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tampered2008-06-06 02:44 pm
notjigsaw.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2008-06-06 02:44 pm
LOG; EXCLUSIVE PARTY; ON-GOING
When; Saturday evening, June 07, 2008 There was no spoon 6 here.
Rating; R to NC-17 for violence, language and other batshittery related to this plot.
Characters; Jack Harkness (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
handsomejack), the Corinthian (bitingnightmare) and Amanda Young (notjigsaw)
Summary; Climatic ending a-go-go, is happening during the final traps.
Log;
She'd purposely sealed herself away from the network. There were people far better than she at technology, and from what she heard buzzing around amidst attempting to get her next round moving, they had already located her publicly viewable activity. They were better than the idiots back home. Not once did it occur to Amanda that worldly differences accompanied by her rash behavior in prior traps had pulled them in so quickly. That, and frequency. She'd lost the fact that quality far outdid quantity about a week prior. John had always taught that the safest route was the slowest route, but what the fuck did he know? she figured. He was dying, he didn't have enough time to take months like he used to.
It was fairly relieving, though. Watching the pain. Hearing the screams. Pain in others caused her to avoid inflicting that on herself in response to the growing lump in her chest from the conversation prior to her arrival that she dwelt upon day in and day out. Why did he always test her? Why?
More traps. More traps that week than ever back home, and she appreciated the liberty involved with John's absence. She sat in her control room, placed amidst a rundown building that appeared to once serve as a drug lab once upon a time, and that was at that time littered with sketches for traps, notes about various citizens, and even trap prototypes with their accompanying tools covered the room behind her.
Her cameras were focused on the double-trap initiated not too long ago--Toshito and Tony--and she stretched her arms up and back over her head, as though what was before her was nothing more than a sports game she was only partially fixated on. In mid-stretch, fingers wiggling ceiling-ward, she realized she was getting kind of hungry and patted herself on the stomach while biting on the thumb of her opposing hand. Maybe she could get her wig on and contacts in and go for something to snack on... That was a dangerous idea, but she ran out of food a day ago.
Rating; R to NC-17 for violence, language and other batshittery related to this plot.
Characters; Jack Harkness (
handsomejack), the Corinthian (bitingnightmare) and Amanda Young (notjigsaw)Summary; Climatic ending a-go-go, is happening during the final traps.
Log;
She'd purposely sealed herself away from the network. There were people far better than she at technology, and from what she heard buzzing around amidst attempting to get her next round moving, they had already located her publicly viewable activity. They were better than the idiots back home. Not once did it occur to Amanda that worldly differences accompanied by her rash behavior in prior traps had pulled them in so quickly. That, and frequency. She'd lost the fact that quality far outdid quantity about a week prior. John had always taught that the safest route was the slowest route, but what the fuck did he know? she figured. He was dying, he didn't have enough time to take months like he used to.
It was fairly relieving, though. Watching the pain. Hearing the screams. Pain in others caused her to avoid inflicting that on herself in response to the growing lump in her chest from the conversation prior to her arrival that she dwelt upon day in and day out. Why did he always test her? Why?
More traps. More traps that week than ever back home, and she appreciated the liberty involved with John's absence. She sat in her control room, placed amidst a rundown building that appeared to once serve as a drug lab once upon a time, and that was at that time littered with sketches for traps, notes about various citizens, and even trap prototypes with their accompanying tools covered the room behind her.
Her cameras were focused on the double-trap initiated not too long ago--Toshito and Tony--and she stretched her arms up and back over her head, as though what was before her was nothing more than a sports game she was only partially fixated on. In mid-stretch, fingers wiggling ceiling-ward, she realized she was getting kind of hungry and patted herself on the stomach while biting on the thumb of her opposing hand. Maybe she could get her wig on and contacts in and go for something to snack on... That was a dangerous idea, but she ran out of food a day ago.