GIP and Progress

[itsallovernow]

Look, look what rubberneck made me. Isn't it just the loveliest thing:) I should do a whole post on this movie itself, and I had an awful desire to write Notorious fic, and should clearly be stopped:)

Watched Angel last night, and was very pleased. The best part though, was watching it with M. who had cheated and watched while I was at work. He knew I'd love the Caveman vs. Astronauts thing, and although I'd been spoiled for it's existence, I didn't know where it would occur. I almost fell off the couch for the giggling. And while he pretends not too, M. so gets the slash.

I actually have thoughts, mostly centered around Fred, but they need to coalesce a little.

So the writing challenge did provoke an interesting response.

My list of overused words is here:

bitter
sharp
sigh (as in "with a sigh")
uncertain
still ( as in lack of movement:)
reaching
ache
pale
intent
gaze


I got these from sabine101:

: seasick
:: shadow puppets
:: perpendicular
:: rapidfire
:: indescribably
:: squinted/squinting
:: cut/cutting
:: magnificent
:: purported (and with it, ostensible/ostensibly)
:: appreciate (as in, "I appreciate the fact that you don't like me, but...")



and these from rubberneck:

breathe, breath, breathing
shift
reach
brow
glance
nudge
curve
knee, kneels
pause
little

So, mostly I tried out Sab's words for the world's longest farscapefriday drabble. It's too long to be a drabble, but not fleshed out enough to be a story, but it's a start, and it was a test, of sorts. I'm liking this exercise muchly, so I hope that more of you will come play. All you need is the ten words you overuse, and then you can take someone else's ten babies. It helped immensely for some reason. I think some of the forbidden words snuck in there, but I'll pretend otherwise.



Seems Like Old Times

The boy has a shock of hair dark as Nerri’s, and when he drifts away from the food stall, cutting aimiably through the crowd, she has to pause, fingers clutching the edge of the bar as memories tug at her. Uniform crowds, monotone and monochrome and two children drifting silently through them, hiding in shadows, staying out of sight. The boy moves well, a shamble-glide combination that is both disarming and full of calculation. He can’t be more than 11 or 12 cycles, and she thinks for a microt of just letting him go. But he reaches up, scratching the back of his head in the manner of rumpled young boys and she’s compelled to follow.

He’s good, almost as good as she is, has flair. He bumps into an older Kaelian, one with all six of her arms fully grown, and apologizes profusely, steadying her as she regains her balance. The female smiles, pats his cheek and fails to notice the currency tiles he slips into his back pocket. Chiana grins widely, and snags a fruit twist off a vendor. If she catches the boy, she’ll give him half.

She trails him through the market, and just as she’s about to reach out for him, he spots Crichton and Aeryn bickering over some sort of mechanical component. She watches the boy watching them, calculating the risk in the same way she’s sure he is doing. No one is foolish enough to tag a Peacekeeper unless the reward is substantial, or a dare is involved, but Crichton turns the story on it’s ear. He jostles Aeryn playfully, standing too close to her, and she elbows him gently, not aiming to harm.

They’re an anomally in the boy's world, and it’s been a good day. He’ll eat tonight, she thinks. Chiana spots the moment that he arrives at a total and makes his decision. Moving perpendicular to his position, he angles against the crowd, nudging one way or another, elegant as a ship in flight, and times his arrival beautifully. She silently applauds the manuever.

The boy steps forward, the crowd moves in a wave, and he’s thrown against Crichton. The rest is predictable - Crichton’s easy smile and instant compassion, Aeryn’s dubious warnings, the currency pledges pressed into the boy's palm, and the rapid dart of quick fingers into Crichton’s bag. The kid waves farewell to them, and Aeryn watches him go, mouth set in a firm line of doubt.

He's honestly surprised when Chiana grabs his arm, but he's too slow and doesn’t wriggle down quickly enough. She’s able to yank him behind a stall, and she sees that her guess was right. He’s young, and shrewd. And he does look like Nerri, that innocent mouth, wide eyes, even if his irises are crystalline, giving his gaze a hollow quality. His cheekbones stand out in sharp relief, sure signs of hunger, and her gut twists in sympathetic memory.

“You’re good,” she says with a smirk, not letting go of his arm. She fishes the fruit twist out of her bodice, hands him the whole thing. He grins hugely.

“Not so bad yourself,” he says, full of young bravado, and honor among thieves.

“Now give it back,” she keeps her voice silky, lets it be almost a request. He shakes his head, recognizing their solidarity, but still playing the game. “Give what back?”

She smiles, slow and slinky, what Crichton calls the warning sign, and pulls him closer to her. He’s a liitle scared now, trying not to show it and he doesn’t notice when she tugs gently, pulls a packet out of the back of his jacket.

“You can keep the rest,” she offers softly, “but this belongs to a friend of mine.”

“How’d you do that?” he asks, and she keeps his hands in sight, shaking her head. “Oh, I’m sure you’ll learn."

She turns him around, sends him on his way, and holds onto Crichton’s purchases. She may give them back to him right away, might hold onto them for awhile, for old time’s sake.

Comments

[pdxscaper.livejournal.com]

Great icon! Such a lovely picture.

I read your post last night about your 10 overused words and thought it was really a cool thing to try. So I began looking for in my Farscape fic for my 10 words. I found some, but since I haven't written that many longer Farscape fics I had to go to my other fics.

Anyway, I found 10...so here's my list:
shudder/shuddering
sigh/sighed
whisper/whispered
soft/softly
shaky
fierce/fiercely
longing
quietly
shimmering
breathless

(I found it interesting that there are so many "s" sounds on my list.)

I'm not sure whose words I'll take...sabine101's look quite difficult..."shadow puppets"? *g* I'll have to think about it.

[simplystars.livejournal.com]

*thinks that Notorious fic would be just lovely*


And your Chi fic made me grin and grin. But now I wonder what exactly was in Crichton's packet, and am envious of how much fun Chi will have finding out. *g*

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

She'll enjoy the play of finding out, but I'm thinking it's a gift, or something silly, sentimental, very Crichton:) I wanted Chi to have a moment of nostaligia, something sweet, unfettered, and I think the Notorious fic may come on it's own. I'm not sure I can help myself:)