.

Jessie rolled her eyes as if he was speaking nonsense, “So you can classify him as an amazing rockstar, even though he hasn’t written his own music? That’s like saying Charles Dickens was an amazing writer even if all his work was written by someone else!” she tended to get very passionate about her points.

And Liam knew this. Which is why he just decided to give up the debate. Of course, this didn’t’ mean admitting defeat, instead he would just change the subject. “Why don’t you just go ask Emo Boy’s opinion?” he said, motioning over to Dane with a nod.

Jessie pouted, looking over at Dane. He sat on his bed, leaning against his headboard, arms and legs folded in front of him as he stared at the wall. He hadn’t moved from that position since Jessie came into the room fifteen minutes ago. In a way, she felt bad for him. He was obviously upset about his fight/”breakup” with Cicely earlier, though was too stubborn to admit it. But she also knew it was his fault for jealously overreacting and he was too pigheaded to apologize. Suddenly a bunched up sock flew into Dane’s head which knocked him out of his gaze long enough for him to chuck it full force back at Liam and returned to his position, though now his face seemed a bit more aggravated. Way to go Liam.

Leaning over, Jessie lightly back-handed Liam’s stomach, shooting him a glare. She knew eventually him and Cic would get back together, but their breakups usually separated the group as well. Maybe she could speed up the process…. A sudden idea popped into her head. Whether it would make him go apologize to Cicely, or just piss him off and make him leave the room; she didn’t know. Either way, it was fun and got Dane to stop brooding in his room and putting a damper on the rest of them.

Hopping off the bed, Jessie walked over to her messenger bag and pulled out her iPod. She quickly hooked it up to Dane’s iPod speakers and browsed for the song she wanted, clicking play and turning the volume up. Jessie returned to a very confused looking Liam as the music began.

Hey Jude
Don’t make it bad
Take a sad song
And make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better

Jessie watched Dane intently, studying his reaction. He looked up at her with a glare, knowing very well what she was attempting. His gaze returned to the wall, determined to not let it phase him.

Hey Jude
Don’t be afraid
You were made to go out and get her
The minute you letter under your skin
Then you can begin to make it better

It was obvious Dane couldn’t block out the lyrics. Through the next verse his glare softened into a stare and it was apparent on his face that he was thinking about Cicely. After he realized this, he snapped out of his trance and shot a glare at Jessie, “I know what you’re trying to do, and its not gona work.” He said, rather defensively. Jessie just rolled her eyes with an innocent smile. She knew him better than he thought she did.

Anytime you feel the pain
Hey Jude, refrain
Don’t carry the world upon your shoulders

Jessie took this opportunity to join in on the song. “For well you know that it’s the fool who plays it cool” As she sung, she made her way over to Dane’s bed, crawling on top of it and sitting on her legs next to him. “By making his world a little colder…” Jessie tilted her head so that she was directly in his gaze when she sang, though Dane tried to turn his head and avoid eye contact.

By this point in the song, Liam felt left out and sat on the other side of Dane so that he had one friend on both sides of him. Liam put his arm around his friend’s shoulder as he and Jessie sang along to the next part, “Na na na na na na na na naaaaa!”

“Okay, now you guys are really pissing me off.” He pushed past the two, heading towards the door. “Happy now? I’m leaving.” But Jessie was happy, because she had a feeling her plan had worked… hopefully.

Dane slammed the door behind him, storming down the hall. Before he knew it, he found himself outside. That stupid song (He didn’t think the song was annoying until today) was playing over and over in his head, no matter how much he tried to push it out. After about three minutes pacing back and forth, Dane took out his anger on a nearby tree, kicking it with full force. Finally giving in to himself, Dane made his way to the Junior dorms and straight to Cicely’s room, knocking on the door.

((I wanted to post this in my fic journal as well, that's why it's here and also on the Preston site))

Emotion Prompts [Laura] pt. 1

2008-02-13T01:29:08Z

This is Part One of the Emotion-Ficlette prompts from drifting_dream

Characters Used:
Dane Maddox
Hadyen Berkley
Blair Lantier

Character: Dane Maddox
Emotion: Patient

With his forehead pressed against the table, Dane let out a frustrated groan. “What’s your problem now?” he lifted his head up and faced Liam. Dane looked at him for a moment, debating whether to tell his friend his problem, because it would no doubt receive some sort of laughter or jest.

“I don’t know how much longer I’m gonna last…” he groaned, letting his head fall back onto the table. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Liam’s very confused expression so he picked up his head again to further explain. “I haven’t had sex in ten months…” Dane confessed.

“Are you serious?!” Liam asked, a genuinely shocked expression on his face. As someone who knew Dane before he was dating Cicely, Liam would understand the pain his friend was going through. Dane hadn’t even gone a month without sex in the past, and now he had gone ten. “What the hell are you waiting for?”

“Her…” he replied rather quietly. “She’s not ready yet.” Dane was still rather shy about admitting this, because in the past he wouldn’t even stay with a girl if she didn’t put out, as much of an asshole thing that was. But there was something special about Cicely, and he didn’t want to lose her or make her feel rushed. Dane really did care about her, obviously because he had held out on sex, one of his favorite pastimes, for ten months. But she drove him wild, and lately it was getting harder to keep his hands off her…

“Man, you’ve got patience.” Liam replied with a laugh that Dane knew was coming, giving his friend a pat of pity on the back.

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Character: Hadyen Berkley
Emotion: Doubtful

“Hayden!”

