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awakePost a paragraph from every WIP you can find. No explanations allowed, just the excerpt.
Finally he reached the ticket barrier. He dropped his ticket, a round plastic casino-style chip with his travel details encoded into a computer chip inside it, into the machine and passed through the gate and out of the station into the open air. Breathing deeply he wrinkled his nose, all cities smelled of something; Paris smelled of conspicuous wealth and hidden poverty. The scents of exhaust fumes form hovercars blending with the slight miasma of decay, ignored by most travellers in the same way that they turned a blind eye to the street children and beggars who swarmed the back streets of the Imperial Capital. He’d only been here ten minutes and already Mischa hated Paris.
“Hey,” Nick said softly. He walked slowly around the desk and crouched down, not getting too close to the other man in case he scared him again. “I thought you might like some clothing.” he held the things he'd found out to Stephen, letting him decide whether he was going to take them or not.
Just as he’d finished locking the building down, the door of the control room burst open, bouncing off the wall with a loud crash. Ryan spun around, reaching automatically for his gun, even though he wasn't wearing one. "Christ, Ditzy, are you so desperate for business you need to try and give me a bloody heart attack?"
The television was playing in the room right at the end of the corridor. The door was open but the shape of the room meant he couldn't see anything except for a floor to ceiling bookcase right in front of him. Glancing at it quickly he saw that as well as books it had stacks of journals on it – zoology and palaeontology journals. His hand was halfway towards the latest issue of the Journal of Evolutionary Biology before he stopped himself. There was a fascinating article on pareiasaurs from Permian Era South Africa in it that he'd been meaning to read, but finding out where he was and what was happening was infinitely more important. Still, he cast a longing look at the journals before turning his back on the bookcase and walking further into the room.
Stephen just smiled and kissed his cheek. “I'm used to you by now. I know when you're trying to be an arrogant idiot and when you're just being you.” He grinned and jogged down the rest of the stairs. “Well, are you coming? If we don't get there soon Jamie will eat it all and we'll have to go out for fish and chips.”
Nick stood up again. “What did you say Connor?” he asked. Connor was still facing away from him and he couldn't see his face. Rounding his desk, he grabbed Connor's arm and spun him around in frustration. “Look at me when you're talking to me.”
Connor blinked, shocked by the way Nick had grabbed him and then he finally put the odd behaviour together with the signing he'd done earlier. “You're deaf!”
Stephen chuckles. Nick's enthusiasm is very gratifying. It's not just that Nick obviously wants him as much as he wants Nick, but he's so eager. His cock gets even harder at the thought. Kicking his shoes off he wriggles out of his trousers and underwear and slides under the duvet, shivering in the cool air. “Come on. I'm freezing.”
Blade had to admit his first reaction to learning that Lyle had been turned was a kind of selfish delight. Lyle wouldn't be able to stay in his current unit and the best place to transfer him to would be theirs. He already knew most of the members and would be comfortable around them and for a new vampire that was important. It would be nice not to be the only vampire in the unit any more and Lyle was a good bloke. Blade would happily have him at his back when they were in combat.
Ryan glared at him. “It's not like this is my idea of fun either.” Although the way Nick's t-shirt had become see through and was clinging to his body wasn't exactly a bad thing. Still, he'd rather not be seeing it while tramping through a carboniferous era forest, which was no doubt full of huge millipedes, spiders, and other giant insects, even if they hadn't seen any yet. And the weather, which had changed after they got through leaving them no chance to go back for waterproof clothing, was atrocious. It was like trying to walk through a dark forest while someone turned a hot shower on you.
“Oh great, now it's not just genetic throwbacks and fly-boys with stupid hair that can use the ancient technology, even though they can't hope to grasp its complexities, but overgrown lizards. I'm beginning to think the ancients weren't as advanced as we thought. They're like galactic frat boys with a really strange sense of humour.”
When you think about it my life is pretty much a living example of chaos theory in practice. I mean who could possibly have guessed that one tiny, insignificant decision (not telling Don that the conference I was going to be presenting a paper at was for law enforcement personnel not math professors) could end up with me tangled around four gorgeous naked guys in one very big bed? I know, I know, sounds incredible doesn't it? But you see if I'd told Don, he'd have managed to tag along somehow and I wouldn't have spent the evening indulging in some mild flirtation with a couple of CSIs and without the flirtation (and the alcohol) I'd never have shown them a picture of my boyfriend. If they hadn't seen a photo of Don, then when we all ended up working the same crime scene, they wouldn't have realised that the lover I had spoken of was my older brother Don and, well, then none of this would have happened.
Chris pushed the batwing doors of the saloon wide and stood there for a moment, framed in the doorway, holding them open as his eyes became accustomed to the darkness of the saloon. There, in the far corner, were Eros and Anteros, heads bent over the table as they talked to someone he couldn't see. Then they sat up and leaned back, giving him a clear line of sight to ...Vin. He silently groaned and tried to look like he wasn't panicking as all three turned to look at him and grinned madly before bursting into gales of laughter.
