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Sep. 12th, 2009 07:39 pmIf you read this, even if we don't speak often, please leave a comment to this post with a memory you have of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad. Once you've left a comment, post this little paragraph on your journal and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.
[Any 'verse, point in canon or random encounter is welcome. OOC also welcome.]
[Any 'verse, point in canon or random encounter is welcome. OOC also welcome.]
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just_1_word :: 10.10 Brother
Aug. 1st, 2009 08:54 pm[ooc: This prompt is based on RP history from somewhere I used to play on Insanejournal. The Sam in question is used without permission, but very lightly and with lots of love.]
"Bitch."
Kira didn't have a family.
Okay, that's not true. She had her mom as far as blood went. Then there were the four guys she fought with and sometimes against during her last year of high school.
Still, that didn't matter here. Here in this fucked up dimension? She was just a character on some lame ass kids' show, pulled from her home world—or possibly just brought to life—to fight in a war the residing god-like beings had decided to rage. Her family? It didn't exist outside Toon Disney.
Of course she didn't count on getting this close to anyone in—mostly the same boat. His show was badass and his brother was back from the dead, but he could identify with her on at least a few things. Half the time they fought, but somehow they'd managed to forge something of a familial relationship.
Enough of one to afford the insulting nickname that would follow his.
"Brat."
"Bitch."
Kira didn't have a family.
Okay, that's not true. She had her mom as far as blood went. Then there were the four guys she fought with and sometimes against during her last year of high school.
Still, that didn't matter here. Here in this fucked up dimension? She was just a character on some lame ass kids' show, pulled from her home world—or possibly just brought to life—to fight in a war the residing god-like beings had decided to rage. Her family? It didn't exist outside Toon Disney.
Of course she didn't count on getting this close to anyone in—mostly the same boat. His show was badass and his brother was back from the dead, but he could identify with her on at least a few things. Half the time they fought, but somehow they'd managed to forge something of a familial relationship.
Enough of one to afford the insulting nickname that would follow his.
"Brat."
Tags:
- [char] conner mcknight,
- [char] dean winchester,
- [char] emily ford,
- [char] ethan james,
- [char] sam winchester,
- [char] tommy oliver,
- [char] trent fernandez,
- [comm] just_1_word,
- [cross] supernatural,
- [timeline - ranger] post once a ranger,
- [timeline - spn] season 3,
- [type] fic,
- [type] prompt response,
- [ver - jack] parabolical,
- [ver] crossover
OOC :: Because my brain said so.
Jul. 30th, 2009 05:39 pmComment here with your character's name for a big block of text about how mine feels regarding yours.
just_fck_me :: 9.4 Massage
Jul. 20th, 2009 12:36 pm"Hey, what are you—!" Kira flinched and shrunk forward, away from Conner's hands.
"Just—relax, okay? It'll make you feel better."
"Why can't I get a real massage? You know, from someone who knows what they're doing?"
Conner looked insulted. "I know what I'm doing!" A little calmer. "Plus, I'm free."
Well, he had a point there. "Fine."
( *** )
"Just—relax, okay? It'll make you feel better."
"Why can't I get a real massage? You know, from someone who knows what they're doing?"
Conner looked insulted. "I know what I'm doing!" A little calmer. "Plus, I'm free."
Well, he had a point there. "Fine."
( *** )
just_1_word :: 34.3 Green
Jul. 20th, 2009 11:26 amColor was everything to a Power Ranger. It seemed like every one so far had been inexplicably attracted to their own as far as wardrobe went. It was just a thing.
Of course, things were a little different now. Kira had added a new color to her closet, one she was slowly growing very fond of.
Green.
She wore it because of him. Yeah, he'd had other colors in the past, but there were reasons she'd picked the one she had. Red was also Conner's, white was also Trent's. Black was a little too basic. Not only was green the only option not linked to another team member, or just a little too classic, it was his first. She never could be sure if he still felt the guilt that came with being Rita's chosen and almost killing his friends while under that spell, but if he did, this was her way of saying it didn't matter to her. It could all happen again tomorrow and it still wouldn't matter. She knew who he was: a hero and the man she loved.
Yeah, she still wore her own, but with an added bonus. Yellow and green went great together, and so did they. Whenever she wore it, no matter where she was, it made her feel closer to him. It was almost like he was there, watching over her, taking care of her like she knew he loved to do.
Green just felt good on her, because to her, green was Tommy Oliver.
Of course, things were a little different now. Kira had added a new color to her closet, one she was slowly growing very fond of.
