[challenge] humanAU!Wreckers Age Meme
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ajremixSo, doing something slightly different for this challenge. Using my human version of the Wreckers, you the challenger get to pick a character and an age you'd like to see a short drabble of. As always, one prompt per person at a time. This will likely go on for a couple days or so, so once your prompt is fulfilled you can prompt for another one. Just don't mind the slow response times, please.
CHALLENGE CLOSED since I'll be away from my computer pretty much all day tomorrow and then I've got work on the weekend. I'll be finishing up the last couple prompts as soon as I can.
CHALLENGE CLOSED since I'll be away from my computer pretty much all day tomorrow and then I've got work on the weekend. I'll be finishing up the last couple prompts as soon as I can.
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Date: 2009-09-05 04:54 pm (UTC)Springer at . . . let's go with twelve.
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Date: 2009-09-05 05:19 pm (UTC)---
It was disgustingly hot and humid and dad said the Hadley Summers were starting (whatever the hell that meant). All Eric knew was that he hated it and he hated having his sister clinging to his back as he biked them to school, getting all hot and sweaty and disgusting before the day even started. Stupid wandering weather pattern. Stupid slow Titan rotation. Stupid not-having-an-air-conditioned-minibus-like-Dani's-neighborhood-does.
Pausing at a stoplight, Eric shrugged Sara off his shoulders and draped himself over the handlebars, trying to unstick the shirt from his back. The bike's engine didn't generate much heat, but in this weather everything was too hot.
And everyone said that this was just a transitional year. It was going to only get worse.
Sitting upright suddenly, Eric twisted the handlebars, hovering the bike back into the air and swung it in a direction completely opposite of the school.
"Screw this," he told his sister, "we're going to the Kraken, it's too hot."
"Mom and Dad are gonna be mad."
"You want a gross day at school or a cool swim in the lake?"
Sara hugged his shoulders again and Eric didn't much mind. "Let's go to the lake."
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Date: 2009-09-05 05:20 pm (UTC)Topspin - 14
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Date: 2009-09-05 05:14 pm (UTC)Broadside, nine.
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Date: 2009-09-05 06:12 pm (UTC)But the person he hefted the speared saber fish to wasn't his mother but her assistant.
"Well, look at that!" The young woman said with unabashed interest. "That's a big one you've got there. How far down did you dive to find it?"
"I went down to the third shelf," he replied, noticeably lackluster now. "Is Eji gone?" There was no need to be formal here, without either parent around and a woman who didn't care about Temujin's status as "the boss' child".
"There was a problem at the Mawumba docks. She was needed to sort it out."
"Oh." Despite his great size for his tender age, when Temujin ducked his head and bit his lip, he seemed so much younger than he was. It broke her heart because she knew his mother promised to spend her birthday with him. A prospect that excited him so much he had spent the last week almost twice as long freediving as he normally did.
And now the eve of that day was on them and it looked like she wasn't going to be there for it. Not for a hand-strung, hand-picked pearl necklace, not for her favorite saber fish steak, not for her only son.
"How's this," she said, kneeling to look into Temujin's down turned head, "I'll call her tonight to see if she can make it back. And if not, why don't we take a shuttle over and surprise her?"
It was a small smile on a face so used to disappointment, who understood why he was always alone and was afraid of expecting anything. But it brightened up his eyes with hope and made her grateful to be there to ease his lonely life.
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Date: 2009-09-05 06:43 pm (UTC)Imma sit here in a corner and wibble now, wench.
~*~
Aaaand... Ti. 9 years old.
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Date: 2009-09-05 07:08 pm (UTC)Sandstorm - 15
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Date: 2009-09-06 06:11 am (UTC)---
Yím played on with his customary smile, watching with part curiosity, part concern as Kom handled the cards as he never had before. The other boy's expression was drawn tight in the same subtle way his hands shook and eyes winced with each mistake. His fingers fumbled at the deck, cards were miscounted, patterns overlooked.
Were Yím anyone else he would have taken full advantage of Kom's distraction. Were Kom anyone else, Yím would have done so. Instead he gave Kom just enough wins to make the spectators think their games were just as close as always. Just enough to keep from upsetting Kom's master.
Afterwards, when the guests had grown bored of watching the two play, Yím watched the way Kom stood stiffly, his hands kept carefully away from his body. Yím already knew, but he asked anyway.
"He took you, didn't he?" Though the guests preferred to speak in more influential languages, there were still many that knew Asenian and in the 3rd colony, Thai was a far less understood language.
"Yes."
Personally, Yím was shocked that Kom had managed to get by for so long as a virgin. He held that thought back and, instead, asked, "Did he hurt you?"
"No."
Yím watched him silently. Kom looked at nothing.
Almost like a whisper Kom breathed, "I need to get out of here." Silence stretched between them. "Come with me."
Looking out into the crowd of greedy and opulent, Yím said, "Okay."
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Date: 2009-09-06 02:26 pm (UTC)There's not much else I can think to say to this beyond a few pained noises, so I'm gonna go curl up in a nice dark corner corner now and sob ;_; (It was Sandstorm; I knew what I was likely to get. I just keep telling myself that.)