Hayden could recognize that voice in a crowed of a hundred. As a huge smile crew upon her face, the blonde turned to see Dan running down the hall after her. His light jog slowed as he approached her.

“Hey!” she said with a cheerful smile. Hayden ignored her heart racing within her as Dan approached. “What’s up?” Attending Preston was one of the best things that had happened to her recently, after all, she got to spend more time with Dan. Although she was very shy in the beginning around him, hanging out with him and his friends, and becoming his tennis practice partner, Hayden could feel herself finally be able to form coherent sentences around him, sometimes even flirt.

“You left your book in the library.” The object of her affection held out her text book towards her, and the smile on Hayden’s face faded into a small, half-hearted smile.

“Thanks.” She said as she took the book from him. ‘Of course he’s only running after me because of the book…what did I expect?’ Hayden took a quick, deep breath. ‘No Hayden, you’ve got to think positive.’ “Hey…” she said as Dan began to head back to the library, turning his body to face her again. “Um…” ‘Be brave, be brave…’ “After school… you maybe wanna… hang out?” she bit her bottom lip softly, her palms starting to feel sweaty, ‘Oh jeez, that sounds stupid…’ “I mean, we could practice tennis or something…” she quickly added in.

Dan smiled down at her and nodded. “Sure, that’d be great. I gotta work on my back swing, so I could definitely use the practice. I’ll see you later then.” With that he turned once again and disappeared down the hall as Hayden watched.

After her crush left, Hayden let out a defeated groan. He totally didn’t catch on to the idea she was thinking maybe more of a date… All these failed attempts to flirt with Dan were starting to take their toll on her. Hayden was starting to doubt anything would ever happen with Dan.
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Character: Blair Lantier
Emotion: Distressed

“Everyone… please.. settle down!” the twenty-seven year-old guidance counselor called out over a sea of teenagers. This was definitely a pointless request, the children could barely hear her over their own chatty voices. “Everyone…” she called out in vain once more. Whoever said that a field trip to the museum was a great idea should be shot. And the man who volunteered her to chaperone should be too.

A loud whistle came from beside her, silencing the crowed in one try. Speak of the devil. “Alright, listen up!” Ben yelled out to the students, “I want you all to listen carefully to Ms. Lantier, or you’ll be sitting out the whole trip on the bus.” He turned back to Blair with a grin, “All yours.”

Blair put on a force smile then turned to the crowd of students. “Alright everyone, I want you to remain in your groups, do not leave the museum, and do be on your best behaviors. If we hear anything about students misbehaving, they will be sent directly back to school and will be sentenced with a series of detentions.” It seemed only seconds after she had finished her speech, the children all scattered off in a noisy stampede and spread themselves throughout the museum.

With a defeated sigh, Blair gently rubbed her temples. This was going to be a long day. She looked up, feeling an arm going around her shoulder. To her side stood a smiling Bruckner, “Don’t stress there Blair, what’s the worst a bunch of teens can do?” he said in attempts to be comforting, but it only made Blair worry more. She knew exactly the type of damage a bunch of teens could do.

Meme: Random Character Pairings

2008-02-10T20:32:09Z

I'm only making more work for myself... but now that I get it, this one looks fun too XD

1) Make a list of 10 characters.
2) Assign each character a number.

Your job:
3) Without telling anyone who's on the list or the character's assigned number, get questions from your friends' list about what they'd like to know about them.
IE: "If 3 and 4 were trapped in a cave together with only a blanket and a toothpick, what would they do?" (The more random the better!)
4) Post the answers and who was who on the list.

Prompt: Emotion Ficlettes

2008-02-09T06:58:07Z

I'm helping Laura recreate this meme, and everyone else is doing it... Though I only have like 5 friends on this LJ XD

Here are the characters I'll write for:

(for now, just originals, cause there are sooo many others I would write for too and I dont feel like listing them all xD)

Dane Maddox
Hayden Berkley
Blair Lantier (yea, she still exists.... xD)
Jessie Reynolds
Amber Sullivan
Perry Winkston
Brooke Maddox

Anyway, with that list, pick an emotion for each one(or whoever you want, I don't care either way.) Don't just give me 'happy' or 'sad,' give me something of substance, go through your emoticons. I will spend my weekend/school days writing you ficlets where the character is experiencing that emotion.

plaid_pants @ 2007-12-18T21:18:00

2007-12-19T02:24:17Z

Prompted by didaverseend

Fandom:
-Dane/Cicely and Brooke [Original Characters/Preston Williams Private Academy]
-sort your itunes by name
-go to the songs that start with R
-get the forth one
-get the first line of the chorus. if there is no chorus, use the last line of the song..
-write a prompt using the next full line

Prompt:
Artist: Chicago [Movie]
Song: Razzle Dazzle
Lyric:“Give 'em the old razzle dazzle."

“You look pwetty Daddy!” the four year-old Brooke exclaimed in excitement. However, Dane wasn’t feeling the same thrill as he sat there, wearing every bit of Pretty Pretty Princess jewelry the game had to offer. Only they never played the game, Brooke just skipped to decorating him with every piece of jewelry.

“Well I feel very pretty.” he said sarcastically, knowing four year-olds didn’t catch on to sarcasm.

“Now you wazzle wazzle!” she exclaimed, attempting to quote one of Mommy’s musical movies.

“Razzle dazzle.” Dane corrected, trying to help her get her pronunciation right.

“Wazzle dazzle.” Brooke repeated in all seriousness. There were many times when Dane had been surprised at just how intelligent their four year-old was.

