[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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Scoop - 17
Date: 2009-09-09 07:08 am (UTC)Also, for reference, Scoop's real name is 'Shelby', but by the age of 13 he decided he preferred his middle name 'Timon' or just 'Tim'. Only his family still calls him by his first name.
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"Seb, Ollie- time to get up."
Two heads burrowed under their blankets, simultaneously going, "Nrrgh."
"Not 'rrgh'. 'Good morning'." Tim gave them both a little shake. "Up. Breakfast is on the table and your lunches are by your bags."
"Mrah," Sebastien smacked his lips, stretching out like a cat. Blinking blearily at his older brother he asked, "Shelby? How was work?"
"Back breaking, as usual," Tim smiled and stepped toward the door knowing the twins could get themselves ready from there. "But it pays so no complaints."
Waking up Elena was a different affair. After Tim gave her a little shake, she rolled over and put her arms around his neck, refusing to let go.
"Oof, Elly," he laughed, making her giggle right back. With an exaggerated sigh, he lifted her from the bed. "You're getting too big to do this."
"'S why I gotta do it as much as I can now."
"I'm also sticky and disgusting."
"And you smell bad," she wrinkled her nose but didn't let go until Tim had put her feet to the ground again. "Did Mom and Dad leave already?"
"Dad left almost an hour ago and Mom's about to head out. Hurry to the table and you should be able to have breakfast with her."
"You coming, Shelby?"
He ruffled Elena's hair. "Sorry, Elly. I'm exhausted- it was a hellish night. I'm gonna shower and crash." With a peck on the forehead he told her, "I'll pick you up from school, okay?"
"Okay," she said quietly. Then she gave him a quick, tight hug. "Thanks, Shelby."
Amused and surprised by the sudden display of affection, Tim merely laughed. "Hey, anything for you guys."
Re: Scoop - 17
Date: 2009-09-09 03:08 pm (UTC)Alright then Topspin, age 82
Topspin - 82
Date: 2009-09-10 01:36 am (UTC)---
They said at his age, the little town of Cruzeiro was too high up for him. They said the roads were too steep, the winds too cold, the weather too harsh. When it got to be his own grandkids telling him that, he just laughed in their faces. He was born here, he told them, just as his grandmother was born here (she actually wasn't, but it sounded more impressive that way) and he was going to be happy spending the rest of his life here.
"Besides," he told with a sharp grin that never faded, "don't you know what I used to do for a living? An easy retirement like this won't beat me. Not when I have an entire army of kids to do everything!"
Except for the fact that he wouldn't let them. He still made house calls with the village's (much younger) doctor. Even if his sight was going and his hands were no longer steady, he still knew how to soothe a wound with a bright smile and gentle manner.
Beyond his medical expertise, beyond his wartime heroics, beyond the generosity that gave him a family that was his in every way but blood, he was first and foremost Rafi-Avo, the old man that couldn't be stopped. Whenever he was about, all the children followed him, eager to see what strange adventure he'd lead them on to next, wanting to know all his stories and his funny jokes. They'd swarm about him for pats on the head, hugs and the pieces of sweets he'd sneak to them.
He loved this life and his family and everyone in the village that wasn't technically family. But, at the end of the day, when those he loved more than anything else came up and asked with a knowing grin, "Did you enjoy yourself?" he would tell them:
"I always will until I can't no more."
Re: Topspin - 82
Date: 2009-09-11 04:22 am (UTC)Broadside, 21?
Broadside - 21
Date: 2009-09-18 03:22 am (UTC)---
"Woooow, you're a big one!"
Temujin instinctively froze even as he knew his size made him pretty unmistakable. He wasn't supposed to be down in the loading docks moving cargo around, even if he was by far the strongest person in the company. Due to his status as company heir, Temujin was supposed to be observing everything, dealing with the forms and the like.
But once those were dealt with, he had nothing to do and after it took him so long convincing the older crew hands to allow him to help them out even a little, the last thing Temujin want was getting caught doing so and word being sent back to his parents.
Carefully setting the crate back, mouth set in a carefully flat line, the large man turned around, trying to think of a way to convince them not to speak of this.
He was surprised to see a young man in a military uniform looking at him with great curiosity. Temujin frowned in confusion, wondering why he was in the docks to begin with.
"Hey, not botherin' ya, am I?" The young man said with the widest grin Temujin had ever seen.
"Are you looking for something?" He rumbled back.
"Not really. Just got bored and decided to wander 'round," he looked around, observing everything around them. Crossing his arms he asked, "So you enjoy doin' this kinda stuff?"
"What do you mean?"
"Don't get me wrong- shipping's important work an' all. But I'm thinkin'..." here he made the impression of looking Temujin up and down and making a serious consideration, "that you could do a lot of good in the Security Force."
That got an upraised eyebrow. "Are you a recruiter?"
"Nah, just a guy that saw another guy who's really big an' powerful and thought I'd throw the offer out there."
Temujin couldn't help the hint of amusement coming over him. "I don't think my parents would be particularly happy with the idea."
"Well, that's you're parents," he shrugged. "Whadda you wanna do? I mean- I was kinda the same way. Already had a job and I made enough to survive comfortably so why would I go into the service, right? But I gotta say it did me a lot of good." He grinned up brightly and Temujin was surprised to find how easy it was to listen to him talk. "You can do just about any kind of job you want, you get to go to all sorts of places, meet different people and basically do things you wouldn't be able to do anywhere else! Lemme tell ya- I never knew I actually don't mind having responsibility thrown at me until I enlisted."
He leaned like he was telling Temujin an important secret. "I ain't gonna lie to ya, buddy. The thing that makes the service so great? Why people like me can roll with the bullshit thrown at us is because of the friends we make."
Temujin's breath caught, as if the word was a treasure he longed to find. "Friends?"
"From all over! I never would've imagined the kinda friends I have now and almost alla them are more important to me than my own family! We gotta depend on each other to survive- no stronger bond than the ones you'll find in the Security Force!"
Dark eyes slid to where the others were still working, seemingly more at ease now that the boss's son was no longer doing what he wasn't supposed to. Temujin turned back to the smaller man before him. "Your friends mean a lot, then?"