Myshuno! prompt: The Sim Bin
Oct. 3rd, 2011 01:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fuzzysporkPrompt: The Sim Bin
Rating: PG (for mild language)
Note: I guess it's like being in eternal Limbo. With people you might not even like!
Word Count: 280
My Card
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Julien Cooke rubbed his temples and watched the woman in front of him through narrowed eyes. Her mouth was moving a mile a minute and that ridiculous blond pony tail danced as her head bobbled around on her neck. Christ, he thought, she looks like an insane parrot. Why can’t she talk to her low-life husband instead of me? Why does she have to talk so freaking much? Samantha’s arms flailed around to emphasize certain words; words that Julien didn’t even bother to take in anymore. It didn’t matter anyway, because she never stopped talking long enough for him to respond. After all this time her voice had become just a high-pitched white noise in his head. He could tune out the words but not the sound.
Just then a large group of children and teenagers thundered past, hollering and laughing. Followed by a smaller group of dogs barking after them. Why the hell are there even dogs here? Why are there so many goddamned kids? Why was this Ottomas woman STILL talking?! Julien wished he would get tired so maybe he could at least sleep. Anything to not have to stand here and watch her spew noise out of her mouth. The Picasos and the Goodie couple had gone, how long ago now? Maybe he would get to go soon. Though “soon” was a relative term that had no definition in a place where time doesn’t even move. He had figured that out long ago. There was no time here, only this endless room and this annoying woman in his face, beating his brain apart with her never-ending stream of words. Julien narrowed his eyes and massaged his temples...
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Prompt given by![[info]](../../img/userinfo.gif?v=87.1)
penguingirl03
Rating: PG (for mild language)
Note: I guess it's like being in eternal Limbo. With people you might not even like!
Word Count: 280
My Card
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Julien Cooke rubbed his temples and watched the woman in front of him through narrowed eyes. Her mouth was moving a mile a minute and that ridiculous blond pony tail danced as her head bobbled around on her neck. Christ, he thought, she looks like an insane parrot. Why can’t she talk to her low-life husband instead of me? Why does she have to talk so freaking much? Samantha’s arms flailed around to emphasize certain words; words that Julien didn’t even bother to take in anymore. It didn’t matter anyway, because she never stopped talking long enough for him to respond. After all this time her voice had become just a high-pitched white noise in his head. He could tune out the words but not the sound.
Just then a large group of children and teenagers thundered past, hollering and laughing. Followed by a smaller group of dogs barking after them. Why the hell are there even dogs here? Why are there so many goddamned kids? Why was this Ottomas woman STILL talking?! Julien wished he would get tired so maybe he could at least sleep. Anything to not have to stand here and watch her spew noise out of her mouth. The Picasos and the Goodie couple had gone, how long ago now? Maybe he would get to go soon. Though “soon” was a relative term that had no definition in a place where time doesn’t even move. He had figured that out long ago. There was no time here, only this endless room and this annoying woman in his face, beating his brain apart with her never-ending stream of words. Julien narrowed his eyes and massaged his temples...
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Prompt given by
penguingirl03