“Good enough.” He said with a laugh and ruffled the little girl’s hair. Just then the bedroom door opened, revealing Cicely who just got home.

“Well… look at you!” she said, doing her very best to hold in her laughter, for Brook’s sake obviously.

“Mommy!” the little girl ran up to her mother, briefly hugging her legs before taking Cicely’s hand and pulling her over to the miniature table Dane was sitting at. “Doesn’t Daddy look pwetty?!” she asked proudly, showing off her magnificent work.

“He looks like a princess!” Cicely responded with a teasing smile to a very unamused Dane.

iTunes 'Drabble' prompt [Peter&Jason]

2007-12-18T08:35:02Z

Note: This was supposed to be funny, but it turned out being more...sweet? I dunno, but it wasn't as funny as I intended it to be...weird how things work out lol. Also, it's obviously much much more than 100 words... oh well! XD

Prompted by maki_to13!

Fandom:
-Peter and Jason [Bare: A Pop Opera]
-organize by genre
-6th genre from the top
-second song
-thirteenth line
-write a prompt using the next full line

Prompt:
Artist: Unknown?
Song: The Emo Song
Lyric:“Cause I feel real deep when I’m dressing in drag."

“Where are you?....Okay… how long?... Okay… Yea…sure…” hanging up his cell phone, Peter let out a soft sigh. He and Jason were supposed to spend time together today, but he was already cutting time short with practice running late… Which was understandable, after all, he couldn’t control those kinds of things… Jason had just called to let him know he was running late, and to meet him in Nadia’s room, where Jason had left his jacket the night before.

Approaching the shared room of Nadia and Ivy, Peter knocked softly on the door. With no answer, he tried the handle, and successfully entered the room. These girls had been his friend for years now, so he didn’t have any reservations of waiting inside their room. Closing the door behind him, Peter entered the room. Without the two girls inside of it, the room seemed rather…empty, and extremely quiet. Sitting on Nadia’s bed, Peter waited patiently for Jason to come.

A few minutes passed by before Peter received another phone call from Jason, saying he was running late. Hanging up the phone with another sigh, Peter looked around the room in silence. His gaze stopped upon a dress of Ivy’s laying out on her bed. He paused for a moment… thoughts that he would never admit out loud were crossing his mind… Well Jason said he’d be a few minutes… And its not like anyone was here right now…

Peter couldn’t really say what it was within him that caused him to put on the dress, he wasn’t into any of that cross-dressing stuff, despite what stereotypes often labeled gay men as... But before he knew it, his shirt was off and he was slipping the thing over his head. It would only be a second…. His jeans kinda made the dress look bumpy… Peter slipped off his jeans, leaving them in a pile around his ankles. Looking at himself in the mirror, Peter couldn’t help but laugh. He looked like…. well, a man in a dress.

Peter looked at himself once more, but this time, what he saw was different. He saw a girl… Not that he looked like a girl, and not that he wanted to be one… but sometimes in the back of his mind, there was a brief flicker of such a desire. But it only existed for one reason. It’s what Jason wanted… He could go on and on about how special their relationship was and how perfect it was, but Peter knew, deep down, that it wasn’t what Jason wanted. He wanted that ‘All American Dream’, and though he tried to push the thought to the back of his mind… Peter sometimes feared that one day he’d just up and leave him for a woman. Looking in the mirror, a small smile flickered upon his face. It was silly… but he felt, at that moment, like what Jason wanted. In his own imagination, he was a girl, and his life with Jason was perfect.

The sudden opening of the door caused Peter to jump and scramble to retrieve the pants that were hanging around his ankles. But it was too late, Jason had already walked in and saw him in the dress. Peter could feel his cheeks get hotter as he blushed, avoiding all eye contact.

Closing the door behind him, Jason walked over to Peter. “What are you doing?” he asked with a laugh as Peter stood up, realizing it was too late to hide himself. “You look ridiculous. Peter, you were not meant to be a girl.” He said, laughing even more at his boyfriend’s appearance.

Peter looked at him for a moment, a genuine smile spreading across his face. Jason’s simple words made Peter realize just how silly he was acting. He didn’t need to be a girl to have Jason’s love, because he already had it. He was a boy, it was who he was meant to be, and Jason was who he was mean to be with. With a laugh at his own expense, Peter pulled off the dress, tossing it back on Ivy’s bed, and returned to his own clothes.

iTunes 'Drabble' prompt. [Max&Jude]

2007-12-18T07:15:04Z

Prompted by ishootcripples!

Fandom:
-Max and Jude [Across the Universe]
-find your "most played" song
-go to 2 minutes
-write a prompt using the next full line

Prompt:
Artist: Spring Awakening
Song: The Bitch of Living
Lyric:“It’s the bitch of living."

“Found one!” said the pair of legs that dangled upside-down in the air, the other half they were attached to hidden by the couch. The legs swerved back and forth before finally falling onto the couch, exposing the upper half of Max’s body, which was now waving a quarter in the air. Hopping off the couch, Max walked over to Jude, how was standing in the middle of the room, holding his hand out towards Max. Dropping the quarter in his friend’s hand, it clinked with the other three quarters, four dimes, five nickels, and nine pennies.

“So that’s, what, a dolla forty nine, ya?” the Brit said, fingering through the change in his hand. “And that’ll get us…?” he asked with an amused chuckle.

