TUESDAY: CARNIVAL
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caitn again and today's theme is carnival. Maybe Parker wants to go to the carnival and ends up getting stuck in the Tunnel of Love. Or Castle is in Rio at carnival time for a book signing (coincidence? probably not!). Hop on the ferris wheel and let your imagination go wild!
Remember the rules:
* Five prompts in a row, no more than three from one fandom and if you get a prompt filled you can leave a new one.
* No spoilers until a week after air-/publication date, if you're wondering if something's a spoiler it probably is.
* Follow the examples for correct formating:
Leverage, Parker/Hardison, the carnival's in town and Parker decides to drag Hardison along
Castle, Rick Castle/Kate Beckett, What happens in Rio, stays in Rio (especially during carnival)!
The Unusuals, 2nd Squad, "It's crazier than a carnival funhouse out there!"
Have fun!
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caitn again and today's theme is carnival. Maybe Parker wants to go to the carnival and ends up getting stuck in the Tunnel of Love. Or Castle is in Rio at carnival time for a book signing (coincidence? probably not!). Hop on the ferris wheel and let your imagination go wild!Remember the rules:
* Five prompts in a row, no more than three from one fandom and if you get a prompt filled you can leave a new one.
* No spoilers until a week after air-/publication date, if you're wondering if something's a spoiler it probably is.
* Follow the examples for correct formating:
Leverage, Parker/Hardison, the carnival's in town and Parker decides to drag Hardison along
Castle, Rick Castle/Kate Beckett, What happens in Rio, stays in Rio (especially during carnival)!
The Unusuals, 2nd Squad, "It's crazier than a carnival funhouse out there!"
Have fun!
tag=carnival
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Date: 2011-11-15 11:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-15 11:33 am (UTC)No Safe Haven Anymore
Date: 2011-11-15 07:41 pm (UTC)That changed with Wolfram and Hart brought Darla back from the dead.
Cordelia didn’t even want to begin to think how that’d happened, it was enough that it did, and it translated into a lot of bad feelings between Angel and the rest of them, especially once they found out that he’d been seeing Darla, and she was just as bad news and fangy as she’d been the first time around. It was almost bad enough Cordy thought about calling Buffy and letting her know that “your ex-boyfriend’s ex is in town and needs to be exed again”, but surely they could figure out how to handle this on their own, right?
At least, that’s what she thought, right up until Angel fired them.
Now they were out on the streets, without a place to call ‘home’, or , well a place to call ‘work’, which was more important.
“Damn you, Angel,” Cordy muttered under her breath, picking up a copy of the paper so she could check the classifieds. Seriously, her life wasn’t supposed to be this crazy after leaving the Hellmouth.
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Date: 2011-11-15 11:46 am (UTC)Calliope Music
Date: 2011-11-15 08:24 pm (UTC)Except, on your part, it’s almost true.
Almost, because you didn’t join a circus, you joined a traveling carnival instead. Now instead of your dad beating on you, and your mom’s sad, wet eyes, and your little brother pressed close to you as a second skin in your bed at night when your dad’s on a bender, you hear the hucksters trying to get marks to play a game, lose some money, and the roustabouts running the mechanical rigs, and the calliope music coming from the carousel and the hard rock music coming from the Tilt-A-Whirl ride. And sometimes, there are girls screaming at the haunted house, and coming out clutching their boyfriends so close, and you think, ‘I never got a chance to do that,’ and the girls associated with a carnival aren’t your type, anyway. You wonder how Nate’s doing, he’s about the age of some of those kids you see, but you don’t call, you just put some money in an envelope, and mail it to the neighbor’s address, ‘cause Mrs. Carson will make sure your mom gets the money and not your dad.
And you think, ‘I escaped’, but even those words translate to a kind of a failure, because you left your family behind.
The carnival is swinging down south to Miami again soon, the county fair needs rides and games, and you know when you’re there, this time you’ll contact your family. You don’t want to let them down again.
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Date: 2011-11-15 12:44 pm (UTC)For the Price of a Cup of Coffee
Date: 2011-11-16 01:08 am (UTC)Jonesy caught the keys Samson tossed him, and spat out the dry Texas dust that swirled around him as he shambled towards the truck.
