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Feb. 14th, 2008 05:50 pmHe was bubbling on the inside as he drove, though none of it stood any chance of making it to the surface. He was scarcely even fighting back a smile; he could play the serious card as well as anybody. He figured she would eventually notice that the path he was driving led to the water; specifically, her floating home.
In plain sight was her motorcycle. It had been mutilated, twisted and manhandled into...
...the shape of a heart.
In plain sight was her motorcycle. It had been mutilated, twisted and manhandled into...
...the shape of a heart.
Now that's what I call...Roleplay.
Jan. 31st, 2008 05:00 am Please...if you have a moment to spare.
Review this thread. We see the entire spectrum of emotion.
http://community.livejournal.com/sixwordstories/1761081.html
Review this thread. We see the entire spectrum of emotion.
http://community.livejournal.com/sixwordstories/1761081.html
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Jan. 30th, 2008 04:20 pm1. Leave me a comment saying anything random, like your favorite lyric to your current favorite song. Or your favorite kind of sandwich. Something random. Whatever you like.
2. I respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better.
3. You update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. Include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be asked, you ask them five questions.
2. I respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better.
3. You update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. Include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be asked, you ask them five questions.
RoboCop and Snake Plissken take on the government in Lynchburg. Presumably Snake's universe. Actiony; Not a ton of character development. Very long.
http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/360243.html
RoboCop falls through a crack in space and time, and is trying to sort things out. Vampires?! Spans several threads. Each links to the next.
http://community.livejournal.com/not_my_new_york/364.html
http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/360243.html
RoboCop falls through a crack in space and time, and is trying to sort things out. Vampires?! Spans several threads. Each links to the next.
http://community.livejournal.com/not_my_new_york/364.html
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Jan. 28th, 2008 09:40 amReply to this post with anything you'd like and I'll tell you why I friended you and two things I love about how you play your muse. The only catch? You have to repost this as well.
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Oct. 27th, 2007 05:26 pm"Yeah, but...you know that pet monster of hers would do anything to protect her," Kowalski said, with a tone of serious concern.
"Forget about him! We're cops, remember? He can't touch an OCP employee or whatever his damn program says. You remember that time, with those mercenary guys, uh..." replied Harker hastily, before being cut off.
"You mean the rehabs?" ventured Kowalski.
"Yeah, those assholes! They cut down a whole mob of women and children, and he just stood there like a statue! He's not allowed to do shit against us," Harker finished.
"Man...I still dunno..." started Kowalski.
"Grow some fucking balls, Kowalski. Now I see why they took your ass out of SWAT training," Harker quipped quickly.
"Aw, fuck you, Harker!
"Forget about him! We're cops, remember? He can't touch an OCP employee or whatever his damn program says. You remember that time, with those mercenary guys, uh..." replied Harker hastily, before being cut off.
"You mean the rehabs?" ventured Kowalski.
"Yeah, those assholes! They cut down a whole mob of women and children, and he just stood there like a statue! He's not allowed to do shit against us," Harker finished.
"Man...I still dunno..." started Kowalski.
"Grow some fucking balls, Kowalski. Now I see why they took your ass out of SWAT training," Harker quipped quickly.
"Aw, fuck you, Harker!
The engine droned wearily on. Even the mechanical beast that was his police cruiser had less stamina than he; it was in need of refill. He had been patrolling non-stop for 7 hours and if you knew him, you'd know he was just warming up. His eyes scanned the road ahead with an unshakable vigilance, though he knew the vehicle was on 'E'. Finding that the dark, moonless night concealed nothing worthy of his attention, the cyborg pulled unceremoniously into the nearest gas station programmed into his internal map.
The engine turned off with something that might sound like relief, if one was listening for it. RoboCop surely wasn't. Or was he? Who knew what was going on inside that metallic monster-with-a-man's-mouth?
The bright lights of the gas station shone down with an intensity that vaporized the night, if only for 1500 square feet. He sat in the vehicle for a few seconds, moving only his head. It craned back and forth dutifully, ever vigilant, ever searching for signs of illegal activity. With so many laws on the books and a microchip to process them, nearly any action he saw could be construed as illegal with some twisting of the meanings of various overlapping statutes.
A mechanical hand, without further adieu, practically teleported to the door handle and closed around it with a forceful precision. Pulling the door open, he rose heavily out of the car, belying some considerable agility available for when the situation warranted it. He closed the door as the store attendant sleepily glanced in his direction. Not once, but twice. RoboCop would have been warmed to know that he still garnered double-takes, even after all this time...
The engine turned off with something that might sound like relief, if one was listening for it. RoboCop surely wasn't. Or was he? Who knew what was going on inside that metallic monster-with-a-man's-mouth?
The bright lights of the gas station shone down with an intensity that vaporized the night, if only for 1500 square feet. He sat in the vehicle for a few seconds, moving only his head. It craned back and forth dutifully, ever vigilant, ever searching for signs of illegal activity. With so many laws on the books and a microchip to process them, nearly any action he saw could be construed as illegal with some twisting of the meanings of various overlapping statutes.
A mechanical hand, without further adieu, practically teleported to the door handle and closed around it with a forceful precision. Pulling the door open, he rose heavily out of the car, belying some considerable agility available for when the situation warranted it. He closed the door as the store attendant sleepily glanced in his direction. Not once, but twice. RoboCop would have been warmed to know that he still garnered double-takes, even after all this time...