“That,” Max said, putting a hand on Jude’s shoulder while pointing down at the coins, “my friend, is lunch.” He grinned at Jude, then pat his shoulder and began heading to the door. “Man, we gotta get jobs.” He said before breaking out in brief laughter. There is only so much spare change in once apartment…

((yea, that was way more than 100 words, but I didnt feel like being limited! XDD)

Songfic: Father and Daughter

2007-06-18T06:47:47Z

Title: Father and Daughter
Author: Dani
Feedback: Sure, why not
Pairing: Dane/(mention of)Cicely, Brooke
Word Count: 829
Rating: G
Genre: Song
Summary: Dane tucks his daughter Brooke into bed
Notes: A Happy Fathers Day fic.. =)
Special Thanks: My father<3
Spoilers: None
Warnings: cuteness overload.
Disclaimer: I own both Dane and Brooke, and the song is "Father and Daughter" by Paul Simon.

If you leap awake
In the mirror of a bad dream
And for a fraction of a second
You can't remember where you are
Just open your window
And follow your memory upstream
To the meadow in the mountain
Where we counted every falling star

“I dun wanna go ta bed.” Her deep brown eyes shone up at him, full of innocence and purity. If only they could stay that age, where nothing in the world could harm them and they knew nothing of the painful realities that lay ahead.

“Well you have to sleep.” His lips formed a small, open smile. Much different than the usual smirk that Dane often displayed. His hand reached down, taking a strand of her silky expresso-brown hair between his fingers, and letting in gently slip between them. His weathered hand was nearly as big as her face, it was amazing how fast she had grown. It seemed like just yesterday when he held her tiny frame in his arms, afraid he’d hurt her with any sudden movement.

“But I’m not…sweepy…” her little eyes seemed to flutter close with each word, weighted down by the approaching night. This only brought another smile to Dane’s face; amused, yet soft.

I believe the light that shines on you
Will shine on you forever
And though I can't guarantee
There's nothing scary hiding under your bed
I’m gonna stand guard
Like a postcard of a Golden Retriever
And never leave till I leave you
With a sweet dream in your head

“G’night Daddy… I wove you…” It was as if she felt those last words had to be uttered before she allowed sleep to consume her. He sat there, on the edge of her bed, leaning over her tiny body as she lay cocooned within her blankets. As he gazed down at her, time seemed to freeze. She was safe here; safe with him, safe in her bed from any harm. If he could remain here, watching over her, for the rest of his life, he’d be just fine with that. Something Dane never thought he’d say. Gradually, her small breaths turned into deeper ones, he could see her stomach rising and falling from beneath the blankets.

I'm gonna watch you shine
Gonna watch you grow
Gonna paint a sign
So you'll always know
As long as one and one is two
There could never be a father
Who loved his daughter more than I love you

The stuffed white bunny that she clutched tightly to her body began to slowly loosen up. It slipped from beneath her arms as she loosened her grip, tumbling to the ground. Dane leaned over, picking up the stuffed animal. He could remember the look on their little girl’s face when she had received it. It was only her first birthday, but despite her young age, her wide, toothless smile expressed just as much joy and excitement as any adult was capable of. Carefully, he placed the stuffed animal next to her, on the other side of the bed so it could no longer fall off.

Trust your intuition
It's just like going fishing
You cast your line
And hope you'll get a bite
But you don't need to waste your time
Worrying about the market place
Try to help the human race
Struggling to survive its harshest night

She’d grow up to be just like her Mamma. He knew she would. She already had her beauty, her kindness, her intelligence. If it weren’t for the age requirements, they could probably enroll their daughter in preschool right now. But then again, maybe it was better she wasn’t starting preschool already. Of course she’d have all the boys’ attention, but she wouldn’t be dating until she was 30.

I'm gonna watch you shine
Gonna watch you grow
Gonna paint a sign
So you'll always know
As long as one and one is two
There could never be a father
Who loved his daughter more than I love you

It was selfish, but… he didn’t want her to grow up. He wanted her to stay just like this, forever. At this age where he would always be ‘Daddy’, and where him and Cicely were always idolized as gods. Where she could ask a million questions, yet never question his answers. Where she remained in a world of happiness and carelessness, protected from all which could hurt her. And where he didn’t have to share her with another man.

I'm gonna watch you shine
Gonna watch you grow
Gonna paint a sign
So you'll always know
As long as one and one is two
There could never be a father
Who loved his daughter more than I love you

As soon as he was sure she had fallen into a deep sleep and was already on her way to dreamland, Dane leaned over, gently placing a soft kiss upon her forehead. He rose from the bed, heading toward the doorway. He paused for a moment, turning to look at her one last time. She slept so soundly, his little princess. With a proud smile upon his face, Dane turned, closing the door slowly and quietly behind him, until it made a small clicking sound, indicating it was shut.

Voices for Rent plug

2007-03-06T04:55:56Z

JOIN VOICES FOR RENT!

Character Quiz: Dane [Bare Universe]

2007-02-16T01:14:54Z

(This is Bare-universe Dane, not Preston Dane.)