It was the sound that woke Gil. He was a light sleeper anyway and had been expecting to be woken by either Jim having a nightmare or the phone ringing, but it wasn't either of those that had him sitting up. At first he couldn't place it, a roaring rushing sound, which seemed to be getting closer. Something was nagging at the back of his mind, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Getting up he padded over to the window and pulled the curtain back to look out onto a scene which he would later describe as hell on earth. He grabbed Jim's wrist and dragged him towards the edge of the bed, not giving the stunned man time to wake up.
Christopher couldn't help smiling at the young artist. He was barely legal, younger than all four of his own children, but things like that seemed unimportant in light of what had happened over the last couple of weeks. If he'd met AJ in the months between his wife's death and the alien attack, he would have smiled, enjoyed the momentary feeling of attraction, and then walked away, dismissing AJ as too young, the complications as too difficult, and the possibilities not important enough to even flirt with him, but now those thing didn't seem to matter. He was attracted to him and, after talking with him as they walked to the shipyard, they seemed to have a lot in common.
"You will see," the lord insisted. "Now strike." He closed his eyes again and Joe pressed the blade against his chest, driving it downwards suddenly to pierce the man's heart. At first nothing happened, and Joe was about to stand and walk away when a red light surrounded the lord's body. He backed away a little, scared but fascinated at the same time. The glow intensified and then the body burst into flames. He gasped and watched in fear as the body burned away to ash. The ashes glowed with such intensity that he had to look away. When he looked back, the body was gone and in its place was a large, orange coloured egg.
“Nancy Drew is for girls,” he pointed out. “And besides she never broke into a cemetery in the middle of the night.” Both girls looked at him and he added, “Not that I'd know, never having read the books.” He pointedly turned away when they both just smirked at him. “Besides this is more Scooby Doo territory here. Jane's going to be lurking behind a bush ready to jump out and start cursing 'those pesky kids' any minute.”
“Thank you,” Lucas said with a truly open smile that made something inside of Joseph melt. “I have so many plans. This will make you a household name and be the making of me if everything goes well. We could be a superb team, Mr. Reaves. I am certain of it. Trust me, I'm going to make you famous.”
She spun the bottle and laughed when it landed on Deb. "I bet the boys are glad they didn't adopt that opposite sex only rule now!" Deb chuckled and they both knelt up, kissing one another softly. All the guys leant forward and watched, moving back guiltily when the girls broke apart.
The crowd suddenly gasped and Joe moved to a spot where he could see the stage. Two huge guards were flanking a young, skinny slave, the kid looked like he couldn’t fight off a five year old let alone those two gorillas so Joe was immediately curious as to what made this slave deserve such precautions. The slave lifted a tear-stained face to stare out into the audience, before being cuffed around the head and forced to look back at the ground. Joe’s breath caught in his throat. The slave had beautiful brown eyes, which seemed to be begging for help. He felt himself harden until his cock was pressed painfully against the laces on his pants. He stepped forward and called out a bid.
"Hi. Can I help you?" Joe froze and then turned around slowly, horrified to see his trick from the other night standing there. He saw the moment the other man recognised him and knew he'd just lost the job before he even had an interview.
He could almost smell the cigarette smoke and hear the laughter of the patrons. His fingers itched to feel the piano keys under them again as he entertained them. As well as his salary he used to make a lot in tips for his playing. With his day job as well it had meant that he could live a comfortable life with an apartment in a smart block only a few streets away. Now he rented a place in a converted house, with just one tiny bedroom, a kitchen, a bathroom and a living/dining room. The wallpaper was peeling, it smelled of damp, and if more than two people tried to take a shower or wash their clothes at one time the hot water ran out. His old home had been destroyed by a bomb and there was nothing but craters and rubble for a couple of blocks in any direction from it. He remembered when he wouldn't have thought twice about buying a suit with the amount he now spent on his rent.
But the upshot of it was that Brian was dead and decaying in his grave or he would have been if they hadn't cremated him and scattered his ashes in the end zone of the Giants Stadium. Not that the management of the Giants knew that ... they'd had to break into the ground at night to scatter the ashes and then run like hell before the cops got there, but it was what Brian had wanted. Come to think of it the chaos of the resultant escape from the law had probably also been what he wanted.
Joe got out of the car and stretched. He was never going to get used to someone else driving his car, but while he'd made rapid progress over the last nine months or so he didn't think the highway patrol would approve of a blind man driving. Walking around the car he popped the trunk open and started unloading their bags.
Lucas opened the box carefully. “I like anything you give me, Joe, because of the thought you always put into it. Oh look, Jia, he got me packing peanuts for our anniversary.” He started rummaging through the box, trying to find out what they were protecting. “I think he's over done it a little bit on the packaging,” he commented. “Must have been imagining how much you'd shout if it got damaged.”
Warren just looked at him. Even his mother wasn't willing to help him, but Joe was? It didn't make any sense. He looked down at the badge hanging around his neck and smiled. He was definitely going to have to go back and thank him and maybe see if he really meant it about the job too.
Hmmm does anyone think I need to finish some of these soon lol.
(Anonymous)
A) not much of a surprise and
B) I'm quite sure Gil's WIP list is longer than yours :D