Green.
She wore it because of him. Yeah, he'd had other colors in the past, but there were reasons she'd picked the one she had. Red was also Conner's, white was also Trent's. Black was a little too basic. Not only was green the only option not linked to another team member, or just a little too classic, it was his first. She never could be sure if he still felt the guilt that came with being Rita's chosen and almost killing his friends while under that spell, but if he did, this was her way of saying it didn't matter to her. It could all happen again tomorrow and it still wouldn't matter. She knew who he was: a hero and the man she loved.
Yeah, she still wore her own, but with an added bonus. Yellow and green went great together, and so did they. Whenever she wore it, no matter where she was, it made her feel closer to him. It was almost like he was there, watching over her, taking care of her like she knew he loved to do.
Green just felt good on her, because to her, green was Tommy Oliver.
Tags:
- [char] conner mcknight,
- [char] rita repulsa,
- [char] tommy oliver,
- [char] trent fernandez,
- [comm] just_1_word,
- [cross] supernatural,
- [pair] with tommy oliver,
- [style] hunter!kira,
- [timeline - ranger] post once a ranger,
- [type] fic,
- [type] prompt response,
- [ver - tommy] first name basis,
- [ver - tommy] hunter's thunder
OOC :: In case you've been wondering.
Jul. 1st, 2009 02:01 pmI realize I've gone missing. Sorry about that. Just went money gets tight, some things have to give, and in this case it's the cable. Right now I'm on free time with Netzero, and I'm not sure how long that'll hold up. Hopefully the cable will be back soon, but no guarantees. Consider me on sort-of hiatus.
If I've dropped off on any RP that you really want to continue with Kira, just let me know and I'll give it a shot. Otherwise, I probably won't answer.
Crossposting to other journals. Sorry if I flood your page.
PS - My paid time is running out on Saturday, so if you're the awesome person who has $7 extra dollars to waste on me, waste away, baby!
If I've dropped off on any RP that you really want to continue with Kira, just let me know and I'll give it a shot. Otherwise, I probably won't answer.
Crossposting to other journals. Sorry if I flood your page.
PS - My paid time is running out on Saturday, so if you're the awesome person who has $7 extra dollars to waste on me, waste away, baby!
Monsters she could handle. Sort-of boyfriends that were slowly turning evil? Yep. The disturbing idea of Rita Repulsa and Lord Zedd conceiving a child? Eww, but still in the realm of being dealt with.
But this? This was writer's block, the evil to overcome all evils. Only one thing could come from it: boredom.
This case was especially bad. She wanted to write, but everything that came out was just crap, crap she just crumbled up and tossed at the trash can.
Kira studied the pile that had built up. Maybe it could be flaming crap. At least that would keep her entertained.
But this? This was writer's block, the evil to overcome all evils. Only one thing could come from it: boredom.
This case was especially bad. She wanted to write, but everything that came out was just crap, crap she just crumbled up and tossed at the trash can.
Kira studied the pile that had built up. Maybe it could be flaming crap. At least that would keep her entertained.
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Jun. 19th, 2009 07:36 am| Your Passion is Orange |
 For you, sex is a dramatic performance where you are the star. And you love putting on a wild act for your lover, trying to top last night's show. Whether you enjoy the actual sex is irrelevant... it's all about putting on a good act! |
I wouldn't say irrelevant...
just_1_word :: 9.6 Lover
Jun. 18th, 2009 07:19 am[ooc: For ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
scienceinblack, who requested Tommy/Kira for Better Than Drugs by Skillet from my music meme list.]
feel your every heartbeat
feel you on these empty nights
calm the ache, stop the shakes
you clear my mind
you're my escape
from this messed up place
cause you let me forget
you numb my pain
Kira lowered her head for one last kiss, slow, soft and deep, before she rolled off him. Before her back hit the bed, he was on his side, arms around her and pulling her toward him again. She smiled as she closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest.
"Just can't let me go, can you?"
She heard Tommy's soft chuckle as he tightened his grip ever so slightly. "I wish I didn't have to."
"It's not like I won't be back."
He paused slightly before answering. "You don't know that, Kira."
( *** )
scienceinblack, who requested Tommy/Kira for Better Than Drugs by Skillet from my music meme list.]feel your every heartbeat
feel you on these empty nights
calm the ache, stop the shakes
you clear my mind
you're my escape
from this messed up place
cause you let me forget
you numb my pain
Kira lowered her head for one last kiss, slow, soft and deep, before she rolled off him. Before her back hit the bed, he was on his side, arms around her and pulling her toward him again. She smiled as she closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest.