100 truths

001. real name → Dane Preston Maddox
002. nickname → Dane.
003. single or taken → Taken, though it changes with the wind.
004. zodiac sign → Aries
005. male or female → Male
006. elementary- JFK Elementary
007. middle → Westmount Middle School
008. high → Westmount High School
009. eye color → Brown
010. hair color → Black
011. long or short hair → Medium
012. shoe size → 10
013. asthma? → No
014. are you health freak → Hardly
015. height → 5'11”
016. do you have a crush on someone → A big one ;)
017. do you like yourself → Sometimes
018. piercings → Three in one ear (upper cartilage, middle cartilage), one in the other (middle cartilage), maybe eyebrow soon…
019. tattoos → one on my back.
020. righty or lefty → Righty

FIRSTS:

022. first surgery → Back when I was like 6? Fell off my cousin’s quad.
023. first piercing → Fourteen
024. first best friend → My neighbor’s kid, Scott, he was 14 and I was 7…
025. first award→ Uhhh… never really got one?
026. First sport you joined → Peewee league soccer, ha.
027. first pet → A Gold fish named Fish. I didn’t’ want to name it.
028. first vacation → Walt Disney World when I was like, six months old
029. first concert → Iron Maiden
030. first crush → Scott’s older sister, she was 18 at the time…and I was 8

CURRENTLY :

049. eating → A jelly sandwich
050. drinking → coke
052. i'm about to → Call Cic
053. listening to → Iron Maiden (that last question made me want to listen to them)
055. waiting for → Dad to get home so I can go out and get dinner
057. wearing → jeans, a white shirt, and my leather jacket.

YOUR FUTURE :

058. want kids? → Someday I guess
059. want to get married?→ Yea
060. careers in mind? → Rockstar

WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX? :

068. lips or eyes? → Eyes
069. hugs or kisses → Kisses
070. shorter or taller → Shorter
072. romantic or spontaneous? → both, but I guess I like spontaneous better
073. stomach or arms → stomach
074. sensitive or loud → loud
075. hook-up or relationship → I prefer hook-ups, but when it comes to a certain girl, I make exceptions ;)

HAVE YOU EVER :
078. kissed a stranger → Yea
080. lost glasses/contacts → Never had either
081. ran away from home → Plenty of times.
082. broken any bones → Several
084. broken someone's heart → Yea
085. been arrested → Once… but it was just one of those ‘being in the wrong place at the wrong time’ kinda things. I didn’t do anything, they let me go after questioning. Damn cops.
086. turned someone down → Yea
087. cried when someone died → Yea
088. liked a friend→ Yea

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
089. yourself → I try
090. miracles → Sure
091. love at first sight → No
092. heaven → Yea
093. santa claus → There’s something a little freaky about a big fat guy in red sneaking into your house at night.
094. fairies → No
095. kissing on the first date → D’uh
096. angels → Yea

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY :

097. Is there one or more people you want to be with right now?
Yea

098. Is Superman really better than Batman?
No, Batman’s outfit is cooler, not to mention all those gadgets he has. Superman can only rely on his strength, while Batman relies on his skills.

099. Have you had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend?
In the past.

100. Do you believe in God?
Not sure yet.

Rent 100 Prompts

2007-01-23T04:47:14Z

001. Beginnings.
002. Middles.
003. Ends.
004. Insides.
005. Outsides.
006. Hours.
007. Days.
008. Weeks.
009. Months.
010. Years.
011. Red.
012. Orange.
013. Yellow.
014. Green.
015. Blue.
016. Purple.
017. Black.
018. White.
019. Sweet.
020. Sour.
021. Friends.
022. Enemies.
023. Lovers.
024. Family.
025. Strangers.
026. Teammates.
027. Parents.
028. Children.
029. Birth.
030. Death.
031. Sunrise.
032. Sunset.
033. Too Much.
034. Not Enough.
035. Smell.
036. Sound.
037. Touch.
038. Sight.
039. Taste.
040. Everlasting.
041. Temporary.
042. Triangle.
043. Square.
044. Circle.
045. Mind.
046. Body.
047. Heart.
048. Spirit.
049. Water.
050. Fire.
051. Earth.
052. Air.
053. Breakfast.
054. Lunch.
055. Dinner.
056. Food.
057. Drink.
058. Winter.
059. Spring.
060. Summer.
061. Fall.
062. Sun.
063. Moon.
064. Star.
065. Rain.
066. Snow.
067. Lightening/Thunder
068. Sunny.
069. Beautiful.
070. Plain.
071. Ugly.
072. Broken.
073. Fixed.
074. Light.
075. Dark.
076. Who?
077. What?
078. Where?
079. When?
080. Why?
081. How?
082. If.
083. Choices.
084. Work.
085. School.
086. Home.
087. Leading.
088. Following.
089. Watching.
090. Birthday.
091. Christmas.
092. Thanksgiving.
093. Independence.
094. New Year.
095. Lost.
096. Found.
097. Smart.
098. Dull.
099. Love.
100. Hate.

And since I can do whatever I want, I'm going to use different characters each time (which I will use a random number generator to chose).

01. Roger
02. Mark
03. Mimi
04. Collins
05. Angel
06. Maureen
07. Joanne
09. Benny
10. Mark and Roger (NOT as a pairing. I don't do that.)
11. Roger/Mimi
12. Collins/Angel
13. Maureen/Joanne
14. All

fanart50 prompts

2007-01-20T04:38:13Z

1. don't look	26. it's not funny
2. they'll never know	27. just a scratch
3. I don't get it	28. what have I done?
4. found it	29. not listening
5. the writing on the wall	30. it was great
6. what now?	31. ghost
7. one more inch	32. new place
8. one more time	33. it's my job
9. protection	34. teacher
10. power	35. liar
11. pleasure	36. cheater
12. waiting	37. thief
13. growing	38. closer
14. he's gone	39. that's a new smell
15. take me	40. it's broken
16. leave me	41. lucky
17. accept it	42. was that for me?
18. cold	43. bring it
19. when I was young	44. it's on
20. I feel old	45. get off
21. I feel better	46. once
22. good morning	47. twice
23. good choice	48. where am I?
24. not again	49. artist's choice
25. not the end	50. artist's choice

