Wednesday: Lies, Damned Lies and Statistics

[just-imriel.livejournal.com]

Happy Wednesday, All. just_imriel here.

Todays theme:  Lies, Damned lies and Statistics.

Little white ones and whoppers and everything in between.

Lies meant to hurt or meant to heal.  Lies even the liar begins to believe...

Let's have our favorite (or least favorite) characters prevaricate, dissemble, decieve, misdirect, evade, distort, defame, mislead, perjure, pervert, concoct, distract, dupe, eqivocate, exaggerate, fabricate, misinform, fib, fudge...

Ah, you get the picture. There's a reason there are so many synonyms...everyone does it.  Of course, whether they get away with it is up to you!

As always, our usual rules apply:

No spoilers in your prompts until at least a week after air date - and please remember the UK - US lag time for BBC.

Don’t forget to give us SPOILER ALERTS!!! and leave at least three spaces, where appropriate.

Please no more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 per fandom at a time. If someone responds to your prompt, you can prompt again.

Be kind to Codemonkeys, and write your prompts as fandom, pairing/pairing, prompt or fandom/fandom, pairing/pairing, prompt for crossovers. Like this:

Bones/NCIS, Boothe/DiNozzo, "We've never met."

Leverage, Nate/Eliot, "I'm not a thief."

RPS, JDM/Author's Choice, "I haven't missed you at all."

Last but not least, if none of this rings true, you can always look through our Lonely Prompts for inspiration. They won't steer you wrong. Honest.
 

Theme = LiarLiar
 

Comments

[trinityday.livejournal.com]

Pirates of the Caribbean, Jack/author's choice, using the truth to tell a lie

[perverseparagon.livejournal.com]

The rope bit deeply into the tender underside of Jack's wrist and his teeth snapped down on a groan. By morning they'd be rubbed raw if he so much as tried to move. Mind working furiously he looked up to catch Barbossa's eye,

"Don't you think this is a little excessive? We're on a ship full of you're crew in the middle of nowhere. Exactly where do you think I'm likely to go mate?"

"Jack," Barbossa drawled. "Don't play me for a fool, Jack. We both know you can cause more than enough mischief right here. You don't need to go anywhere at all to be a pain in my side." He emphasised his words with a sharp jab in Jack's ribs and this time he couldn't help the sound that escaped him.

"You know, that very nearly hurts, Hector." Jack chipped in when he caught his breath. The flash of anger that clouded Barbossa's eyes was the only warning he got. A vicious backhand across his face and Jack felt his lip split through the stinging shock. When he brought his head back up, he was smiling past the blood. "Now that on really does sting."

Barbossa growled, his foot coming up to connect with Jack's knee. As the chair toppled over, the air rushing past Jack's head, he cried out in pain and surprise. He'd goad Barboassa into dishing out more of it and if Jack too perverse pleasure in it he wasn't going to tell. It was all in the tone of his words, the smile on his lips and the rising heat in his bloodstream. Besides, he was reasonably sure the other man wanted it as much as he did and the dawn watch was a long way off yet.

[trinityday.livejournal.com]

This is so in character for both of them. Barbossa, especially, I could almost hear speaking his lines in my head.