...And if you're not sick of this by the time you get back around here and don't mind: Twin Twist - 26?
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Date: 2009-09-06 02:05 am (UTC)Scoop - 7
Date: 2009-09-06 06:51 am (UTC)---
They'd been doing this for so long it almost became second nature. Shelby would have found it shocking that his heart stopped racing when the nights got this bad if he hadn't found it relieving. His hands no longer shook as he locked the door and he didn't have to hush the twins as he padded the inside of the little tub with bath towels. He helped them in, one by one, then handed them Elena so he could climb in with them. One day they were going to be too big to all sit in there together. Shelby didn't know what they'd do when that happened.
Instead, he activated a bookfile and set it on his lap. He still couldn't read all that well on his own, but he told the stories the pictures made and the twins just liked hearing him over the screaming of their parents outside the bathroom. Elena fussed, but Olivier let her quietly suck on a finger.
"An' the king of the lake came out an' showed the man two axes. One was gold an' the other was silver an' both was very shiny an' rich looking. An' the king said, 'You want these axes?' an' the man said no. 'Cuz he wanted the one he lost."
He had Sebastien under one arm and Olivier and Elena under the other, the glowing pictures in his lap. There, with his little brothers and sister, with an imaginary world and that dank little room, they could believe everything was okay.
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Date: 2009-09-08 01:10 am (UTC)Scoop again age 17 (also I am so tempted to ask for someone in their 80s)
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Date: 2009-09-06 03:15 am (UTC)I'll request Roadbuster, 13.
Roadbuster - 13
Date: 2009-09-06 06:37 pm (UTC)---
The first thing he heard when he entered his apartment was his mother's admonishing, "Aadil, you were out there again, weren't you?"
It was a silly thing to ask, really, because the evidence was with the kaffiyeh around his face and rifle slung over his shoulder. She took them from him and set them aside as if they were as harmless as the bag of fruit Aadil had put in the cob of his djellaba.
"You know your father doesn't like when you go around with those radicals. There's no point in their animosity," she clucked, taking the fruit to put in the cold drawer. She returned with an intricate blue and white taqiyah that she gave to her son. Aadil put it on without fuss.
In reality, he preferred the kaffiyeh. There was something comforting in the patterned scarf giving him anonymity. That being said, he did feel the entire purpose of these 'radicals' (honestly one of the tamer things they've been called) was rather... well, stupid.
"I know you don't believe in their cause," his mother went on saying as she made a small snack for the boy, "and our family is more than able to live comfortably." She paused to give her son a knowing look and a small smile, "And I know you are not as devoted a Muslim as your father, let alone like your radical friends. So why do you keep going to that dangerous place?"
Aadil sat himself in a chair, kicking his legs out like the child he still was. As his mother placed a leafy omelet bocadillo and sweet yogurt drink in front of him, Aadil thought about that forgotten brick house half buried in the sand. He thought about the sun that was too bright and desert wind that stung. He thought of the familiar weight of the rifle and the feel of taking it apart, the smell of cleaning it, of firing it, the way the clips were too big for his still-growing hands. When everyone gathered together in a group, focused on a talk, a mission, on training. They pressed in shoulder to shoulder, body heat making the day all the hotter.
He looked up at his mother with his mismatched eyes and told her, "It's comfortable."
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Date: 2009-09-07 12:04 pm (UTC)Another age? Didn't want to pick one that was too close to the other age and 15 was nicely in the middle.
How about Sandstorm, 21?
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Date: 2009-09-07 01:35 am (UTC)Sandstorm - 25
Date: 2009-09-07 02:48 am (UTC)---
Of all the things he was expecting when he was told to meet up with the others in the chow hall, everyone shouting out, "SURPRISE!" at him was at the very bottom of that list.
"What the- what's going on?" Sandstorm spluttered as he was suddenly bombarded with balloons and confetti and a shiny party hat.
"It's a birthday party," Topspin said, acosting the sniper with said party hat, "so happy birthday!"
Shoving the corpsman off him (though wisely keeping the hat on, judging by the stink eyes he got whenever his hand wandered too close to it) Sandstorm retorted with, "I've been here for almost two years and you're only now getting to my birthday?" Though, in all honesty, the fact people even bothered to notice his birthday (a date he put down in his file for the mere fact that he needed one rather than for any actual accuracy) threw him off balance.
"Yeah, well last year you were still mostly in training and, thus, not a real Wrecker," Ti told him, bodily guiding Sandstorm to 'the seat of honor'. "Plus you were kind of an ass."
"And now that you're a fullfledge Wrecker and not as big an ass, you get to have an utterly humiliating birthday party!" Springer pointed a remote to one of the cameras set up around the room and everyone crowded around Sandstorm for a quick, cheesey photo. "So," he said as the other Wreckers grinned impatiently, "how about you get that cake passed around?"
Sandstorm looked up at his CO blankly. Then to the rest of his team just as blankly. He shook his head, trying not to laugh. "I don't think I'll ever understand you guys."