"Just can't let me go, can you?"
She heard Tommy's soft chuckle as he tightened his grip ever so slightly. "I wish I didn't have to."
"It's not like I won't be back."
He paused slightly before answering. "You don't know that, Kira."
( *** )
Tags:
charloft :: Thursday-Pick a Drabble
Jun. 16th, 2009 07:58 amI'm a little late with this, but I've had internet issues. (And crossposting to a few journals, so sorry if I flood your page.)
( Types and who I drabble )
POST @ CHARLOFT
( Types and who I drabble )
POST @ CHARLOFT
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Jun. 10th, 2009 08:28 pmYou are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages or comments you and asks — and, believe me, the temptation to explain some of these will be overwhelming. Nothing is exactly as it seems.
Been in a band? — Yes.
Knitted? — No.
Been on TV? — Yes.
Shot a gun? — Yes.
Skinny-dipped? — Yes.
Given someone stitches? — No.
Eaten a whole habenero pepper? — No.
Ridden a surfboard? — Yes.
Drunk straight from a liquor bottle? — Yes.
Had surgery? — No.
Streaked? — No.
Been taken by ambulance to a hospital? — No.
Tripped on mushrooms? — No.
Passed out when NOT drinking? — Yes.
Peed on a bush? — No.
Donated Blood? — Yes.
Grabbed electric fence? — No.
Eaten alligator meat? - No.
Eaten cheesecake? — Yes.
Eaten your kid's Halloween candy? — No.
Killed an animal when not hunting? — No.
Peed your pants in public? — No.
Snuck into a movie without paying? - No.
Written graffiti? — No.
Still love someone you shouldn't? — Yes.
Think about the future? — Yes.
Been in handcuffs? — Yes.
Believe in love? — Yes.
Sleep on a certain side of the bed? — No.
Been in a band? — Yes.
Knitted? — No.
Been on TV? — Yes.
Shot a gun? — Yes.
Skinny-dipped? — Yes.
Given someone stitches? — No.
Eaten a whole habenero pepper? — No.
Ridden a surfboard? — Yes.
Drunk straight from a liquor bottle? — Yes.
Had surgery? — No.
Streaked? — No.
Been taken by ambulance to a hospital? — No.
Tripped on mushrooms? — No.
Passed out when NOT drinking? — Yes.
Peed on a bush? — No.
Donated Blood? — Yes.
Grabbed electric fence? — No.
Eaten alligator meat? - No.
Eaten cheesecake? — Yes.
Eaten your kid's Halloween candy? — No.
Killed an animal when not hunting? — No.
Peed your pants in public? — No.
Snuck into a movie without paying? - No.
Written graffiti? — No.
Still love someone you shouldn't? — Yes.
Think about the future? — Yes.
Been in handcuffs? — Yes.
Believe in love? — Yes.
Sleep on a certain side of the bed? — No.
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Jun. 10th, 2009 01:23 amYou Are Yogurt |
 Modern and streamlined, you prefer a breakfast that's quick and healthy. You live a fast paced life, and you get breakfast only when you're lucky. And while you are strapped for time, you are still a hardcore foodie. You often eat the best that your money can buy. You figure you're worth it. |
justprompts :: Miley Cyrus - The Climb
Jun. 9th, 2009 01:44 amSometimes she felt like this city hated her.
Back in Reefside, she had a fanbase. It was small, and pretty much limited to her classmates and anyone who frequented Cyberspace. She missed that internet cafe, Hayley's smiling face behind the counter, the times Tori would drive from Blue Bay Harbor just to hear her play. In New York, nobody seemed to care about Kira Ford. When she was on stage, she was singing to air, strumming her guitar to the tune of billiard balls and Samuel Adams. If anyone even looked at her, she never saw them.
Tonight didn't seem any different. It was open mic at one of her frequent visits and the same old thing. ( She picked a song and everyone ignored her. )
Back in Reefside, she had a fanbase. It was small, and pretty much limited to her classmates and anyone who frequented Cyberspace. She missed that internet cafe, Hayley's smiling face behind the counter, the times Tori would drive from Blue Bay Harbor just to hear her play. In New York, nobody seemed to care about Kira Ford. When she was on stage, she was singing to air, strumming her guitar to the tune of billiard balls and Samuel Adams. If anyone even looked at her, she never saw them.
Tonight didn't seem any different. It was open mic at one of her frequent visits and the same old thing. ( She picked a song and everyone ignored her. )
