some other stuff besides vote, vote, vote
Nov. 2nd, 2004 11:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tommygirlBut, of course, vote, vote, vote!
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roniabirk has decided that Livejournal should have our own Gallup poll! - so if you've voted and feel comfortable with people knowing who you voted for, check it out.
Also, check out The Everybody Who Votes Drabble Present! thattrollprincess came up with and is underway.
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And below are two lost drabbles I wrote this morning because I'm not in a Nano-mood quite yet.
Charlie walked down the beach, trying his best to get away from bloody Locke for a few minutes. Charlie could see it in the man's eyes, the pitiable ooze that said "you're weak" without saying anything at all. It was something he was used to - from bandmates, his mother, even his girlfriends of the past.
He just wanted it to stop, to make the pain and the shakes go away so that he could strum his guitar. Lord knew there was nothing else to do.
As he headed down the beach, he stopped when he heard someone, a female, call out his name. It surprised him, not only because he thought he was alone, but because most of the women on this beach had a nasty habit of overlooking him. He was the invisible man.
Charlie peered around carefully, wondering if he was turning into the others and suffering from hallucinations or if this was yet another creepy side effect to this bloody island.
But there was Claire. With a large smile on her face.
She stepped closer to, throwing him off balance when she rested her hand on his arm, and said, "i thought that was you wandering around."
"Didn't mean to frighten you."
"You didn't. I just-I hate that we've divided like this."
"Jack says some people aren't ready to give up hope yet."
She nods and replies, "What about you?"
"Hope's never done me much good, Claire."
"I don't believe you," she replies.
He shrugs. He’s never been good around the opposite sex. It’s part of the reason he became a musician. It was one of the only ways he could express all those things bottled up inside of him. He grips his hands together tightly, not wanting her to see him like this and says, “It’s true though. Faith isn’t my strong point. It never has been.”
“Again, I’m not buying it. I’ve seen the way you help people here, Charlie. You have faith in those around you – I see it in your eyes.” When he doesn’t say anything – because what the hell does he say to that - she turns to walk away before calling out, "I think all you need is a little faith in yourself."
Sayid watches the group of survivors follow Jack into the jungle and tries not to run over and grab each of them by their hands. Logically, he understands Jack's point of view - easy access to water, to shelter, to a cooler climate - but to give up hope when that's all that some of them had left...it was wrong.
Even Sawyer saw that, choosing to stay behind with the others and keep the fire burning for as long as possible.
Sometimes hope was the only thing to get a person through the day - he learned that during his time in the Iraqi army. Through all the horrors and moments of utter desolation, he maintained his hope that things would get better. He wasn't going to let some pessimistic doctor from America take that from him now.
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Not much else to report. Charmed was wonderful - especially five minutes in particular - and it's driven my evil!angsty!Chris muse into overdrive at a very bad time. So don't be surprised if a Chris-esque character pops up in my Nano story down the line.
Also a reminder because someone emailed me about this: if you want to keep up with my progress on Nano and/or read excerpts, just let me know because I'm friends-locking with a filter to 1) not force it down people's throats who don't have time or inclination for it and 2) to better protect my publishing rights if/when the time comes.
roniabirk has decided that Livejournal should have our own Gallup poll! - so if you've voted and feel comfortable with people knowing who you voted for, check it out.Also, check out The Everybody Who Votes Drabble Present! that
trollprincess came up with and is underway. **
And below are two lost drabbles I wrote this morning because I'm not in a Nano-mood quite yet.
Charlie walked down the beach, trying his best to get away from bloody Locke for a few minutes. Charlie could see it in the man's eyes, the pitiable ooze that said "you're weak" without saying anything at all. It was something he was used to - from bandmates, his mother, even his girlfriends of the past.
He just wanted it to stop, to make the pain and the shakes go away so that he could strum his guitar. Lord knew there was nothing else to do.
As he headed down the beach, he stopped when he heard someone, a female, call out his name. It surprised him, not only because he thought he was alone, but because most of the women on this beach had a nasty habit of overlooking him. He was the invisible man.
Charlie peered around carefully, wondering if he was turning into the others and suffering from hallucinations or if this was yet another creepy side effect to this bloody island.
But there was Claire. With a large smile on her face.
She stepped closer to, throwing him off balance when she rested her hand on his arm, and said, "i thought that was you wandering around."
"Didn't mean to frighten you."
"You didn't. I just-I hate that we've divided like this."
"Jack says some people aren't ready to give up hope yet."
She nods and replies, "What about you?"
"Hope's never done me much good, Claire."
"I don't believe you," she replies.
He shrugs. He’s never been good around the opposite sex. It’s part of the reason he became a musician. It was one of the only ways he could express all those things bottled up inside of him. He grips his hands together tightly, not wanting her to see him like this and says, “It’s true though. Faith isn’t my strong point. It never has been.”
“Again, I’m not buying it. I’ve seen the way you help people here, Charlie. You have faith in those around you – I see it in your eyes.” When he doesn’t say anything – because what the hell does he say to that - she turns to walk away before calling out, "I think all you need is a little faith in yourself."
Sayid watches the group of survivors follow Jack into the jungle and tries not to run over and grab each of them by their hands. Logically, he understands Jack's point of view - easy access to water, to shelter, to a cooler climate - but to give up hope when that's all that some of them had left...it was wrong.
Even Sawyer saw that, choosing to stay behind with the others and keep the fire burning for as long as possible.
Sometimes hope was the only thing to get a person through the day - he learned that during his time in the Iraqi army. Through all the horrors and moments of utter desolation, he maintained his hope that things would get better. He wasn't going to let some pessimistic doctor from America take that from him now.
**
Not much else to report. Charmed was wonderful - especially five minutes in particular - and it's driven my evil!angsty!Chris muse into overdrive at a very bad time. So don't be surprised if a Chris-esque character pops up in my Nano story down the line.
Also a reminder because someone emailed me about this: if you want to keep up with my progress on Nano and/or read excerpts, just let me know because I'm friends-locking with a filter to 1) not force it down people's throats who don't have time or inclination for it and 2) to better protect my publishing rights if/when the time comes.
