chromaticvision | October 6th

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Prompt 1

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Just Can't Get Enough by Black Eyed Peas

Prompt 2
when the lights go down

Prompt 3
Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard

Prompt 4
definitely counts as a problem

Prompt 5
scars that remain

Prompt 6+
quote | double | eyes | lost

Guidelines:
- Drabbles must have a character of color/non-white character as the focus, whether singular or in a pairing.
- Drabbles are 100 words or in sets of 100 words. Iconbles are 2-4 icons of the same image with different textures/texts/colors/etc. Drawbles are up to the artist's discretion.
- Prompts can be interpreted however you wish.
- Drabbles can be posted in its entirety in the comments of that day's prompts or linked elsewhere (on LJ, personal website, AO3, etc) with header information listed.
- Subject title format: Title, Fandom, Character/Pairing

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From:

eerian_sadow

Prompt: Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard

This wasn’t his street, wasn’t his turf. And the longer he walked along it, the more he was reminded of it. On the corner was a hooker, whose name he didn‘t know. Not far from the hooker was a drug dealer, who didn‘t look happy that he was walking away. Across the street and down a block were a couple of gang bangers wearing colors he didn’t recognize, holding knives and wearing hostile glares.

The Autobots needed his help, but if he got away from this job alive, Tracks owed him so much more than a night on the town.

From:

senmut

+cheers+ I love this.

From:

senmut

Marks Left (100 words) by

Merfilly
Fandom: Predator 2 (1990)
Rating: General Audiences
Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Michael "Mike" R. Harrigan, Leona Cantrell
Summary:

Mike sees the effects left behind

Edited Date: 2011-10-06 05:56 am (UTC)

From:

eerian_sadow

Prompt: when the lights go down

She checks her equipment carefully as the sun goes down. Good shoes, non-restrictive clothes, lighter, knife, holy water, stake. Everything is ready for a long night of demon hunting.

She pulls her hair back into a tight braid, knowing that it will be best to keep it out of her face tonight. The vampires will be hungry and she cannot afford even the small weakness of hair in her eyes. When that is finished, she puts her mother’s gold cross around her neck.

When the sun falls below the horizon, Kendra the Vampire Slayer steps into the night to hunt.

From:

eerian_sadow

thanks! :D

From:

eerian_sadow

Prompt: scars that remain

He wakes in the night to sharp, stinging aches along his side--pain the doctors said he shouldn’t be able to feel because the nerves should be gone. It doesn’t leave him most of the time, except when he’s drugged out of his mind on the painkillers and can’t feel anything anyway.

But it’s never the physical pain that wakes him.

He sees the desert when he closes his eyes. The terrorists that came before the helicopter and the scorpion and then the rage and pain as the scorpion took him down. That failure is the hardest part to live with.

From:

misura

"Don't you worry, ma'am," Ban said, striking a pose Ginji privately thought made him look a bit silly. "We may not have had a decent meal for two days (although we did have the good fortune to find someone's half-finished lunch in a garbage can earlier today); we may have spent the past two nights sleeping in our car (which has now been towed); we may look like two people who haven't changed clothes in a while (three days and counting) but we're still the one and only GetBackers with an almost 100% success rate. You may rely on us."

From:

rosehiptea

Hee, perfect! I love it.

From:

bridgetmkennitt

Title: More Work To Be Done
By: Bridget McKennitt
Pairing: Sartana/Luz
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Prompt: scars that remain
Contains: No warnings in as far I know that can't be extrapolated from the header itself.
Disclaimer: Machete (2010) is owned by other companies. They are used here without permission, and for entertainment purposes only. No challenge or infringement upon the copyright is intended, nor should any be inferred. Written for Chromatic Vision's drabblethon.

From:

gloss

prompt: when the lights go down

Mercedes knows that she's good. She's the best, that's just a fact.

Nevertheless, this moment always comes, after she breathes in, before she sings. Each time, it is endless, terrifying, longer than ever. Everything stills; time hovers incandescent, her heart gutters to a stop, the world recedes, and she's falling in place.

Maybe this happens to humble her. Maybe it's a sign that she needs to be more brave -- tougher and more self-centered. More Rachel.

In the silence, surrounded, dwarfed by it, she can only do one thing, all she knows.

She lifts her head, lets the song go.

From:

rosehiptea

WARNING for dark imagery

What Remains

From:

rosehiptea

Prompt: definitely counts as a problem

"Shawn, we have a problem!"

"Yeah, no mustard," muttered Shawn, looking at his burger.

Gus sighed. "No, a real problem!"

"Since when is mustard not a real problem?"

"Your new car…"

"Say, Gus, I don't suppose you would want to head back to the restaurant…"

Gus left the office and shut the door behind him hard. If Shawn thought he was heading out for his damn mustard, let him. Meanwhile Gus would be out at the car, looking through the window. And when Shawn finally made it out to see the mother cat and all those kittens, he would understand.

From:

softestbullet

I love her practicality. <3 This is awesome.

From:

misura

Aw! Definitely a problem, indeed - as well as, perhaps, a new client? (Not a paying one, though, probably.)

And just what is it about these guys and cats and cars? *g*

From:

misura

Thank you! These guys are just - well, if it's not psychotic killers, it's lack of funds, food and a driveable car. Definitely always a problem around.

From:

misura

Thank you! This prompt seemed made for these two, what with the usual state of their lives.

From:

misura

To say Nathan was appalled would have been an understatement.

'Infuriated', perhaps. " 'For someone with your gifts to dedicate your life to something like this is a criminal waste of talent and a great loss to science.' "

"Nathan." Henry's tone was carefully neutral.

"Fixing cars, Henry? Really?" He'd called in some favors for this, for Henry to be here. He hadn't done it to get Eureka its own mechanic.

Henry grinned. "I keep the other stuff in the back. If you're interested … "

Nathan breathed out. "After you."

From:

senmut

OH Fig!

Well done.

From:

eerian_sadow

yeah, i figure he's got an issue or two now.

thanks. ^_^

From:

rosehiptea

Thanks for reading!

I'm sure they will have to rely on all their powers to solve this case!

Maybe Gus won't be quite as jealous of Momma cat as of the little boy cat... XD

From:

eerian_sadow

i do too. she's my favorite secondary character in the 'verse. ^_^ thanks!

From:

piecesofalice

There's a noise, outside and to her left. A cat knocking something over, and it fades into the darkness, trailed by a dog's muffled bark.

Prompt: when the lights go down

-----

A clang, below her. 2:53am and her grandmother can't sleep, so she makes tea knowing her granddaughter will be down soon enough.

The phone, to her right. It's hard to grab with her hand still in it's cast, but she becoming deft.

A foggy vision of characters. You can't sleep either.

She doesn't text back because they'll both pretend it never happened, and she lets it fade back into the night from which it came.

From:

misura

Midnite wonders why he's not more surprised that it's just him and John, in the end. Perhaps it's simply that everything he never truly expected to happen has already come to pass.

"The end," John says, his tone that of a prophet, "is really fucking neigh. Got a light?"

Man's taken up smoking again, apparently. Well. Who wouldn't? Midnite's got only one cigar left himself – for a special occasion. This isn't it.

"Thanks." John starts coughing the moment he inhales. Unhealthy living, no doubt.

"No more heroics?"

John stares out at the flames. "Who wants to be a hero anymore?"