**I have to wait till I get back to school to scan them and post them in here**

Fanfic: "Forces are Gathering" [part 5]

2006-05-06T07:43:18Z

Title: Forces are Gathering 5/6
Author: Dani
Feedback: Sure, why not
Pairing: Mark/Maureen, Roger/April, Collins/OC, Benny/Alison
Word Count: 869
Rating: R
Genre: Humor (though this part is dramatic)
Summary: Part 5/6 of Benny's wedding to Alison
Notes: This was my first fic
Special Thanks: uh, Laura for keeping me at it? XD
Spoilers: None
Warnings: lotsa cursing, mostly done by Roger
Disclaimer: I do not own Rent, or any of its characters (although I wish I owned Roger…) and this is purely for fun.

“What is with this crappy music?!” Maureen exclaimed. She rose from her seat, despite the small protest from Mark, and headed over to the band, hips swaying as she walked. From a distance, the group observed as Maureen leaned over to the vocalist of the band; running her finger down his jaw line, giggling and flashing him her award-winning smile while Mark pretended not to notice. Soon the brunette beauty returned with a triumphant smile. “He said he’ll play a good song next.”
As promised, the band began to pick up and their rendition of AC/DC’s “Shook Me All Night Long” began blasting through the speakers. With expressions of excitement on their faces, both Maureen and April pulled their dates onto the dance floor, soon followed by Collins and Martin. The six of them owned the dance floor while all the other guests stared in shock. By the look on Alison’s face, April could tell she was far from pleased with the Bohemians’ music of choice. Taking matters into her own hands, April decided to spice things up a bit, she moved closer to Roger, dancing with moves that were not suitable for young children’s eyes; grinding her hips up into him. And as expected, this set off a fuse within Alison, and her parents as well.

Roger was in the middle of his air guitar solo when the music suddenly cut. Groans were heard from those on the dance floor as all eyes turned to Alison who was stationed near the band. You could almost see the steam emitting form her as she stormed over to the Bohemians.

“NO music will be played that isn’t on my list.” Alison demanded with a threatening tone, yet managed to keep her voice just above a whisper. “And no more of that kind of dancing. You all are a disgrace.” Her eyes narrowed to April, then shifting over to the others.

“Sweetie, calm down. They-” Benny had come up behind her, wrapping his arms around the waist of his new bride. But his attempts to calm her down were in vain as she pushed him away and directed her anger toward him, still managing to keep her voice to a whisper.

“Don’t you stand up for them! It’s your fault they’re here! I just wanted to have a perfect wedding day, is that so hard to ask?” These lower class, lazy bums are your problem, you take care of them.” Her voice rose gradually throughout her tirade, however only loud enough for those on the dance floor to ‘overhear’ her threat.

“Fuck you Muffy!” expressions of shock and embarrassment came over Benny and Alison’s faces as Roger used their ‘special’ nickname. “Just because we’re not sell-out yuppie scum like you two, doesn’t mean you can treat us like shit! I could be rich too if my daddy bought me everything I asked for you spoiled bitch!”

“Roger…” Stepping up, Mark put a hand on Roger’s shoulder to calm him down, only to be roughly shrugged off. There was no calming Roger when he got like this, and Mark new that all too well.

“Be quiet Roger.” Benny warned with a firm tone. While Alison stood behind him, her mouth gaping open in shock. “Do not embarrass me in front of these people.” He said in a low whisper that only Roger and perhaps Mark could hear.

“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want Benny.” He snapped back. “And don’t’ act so superior, you were just like us not too long ago. The only thing that makes you different is that you’re fucking a rich man’s daughter!”

Before Roger could continue he had a fist slamming into his face, sending him backwards. Gasps were heard throughout the room as Mark and Collins quickly caught him, preventing him from hitting the floor as April rushed to his side.

“What the hell, you ass!!!” April shot up at Benny as she crouched beside her boyfriend, looking at the damage that was done.

Mark stood up, stepping forward, only inches away from Benny’s face, though still considerably shorter than him. It was the first time Benny had seen Mark looking so pissed off in a long time. “They were right. You have changed. I don’t’ know why I ever stuck up for you. Have fun with your new life Benny.” He spat bitterly as he helped Collins prop Roger up.

After giving Benny a venomous look, Roger turned to leave, holding his nose up to stop the bleeding. Mark and April followed him out, followed by a rather confused and surprised Martin. Collins paused, turning to face Benny for a moment. “Wow man…” his voice did not hide his disappointment in his buddy as he turned to follow his friends out.

“Way to go Benny.” Maureen’s voice was dripping with sarcasm and disgust as she began a slow clap. “Not only did you lose all your friends, but now you’ve got them hating your yuppie guts. Have a nice life with Muffy.” And to complete her dramatic exit, Maureen snootily lifted her head in the air, turning on her heels, and clicked them across the dance floor as she made her way out the doors.