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Date: 2009-09-07 07:11 am (UTC)So, Sandstorm, at 20 years of age
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Date: 2009-09-08 04:22 am (UTC)---
The both of them had stayed out without warning before so the first night Tian didn't return, Virote hadn't thought anything of it. When the third night turned into the fourth morning, Virote became disquieted. When that became the a week, Virote had already been quietly fishing for the other man's whereabouts.
It wasn't strange for people to suddenly go missing in the misnamed Suwannaphum. That didn't mean Virote liked business associates to do so without his knowing anything, especially when they were essentially his partner in the game.
Of course, he wasn't the only one looking for Tian. Others needed his information lines, his market intelligence. Some had arguments and debts they wanted to deal with. Others still had far less... 'health conscious' motivations. But all of them, like Virote, did not know where he went.
For a time, Virote was in a near-panic. He'd wake up in the morning after a restless sleep, find Tian still hadn't returned and his day would be jumbled in his mind. He couldn't think what to do, he couldn't focus on what was before him- he couldn't stop wanting to know what had happened to Tian, if he was okay or even alive-
One day he woke up and realized how stupid and weak he was being. It had been three weeks. Tian was dead and if he wasn't, then obviously he'd abandoned Virote. Whatever kind of relationship they'd built up over the years, whatever ease Virote had felt knowing there was someone with vested interest in keeping him alive and safe had not, in the end, meant anything to Tian. And if that were the case, it meant just as little to Virote.
He woke up that day, angry at the missing man, angry at his own weakness and at the world for being witness to it. Virote ended the week with a new reputation on the street. That of a cold and ruthless operator.
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Date: 2009-09-07 04:57 pm (UTC)Sandstorm - 45
Date: 2009-09-08 05:04 am (UTC)---
He really couldn't run anymore (that is, not to the extent they were supposed to) and extended periods in the kneeling or sitting position was basically out of the question. So when the platoon was told they had three days to stalk and shoot him, they all kind of boggled. Sure he wasn't that old, but with all the wounds he'd sustained during his time with the Wreckers, there was no way he'd be able to stand up to the combined talents of five young and eager sniper teams.
Each pair parachuted into the wilderness, prepared their camouflage then began to track and kill their target.
By the afternoon on the third day two teams were done in by traps, one spotter by a headshot (his partner eventually tracked down and also shot in the head), another pair shot in the back and the last team was fooled by a decoy and ended up being beaten into submission.
Sandstorm returned with all ten sniper-hopefuls, all the while explaining where each of them went wrong and what he had done right. At their frustrated expressions, though, he stopped the lot of them and shook his head, muttering about his getting soft in his old age.
"Lemme tell you something else that'll keep you alive as long on the field as I was. Sniping and stalking is an old skill and I know you've always been taught that, except for the most necessary equipment," Sandstorm indicated to their weaponry, armor and visors, "you want to be as low tech as possible.
"That being said," he stepped up to the nearest sniper, crouching down to view her uniform from the knees below. Eventually he plucked a tiny tracking transmitter from where it had clung between her trousers and her boots, "laying out little traps like these where you know someone that's after you is going to go through isn't cheating, it's thinking smarter than the other guy."
Ten jaws dropped. Then everyone started checking their legs for more transmitters. Sandstorm chuckled, starting off again. "Creativity and adaptation," he said over his shoulder, "is why the strong survive."
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Date: 2009-09-07 06:08 pm (UTC)Springer - 19
Date: 2009-09-08 05:51 am (UTC)---
"Ya know," Eric said, lounging back to back with Russo as the other man was keeping watch in the guard tower, "I'm starting to think my dad's gone crazy or senile."
"Is it possible he's gone both?"
"I don't really want him to go either, let alone both."
"Then why're you thinking that?"
Eric shrugged, looking at the mail file he'd received the night before. "He keeps talking like I went to Lenell State instead of the military."
Russo turned his head slightly. "Lenell? You mean the one on Mars? What'd you be doing at a posh school like that?"
"I was offered a full football scholarship."
Russo twisted around, jostling Eric from his back. "What? The hell you join the military for, then?"
Annoyed at his loss of back rest, Eric elbowed his buddy in the body armor. "'Cuz I got sick of school and I wanted to do other stuff, alright?"
"Shit, I can tell you why you're dad's acting like that. He wishes you went there instead of doing bullshit guard duty like this."
Pushing Russo back into position and settling himself again, Eric scowled at the data pad in his lap. "I wish. I'm kinda, I dunno, getting a bad vibe about all this."
"What's so bad?"
"Asides from my dad going weird, my mom talks about mundane house and work stuff that she knows I don't care about or what's going on in the neighborhood. She never talks about what she's doing and refuses to say anything about my sister who- by the way -I haven't gotten a letter from in at least three months."
"Hmmm," Russo lapsed into a thoughtful silence. "Why don't you use your leave and go see your family for once? I don't think you've ever been back there since you came in, did you? Not even when we were out back by Saturn."
"I dunno..." honestly, the idea of going back there kind of scared Eric. Especially because he was worried what this change of behavior in his family meant. "I'll think about it."
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