Friday - Free For All

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For those of you that were up early enough yesterday, I am so sorry!  My very early morning job means that I sometimes forget what day it is and I didn't want any of you to miss out on a day of prompting!  Thank you to the very nice people that let me know very quickly.

Okay, so now to business. 

It's definitely Friday (I checked three times) so today there are no limitations to your prompts!  Prompt your li'l hearts away but please remember to follow our ground rules:

• Only three prompts from a fandom
• Only five prompts in a row
• If one prompt gets filled you can leave a new one
• No spoilers in your prompts until a week after airdate/publication
• If your fill contains a spoiler please warn accordingly and leave space for the spoiler. 

For the sakes of our codemonkeys please post in the following format:

Thor (movie), Darcy and Loki, most unlikely best friends

Once Upon a Time/The Avengers (movieverse), Emma/Clint, first time meeting over a bail jumper


Wanting to fill a prompt but nothing here strikes your fancy?  Check out our Lonely Prompt archive, located to your left.


Have an awesome day, guys!

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Re: Fill: Vigilante, 2/2

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“I should arrest you.” Emma states, clenching the cold metal of the cuffs in her left fist. Her right hovers over the gun, debating how much damage it would do to what is obviously a Kevlar vest. She bets he has extensive training in hand to hand combat and the little she knows won't stand a chance.

“You can try,” the man corrects, giving her yet another shit-eating grin. Then his eyes move to something behind her. Emma turns around but all she gets is a flash of red hair and black leather as someone else drops down from atop the storage crates. There's a blinding flash of pain and then warm fingers remove the cuffs from Emma's loosening grasp as she slides to the floor with a gasp. A click and the familiar sound of handcuffs closing reach Emma's ears and she realizes dimly she is trapped to the door handle with her own handcuffs.

The man crouches down in front of her as his partner moves behind him, starting to drag a body out the door. Emma gets a view of some killer boots and lean legs before the man tilts her face towards him. “Hey, stay with me for a minute. Your bailee is just waiting for to be picked up, three crates forward and five to the right. He won't be going anywhere tonight. Hope you can pick a lock.” Emma glares as best she can with a pounding headache and then the man smiles as his fingers reach to the side of her head. He presses against the pressure point in her neck and Emma falls into blackness.
__ _ __ _ __

Emma awakes with a grown, head sore and legs numb. She looks down and it comes rushing back, the tip she'd followed to locate Rollett at a warehouse, the sociopathic Robin Hood who'd killed a guard right in front of her, her failed attempt to arrest him and the outrage of being knocked out.

She reaches for the lining of her leather jacket and tears at it with her teeth. This isn't the first time her own handcuffs have been used against her and it probably won't be the last. The extra key falls to the gritty floor and Emma's hand closes around it. She pockets her cuffs again as she stands, running through the potential scenarios that would lead to a pair of highly trained assassins to also be at the warehouse where Rollett was. The file she had didn't say he had any accomplices but of course, he could have made new friends in Ryker's Island.

Emma counted off the crates as she passed. Three forward and five to the right led her to the unconscious body of Harper Rollett, wrists and ankles bound with zipties. Emma sighed, frisked him for any weapons and then went to get her car. If she had to drag Rollett any distance, she wants it to be the shortest possible. This bond has already taken more time than she expected, no thanks to the impromptu deadly duo knocking her out.

She steps outside the warehouse door, shivering in the wind and starts to walk back to the gate. Emma stops short as she sees her yellow Rabbit parked neatly between the lines in the torn up parking lot. She approaches it cautiously, circling around it before digging her keys from her jacket and opening the door. Nothing looks disturbed and there's nothing unusual - except the arrow lying on the passenger seat.

Re: Fill: Vigilante, 2/2

[monica-catch22.livejournal.com]

Awe-some. &hearts

:D :D :D :D