Fanfic: "Forces are Gathering" [part 4]

2006-05-06T05:53:15Z

Title: Forces are Gathering 4/6
Author: Dani
Feedback: Sure, why not
Pairing: Mark/Maureen, Roger/April, Collins/OC, Benny/Alison
Word Count: 478
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humor
Summary: Part 4/6 of Benny's wedding to Alison
Notes: This was my first fic
Special Thanks: uh, Laura for keeping me at it? XD
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Sexual references
Disclaimer: I do not own Rent, or any of its characters (although I wish I owned Roger…) and this is purely for fun.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding.” Mark grinned as he walked outside, through the glass doors of the lobby. Roger and April were against the wall, both of them sharing a half-diminished cigarette.

“Guess we gotta find a new hiding spot now.” Roger sarcastically joked to April as she giggled out the smoke she had just inhaled.

“Ha-ha. Very funny. You could have at least said where you were going.”

“We didn’t want anyone to know.” April replied wit a wink as she passed the last of the cigarette to Roger. With a nod Roger took one last drag on the cig and exhaled the smoke into the air slowly. As the musician flicked the dead butt to the ground, a small piece of paper caught his eye. It was neatly folded, and partially hidden by the trash can, as if someone intended to dispose of it but had missed. A combination of curiosity and boredom caused Roger to bend over and pick it up.

“What is that?” Mark asked as he noticed his friend’s new interest.

“Dunno.” Opening up the paper, Roger’s eyes scanned over its words. Pulling his eyes off the paper, Roger suddenly burst out with laughter.

“Lemme see!” April grinned, eager to read what made Roger Davis laugh so hard. He handed it over, well, more like she pulled it from his hands and began reading it. “Oh my God!” she said and burst out laughing as well. “This is too good!”

“What’s it say?” the curious Mark asked. Just then Maureen appeared.

“Pookie! So this is where everyone went! Why’d you all leave me?” she asked while Roger handed the note over to Mark. “What’s that?” Maureen questioned, her voice eager with curiosity.

“Read it out loud.” Roger grinned, finally slowing down with the laughter. Looking down at the paper, Mark nodded, adjusting his glasses and began reading.

“My dearest Muffy”
Scrunching his eyebrows in confusion and disturbance, Mark looked at Roger who had burst out laughing once more.

“Muffy?! What the hell kind of nickname is that?” Maureen laughed, looking over Mark’s shoulders at the letter. “Who’s this written by?”

“Just keep reading.” Roger demanded.

“I can’t wait for tonight. Meet me in the bathroom, I want a taste of that sweet little ass right now. Love, your new hubby.”

All four of them burst out in laughter once again. Mark made a disgusted face through his grin. “Oh God, I’m not going in the bathroom for the rest of the night.”

Roger put a hand on Mark’s shoulder as he tried to calm down his laughter. “You and me both. C’mon we’d better get back before Benny and Muffy miss us.” He said sarcastically with a laugh.

“God, don’t ever call her that again, it gives me images I don’t want to have.” Mark said as they headed back inside.

Fanfic: "Forces are Gathering" [part 3]

2006-05-06T05:13:58Z

Title: Forces are Gathering 3/6
Author: Dani
Feedback: Sure, why not
Pairing: Mark/Maureen, Roger/April, Collins/OC, Benny/Alison
Word Count: 822
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor
Summary: Part 3/6 of Benny's wedding to Alison
Notes: This was my first fic
Special Thanks: uh, Laura for keeping me at it? XD
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Rent, or any of its characters (although I wish I owned Roger…) and this is purely for fun.

“Alright, let’s get this party started!” April cheered, doing a little dance as they entered the reception room. Roger laughed and slung his arm lazily over her shoulders as they walked in.

“Okay, let’s find our seats.” The second he entered the exquisite ballroom, Mark had his camera slowly panning the room, documenting its grand, majestic beauty. “The place cards say we’re table 15. Let’s see that is…. Right there.” The group’s eyes followed Mark’s pointed camera to where he directing it. It was no surprise to them that their table was positioned in the furthest, most isolated corner of the room. Making their way to the table, the four of them sat down in their seats.

“Pookie, will you get me a martini?” Maureen pouted up at Mark once they were all settled in, batting her long eyelashes at him.

“Of course Honey.”

“Whisky Sour.” April said with an ‘oh-so-charming’ smile as she poked Roger’s arm. Able to take the obvious hint, Roger rose from his feet and followed Mark to the bar.

“Are you going to behave tonight?”

“I’ll do my best, Mommy” Roger rolled his eyes at Mark, then turned to the bartender to order their drinks.

“Roger. I know you’re pissed at Benny, I am too! I’m just saying we shouldn’t cause him any trouble on his wedding day. Agreed?”

“Fine. Agreed. Whatever.” The two boys received their drinks and headed back to the table, handing the glasses to their ladies.

Moments later, the band requested the guests take their seats. The soft, classical music filled the room as the bridal party slowly came into the room; paired up in a line. With the women on one side, and the men on the other, the bridal party raised their arms high, creating a tunnel of arms and bouquets for the groom and bride to walk through. The room filled with applause as the first dance was initiated. It was a rather funny site to witness. Benny looked as if he was dancing wit his grandmother, while Alison seemed to be paying more attention to the cameras with her perfect smile than her new husband. After their dance, the bride and groom began making their rounds to each of the tables; greeting their guests with a smile. A display of black and white paraded around the room as the waiters began to serve first course.

“Hey guys! I’d like you to meet my date for the evening, this is Martin. Martin these are my best friends and roommates; Mark, Roger, and Maureen. And that’s April, Roger’s girlfriend.” Collins pointed to each of his friends as he introduced the nervous, yet cheerful looking young man to them. The petite and well-groomed young, Hispanic man held out his hand, greeting each of the friends with a genuine smile and a firm handshake. “It’s so great to meet you all, I’ve heard so much about you!”

