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vettysazzy
16 March 2010 @ 07:30 pm
 

Yanked from [livejournal.com profile] werepuppyblack 
Meme - post a line / snippet from all the WIPs you have cluttering up your hard drive.
  • It was love; a stalker would do things like follow her home or steal her underwear. He didn’t follow her home – well, not often, and that was only for her own safety. She needed him, he knew it. And he definitely hadn’t stolen her underwear. Although maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea. It would be.... quirky, he decided. And cute. Women loved that sort of thing. Probably. 
     
  • “Please…”
    “Well, all you have to do is say I’m truly evil.”
    Captain Hammer moaned in frustration. “You… are… evil,” he panted.
    “Am I a lame super villain?”
    “No… this is torture… please, just…”
    Billy smiled. “That’s all you had to do.”
    Captain Hammer groaned as Billy resumed touching him. “Although…” He nodded towards Penny. “She’s much worse.”
     
  • She stood up and edged along the wall. No-one – especially not her boyfriend – so much as glanced her way, all too engrossed in his self-congratulatory speech. She slipped quietly off the stage and turned back one last time. This is it, said a voice in the back of her mind, willing him to realise, to somehow hear her. This is me walking out on you. The worst part of it wasn’t that he didn’t care that she was gone. The worst part was that he didn’t even notice.
     
  •  Self-loathing rose like bile in the back of his throat as he acknowledged the pathetic fear that drove him to hide away in dingy bars dressed in dark, shapeless clothes; at first paralysed with cowardice, and then paralysed with alcohol.
     
  •  Billy had never liked to be touched. He’d shy away from physical contact, protecting himself with baggy hoodies and long sleeves that covered his hands. It was no coincidence that his Dr. Horrible outfit included thick gloves.
     
  •  The doc had spent the weeks since Penny’s death locked in his lab, furiously scribbling calculations and equations across his white board. Moist was pretty sure he hadn’t slept for more than two hours a night; instead he was fuelled by endless Red Bull and the occasional meal when Moist finally convinced him to eat.
     
  •  His skin is covered in bruises; patches of mottled purple and blue, skin tinged green and yellow, areas of faded brown. There are scars, too, pale lines trailing across his body, a map of pain.
     

  • “I have to say, though,” he continues, “You certainly are prettier than I’d imagined; the doctor has better taste than I had given him credit for.”
    Penny feels Dr. Horrible’s grip tighten on her waist.

  • “Listen, Snow,” Hammer growled. “You aren’t a hero. You aren’t in the Guild yet. And you don’t get to steal my villain.”
    Johnny glared angrily back, fury in his ice-blue eyes. He clenched his fist, frost forming over his hands. “Get off me,” he spat.
     
...I really need to finish some of those xD

 

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