He caught the guy's show.
Death by Poison. Fakery, of course.
Shot to death. Blanks, surely.
Stabbed to death. Patsy, must be. Or a fake knife. Or both maybe, Jonesy couldn’t tell...
He caught up with the guy as he came out of the back of the sideshow tent.
"Death Defying Daredevil, eh?" he asked with a smile.
"Mr. Immortality, that's me," the guy said, flashing him a big smile, and stripping off his stained singlet.
Jonesy felt somehow the emptiness of the man's smile.
"Tell you one thing though," the guy continued as he walked shirtless towards the wash basins set up near the cook tent, "this job's hard on the laundry."
Surely you got more secrets than that," Jonesy told him, "One travelin’ man to another."
The stranger dunked his head in the nearest basin scrubbing at his hair, and Jonesy watched red staining the water in the white enamelware.
A slim and graceful boy appeared out of the darkness, eyes smudged dark, lips stained too bright red, and handed the man a fresh towel, and a crisp white shirt.
"Thanks Cookie," the mystery man said, and swatted the boy with the towel. The boy giggled, and wandered off into the darkness. Jonesy tried to watch him as he went, but soon lost him in the dark and the crowds.
"I've got a lot of secrets, friend," the stranger said, toweling his hair dry vigorously and slipping into the shirt, although he left it unbuttoned. Jonsey watched as several rivulets of water snaked down the man's chest, the reflection of the red, blue and yellow lights playing across the paleness of the man's body and shirt.
"I have ..."
"I work alone." the man said firmly, interrupting Jonesy.
"And you're not ready for my secrets. But get yourself a cup of coffee before you go."
"Nah," Jonesy said to Samson when he brought back the keys. Just a huckster with a plant and some pigs blood."
He didn't like lying to Samson. But he wanted nothing to do with that man and his secrets.
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Date: 2011-11-15 01:54 pm (UTC)All Those Pretty Lights
Date: 2011-11-15 11:53 pm (UTC)Title: All Those Pretty Lights
Author: fool
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sam/Dean (First-time)
Spoilers: None
The Ferris wheel was haunted. It was a high school girl who was stood up, didn’t get the boy, didn’t get anything she believed she needed. She committed suicide one night when she was tired of everything she thought she couldn’t handle, only to come back to that very same Ferris wheel when the carnival was in town the year after.
The salt and burn didn’t work, Sam figured that one out. She didn’t really want to toss kids out their seats. She only wanted one kiss in that stupid car as it swung from the top of the wheel, cool breeze on her face and the lights below mirroring the stars in the sky, and sounds of happiness blurring in the distance.
They took the car before any more kids got hurt. They sat there, going in circles, the noise getting louder and fading away, the lights too bright and colourful and then hazy, and nothing happening all the way around. Dean got edgy and Sam enjoyed the view. They waited.
When it eventually happened they were at the top and the air got cold. Dean looked at his brother for answers, relieved, excited to kill something again, but not knowing how. And Sam, with all his answers, turned, breath condensing in the space between them, and kissed him until the night turned warm again.
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Date: 2011-11-15 02:05 pm (UTC)Crave
Date: 2011-11-16 09:35 am (UTC)Spencer Reid accepts Aaron's apologetic look with a smile and watches as Jack drags his father into line to wait their turn. Aaron half turns when they get there, gives Spencer a rare boyish grin and holds out a hand.
"There's room enough for three, Spence."
If Aaron says anything more it's drowned out by Jack's sudden squeal. The ride is starting and Spencer looks past the fidgeting people still waiting in line in time to see the smiling, eager faces of the people who've just got on.
He scratches at the bend of his elbow; their excitement gets under his skin.
The wheel whirls upwards to a soundtrack of screams and laughter. Without a doubt, he knows which sounds come from where. Laughter from the people who've just embarked; the first high of the night sending them soaring, blissful, into the unknown. Screams from the ones plummeting down, ready for the ride to end, unsure if this time they'll be lucky enough to walk away.
And you have to be fast, you know, or they'll assume you want to ride again.
"You two go ahead." Spencer drops his hand from his arm and brightens his smile. "I'll wait for the ghost train."
The fear's more honest there.
(thank you for reading)
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