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Alien Green 14
Name: starphotographs
Story: Universe B
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (Summer Carnival, Duck Gallery: http://s1241.photobucket.com/user/rainbowficmods/media/Dead%20Time%202015/tumblr_nqpw98Y4nj1ssan0ao1_540.jpg.html)
Characters: Scissors (POV), Frankie
Colors: Alien Green 14 (Your ideas are weirder than ours.)
Word Count: 200ish
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Choose not to warn.
Summary: Frankie sees an optical illusion. Scissors is a bit of a hypocrite
Note: All comment flavors welcome! (And I’ll answer the ones I already have soon, promise!)
“What the fuck. What. The. Fuck. Skizzy, there’s somethin’ sitting on that hill.”
As usual, I had no idea what the heck he was pointing at, and just wanted to get the hell going. The Vortex House across the state line closes at five, and I’d bothered to slog all my EMF testing equipment out here.
“Frankie, get back in the car…”
He wasn’t getting back in the fucking car.
“No, seriously! Just come out and look!”
Well, screw it, then. I got out and looked.
“…Franks, I still don’t see anything.”
“Seriously? You don’t? It’s, like, huge. And it’s belching smoke… I mean, what the fuck is it? Let’s forget the friggin’ Vortex and go investigate the goddamn hill giant!”
Smoke… That was when I saw what he must have been talking about. I mean, it’s technically steam, but Frankie doesn’t know shit about shit.
“Dude, those are cooling towers.”
“But…”
I had a Vortex to get to, dammit, and I wasn’t letting him waste any more time.
“Put on your fucking glasses, dude.”
He fished them out of his sweatshirt pocket, put them on, and blinked at the “giant” a few times.
“…Oh yeah! Huh.”
Well, that’s one mystery solved.
starphotographsStory: Universe B
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (Summer Carnival, Duck Gallery: http://s1241.photobucket.com/user/rainbowficmods/media/Dead%20Time%202015/tumblr_nqpw98Y4nj1ssan0ao1_540.jpg.html)
Characters: Scissors (POV), Frankie
Colors: Alien Green 14 (Your ideas are weirder than ours.)
Word Count: 200ish
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Choose not to warn.
Summary: Frankie sees an optical illusion. Scissors is a bit of a hypocrite
Note: All comment flavors welcome! (And I’ll answer the ones I already have soon, promise!)
“What the fuck. What. The. Fuck. Skizzy, there’s somethin’ sitting on that hill.”
As usual, I had no idea what the heck he was pointing at, and just wanted to get the hell going. The Vortex House across the state line closes at five, and I’d bothered to slog all my EMF testing equipment out here.
“Frankie, get back in the car…”
He wasn’t getting back in the fucking car.
“No, seriously! Just come out and look!”
Well, screw it, then. I got out and looked.
“…Franks, I still don’t see anything.”
“Seriously? You don’t? It’s, like, huge. And it’s belching smoke… I mean, what the fuck is it? Let’s forget the friggin’ Vortex and go investigate the goddamn hill giant!”
Smoke… That was when I saw what he must have been talking about. I mean, it’s technically steam, but Frankie doesn’t know shit about shit.
“Dude, those are cooling towers.”
“But…”
I had a Vortex to get to, dammit, and I wasn’t letting him waste any more time.
“Put on your fucking glasses, dude.”
He fished them out of his sweatshirt pocket, put them on, and blinked at the “giant” a few times.
“…Oh yeah! Huh.”
Well, that’s one mystery solved.
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I feel your pain, Frankie.