“It’s nice to meet you too. Hey you guys, pull up a chair, sit down!” Mark pointed to the two empty chairs across from him and Collins and Martin obliged.

About half-way through first course, the ‘happy’ newlyweds approached their table. “Hey guys! Glad you could all make it.” Benny said with a relaxed smile for the first time that night. However the people he was addressing didn’t seem so pleased. “Alison, these are my friends who I used to live with; Mark Cohen, Roger Davis, Maureen Johnson, and of course I already introduced you to Collins. This is April Ericsson, Roger’s girlfriend. And this is Collins’ d-……friend. I didn’t quite catch your name…”

“Martin Reynolds.”

“Hello.” Allison replied with an obvious uninterested tone and a half-assed wave. Her eyes were scanning the room and it was apparent her attention was on… well, anywhere but in front of her.

“Uh… you look great. Both of you. Really. Congratulations.” Mark said, hoping to break the awkward silence that had come over the group. It was painfully obvious that Roger and Maureen were ignoring Benny and his new investment. Everyone else was at a loss as to what to say.

“Thanks.” Benny replied with a hopeful grin, relieved to know not all his friends despised him. But his grin was interrupted by Alison excitedly tapping his arm.

“Oh honey! There are the Wellingtons! Let’s go say ‘hi’!”

“Sweetie.” He responded in a tone that lacked any affection. “There will be time for that later… We have to greet everybody first.”

“I give them three month max.” Roger stated after Benny lost the battle and was dragged off by bridezilla.

“If he can stand her that long.” Mark added in as he finally put his camera down.

“I doubt he can. I could barely stand being in the same room with her for more than ten minutes earlier.” Collins snacked on a piece of celery, crunching loudly with his first bite. Everyone laughed and went back to their meals.

Fanfic: "Forces are Gathering" [part 2]

2006-05-06T05:09:49Z

Title: Forces are Gathering 2/6
Author: Dani
Feedback: Sure, why not
Pairing: Mark/Maureen, Roger/April, Collins/OC, Benny/Alison
Word Count: 576
Rating: PG-13 for references to drugs -rolls eyes
Genre: Humor
Summary: Part 2/6 of Benny's wedding to Alison
Notes: This was my first fic
Special Thanks: uh, Laura for keeping me at it? XD
Spoilers: None
Warnings: They talk about drugs. Ooo so bad. -_-
Disclaimer: I do not own Rent, or any of its characters (although I wish I owned Roger…) and this is purely for fun.

“Hey! Y’all are here!” Collins exclaimed, joyfully walking up to his friends, engulfing each one of them in a welcoming hug.

“You look like a penguin.”

Mark hit Roger in the arm and then turned to Collins with a smile. “You look great.”

“Thanks. All I need are sunglasses and I’ll feel like a secret agent like James Bond or somethin’. You’re looking pretty sharp yourself Mark! Ladies; gorgeous as usual. And Roger. I had no idea you cleaned up so well.”

“Yea, yea. Let’s skip the flattery and just cut to the party.”

“Unfortunately there’s a little something called a ‘wedding’ before the reception. Totally pointless, I know, but we gotta go.” Mark said sarcastically and rolled his eyes at Roger with a smile. “C’mon, let’s go find our seats. See you at the reception Collins.” Taking Maureen’s hand, Mark led her down the isle of the church and into an empty row of bleachers, April and Roger following close behind.

Glancing up at the alter, Mark caught sight of both Benny and Collins standing side by side on the left of the minister. Benny looked nervous as a child getting their first shot, and Collins seemed to be using all his strength to keep from bursting out laughing.

It wasn’t long until the music began and the bridal party slowly made their way down the isle. Almost all of them were friends or relatives of the bride aside from Collins. Next came the maid of honor who resembled a model, which caught Roger’s eye, only to be smacked by April. “What?”

“I’m sitting right here.”

“I was only looking…”

“Shhhh!” came a scolding whisper from both Mark and Maureen. Next came the bride. Alison looked like she was a professional at this; smiling perfectly, waving to her family and friends. Roger couldn’t help but scorn at this fake Barbie doll who was ripping their once-moralistic friend away from them.

It was almost halfway through the service and Roger had lost all interest in what was taking place in front of him. April was slowly falling asleep, resting her head on Roger’s shoulder. Maureen’s attention was directed more towards the compact mirror in front of her as she adjusted her curls and confirmed her makeup still looked gorgeous and fresh. Mark seemed to be paying attention, or perhaps he was more interested in the camera he was holding up to film the event.

“This is boring.”

“I told you it was going to be.” Roger whispered back to his girlfriend.

“This would have been ten times better if we were high.” April complained, keeping her voice just below a whisper.

“Well you should have said that before we got here. You know I would have!”

“Did you bring anything?”

“No, I’m all out. I was gonna buy more tomorrow.”

“God, this sucks.”

Taking his eyes off the camera for a moment, Mark shot Roger and April a look, non-verbally threatening them to shut up. Rolling his eyes and slouching back in his seat, Roger folded his arms and zipped his mouth.

The sound of clapping woke Roger with a slight jump, causing April, who was asleep on his shoulder, to wake as well. Looking around as he slowly came back into consciousness, Roger noticed that everyone was standing and clapping as the music led the bridal party down the isle. Slowly rising along with April, Roger began clapping unenthusiastically, relieved the boring part was over.