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windows in paradise.Ethan wasn't having a great day.
At nine a.m. that morning the phone had woken him, and crawling out of bed he reached it eight rings later, the bed sheets clumsily wound around his waist. He clutched the receiver, crushing it to his ear, whilst he tried to wipe the hard, painful grains of sleep from his eyes.
"Yeah?" he croaked, supressing the urge to begin hacking up. He noticed the crumpled packet of cigarettes on the nightstand and impulsively reached for them.
"Ethan, it's mom," the voice over the line was dry and shaky, and with a sink of his stomach he guessed she had probably been drinking. Her voice was thick and unsettling but it was her tight reservation that made him resist hanging up.
"Do you know how early it is?" he grumbled. "Mom, look, if it's about Carrie's wedding, I'll try to scrape some money together, but things are pretty tight this month--"
"Your father's dead."
He wasn't surprised exactly, yet still he pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at it accusin
Character Profile: Creedence.PART I. PHYSICAL
Full name: John Creedence.
Date of Birth/Age: 14th June. 32 years old.
Address: Lives in a shady apartment block downtown as he can't afford much else.
Race/Ethnic Background/Nationality: Hails from the Bible belt of the American South.
Weight/Body Build: Heavy build around the chest and shoulders, very strong.
Hair: Short, thick dark hair.
Eyes: Striking bright blue.
Peculiar Physical Traits: Rough hands but a light touch.
Habits: Drinking heavily, smoking, throwing money away and often finding himself with a gun shoved in his face.
Distinguishing Marks: A series of grotesque back-length scars criss-crossing over his shoulders and spine inflicted from a childhood punishment.
Health: Manages to pass the police fitness exam every time it comes around.
Smell: Whiskey, tobacco and dry soap.
Voice: Throaty and low, with a slight Southern drawl.
I Was The One Who Cared After All
It was a calm evening at 221b, which came as a surprise to John. It had been weeks since their last case and the latter one had consisted of unruly experiments day and night that stretched from counting the number of times John breathed within an hour as he slept (from which he had been so rudely awakened, Sherlock's face mere inches from his) to Sherlock releasing a pack of mice in the apartment to trace their flight movements, and of course John had to clean up every single mess Sherlock left behind.
Lucky for John, Sherlock had decided instead tonight to focus on composing as John listened silently to the violin melodies, shrills, and soft notes that drifted up the stairs into his room. John sat at his desk having spent the last few hours focused on paperwork from the clinic. The music was relaxing and John almost let himself lapse into a since of calm as his lids began to close until, su
Johnlock Challenge - 15/100. ''Silence''If John wasn't currently in serious danger of having acid splashed onto him, he would have laughed at the sheer terror in Sherlock's eyes. For what John could imagine to be the first time in his life, Sherlock looked absolutely lost and afraid. Now, one would say that John was being harsh and possibly overly sadistic, but John found it so amusing because Sherlock could do nothing about it but try to keep that big god-damned mouth of his closed.
Yes, readership. Sherlock Always-has-to-have-the-last-word Holmes lost his bloody voice. Oh, it was Christmas!
John chuckled and yelped when a rather hard pillow was thrown into his face. "Jesus, okay! Sherlock, I'm sorry. But there's nothing I can do for you but give you losangers. This is what you get for never shutting up oomph! Okay, yeah, I deserved that one too, kind of."
Sherlock huffed from where he was perched in his seat, looking away in annoyance. John had to stop himself from cooing at the pout adorning hi
Glass and Bandages
"Ow! John, that hurt!" Sherlock yelled and whined at John.
So this is what it had come to, Sherlock thought bitterly. The world's only consulting detective, and one of its most brilliant inhabitants, reduced to a whinging, screaming child, just because of a few injuries. Specifically, glass in his feet. He felt so pathetic and weak.
John eyed him at these words, slight amusement etched into his raised eyebrow and subtle grin as he pulled another shard of glass from his friend's right foot (luckily, his left one had gone unscathed). He had been doing this for nearly an hour, and it hadn't been a pleasant affair for either one of them, he could tell you that much. Let's just say that picking glass out of his friend's dirty and bloody foot was not exactly his idea of a satisfying Saturday morning. And as if doing this wasn't unpleasant enough, every time he had removed a piece, it had always either resulted in Sherlock clenching his teeth, fists, or jaw, crying out in pain, yelli
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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