What? So what if I'm not into produce?

[JP] Terry Pratchett quote

Thu, 19 Nov 2009 01:30:51 GMT

[Written for lollobrigida as Raph doesn’t have a journal yet. (But he should.)]

“Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.”

This wasn’t the way things were supposed to work.

For as long as she could remember, Brandi was the fuck up and Mary was the big sister. That was just the way things were. Dad was gone, and Mom was a mess, but Mary was there, and Mary would take care of them. That was what she did. It was what she was for.

Closing her eyes as she leaned back in the chair in the hospital room, she watched as the machine that kept her sister breathing pushed her chest up and down with a loud whoosh! that was starting to get under her skin more than she would have liked. She had one knee pulled up to her chest, and the other leg dangling off onto the floor, her ankle leaning to the side slightly. The chairs were a bit taller than she was used to, so her feet didn’t quite touch the floor when she was sitting back in the chair, and it was more comfortable than sitting up straight completely, especially when they were sitting there for long period of time.

They had been taking shifts since it happened. Her, Raph, Jinx, Marshall, Stan, they just cycled through, waiting for the moment when she would open her eyes, crack a joke about how they all shouldn’t be showing they cared so much—it didn’t suit them. Brandi desperately needed that to happen, kept hoping that would happen each time they set foot in the hospital room because while yes, her sister could be a cankerous bitch when it came to her family and the things she had to do for them, but they would rather have her be a cankerous bitch than be dead, or worse like this, when her family didn’t know if she would live or die.

It was nearing the end of her shift, and she knew it, but she wasn’t even watching the door, waiting for Raph to show and relieve her of duty. She was just watching the rise and fall of her sister’s chest, hoping that there would eventually be a sputter, a flicker of life that would reassure her they were slowly making their way out of the woods as oppose to settling deeper in. She did look up, though, when she felt Raph’s hand on her shoulder and gave him a small, half-hearted smile.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” he said softly. “How’s she doing?”

She shrugged a bit, pushing herself to her feet as she slid her hands into her back pockets awkwardly. “No change—at least, nothing that I can see. Doctors seem to think she’s doing a lot better though. Brain wave activity or something like that.”

“That’s good, at least. Means she’s getting better.” He gave her a bit of a wider smile, and she returned it with another shrug, her hands gripping the denim material over her ass as she tried to vent the frustration elsewhere and not at him. Because he didn’t deserve it. He had been supportive and helpful, and he was going through this too. This was his fiancée after all. He was probably worried sick, but he never showed it, and she appreciated that more than she could ever say.

“Yeah. Guess so.” She was quiet for a moment, and she really just wanted to lean in to him, have him wrap his arms around her and promise her that everything was going to be okay. But it wasn’t her place to ask that of him. He wasn’t hers, and she had Peter to go to, so instead she had to just walk around him and get around him, see him when they landed at home.

“Brandi?” His hand came around her wrist as she started to make her way past him, making her turn around to face him again. She looked up at him, and saw the concern on his face and tried not to look away. “Are you alright?”

“Me? I’m fine,” she said with a nod, sticking her chin up as she tried to pull off the ‘I’m okay’ stance she’d perfected over the years. “This is me, Chico. My sister’s just in a coma and isn’t really showing any signs of waking up. Why wouldn’t I be fine?”

She could hear it in her voice, that quiver that was showing signs of breaking, and before she even realized what was happening, Raph was pulling her closer, sliding his arms around her shoulders as he settled her in closer and just held her for moment. It was the most steadying feeling she’d had since it happened, and she silently cursed herself for what it said about her.

After a moment, he pulled back a bit and brushed his lips against her forehead, before dropping down and a small kiss on the nose.

“She’s going to be fine, Brandi. She’s strong. She’ll make it.”

“I hope you’re right,” she said softly, not even bothering to pull away and just enjoying the closeness. “I really do.”

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[JSI]

Mon, 01 Jun 2009 03:07:24 GMT

I really don't get nice guys.

[JSI]

Mon, 04 May 2009 13:50:55 GMT

I'm actually proud of her.

That's a really weird feeling.

[JP] Clandestine

Fri, 27 Mar 2009 12:55:35 GMT

[sorella_italia used by request from her mun. This is also may have slight meta touches and not set in a verse where Eva knows the Winchesters. Not binding on any other muses.]

They were clearly not supposed to meet, ever.

Like, not even in a parallel universe. Their meeting was destined to be a herald of the Apocalypse or something equally bad, and clearly needed hot men in leather to come and stop them. They were dangerous, dangerous people, and they needed to be stopped, once and for all. Acceptable dissuasions were large amounts of cash, or maybe just saying please, or simply putting Eva on a plane and sending her back where she came from. Rock salt and fancy knives really weren’t all that necessary, but if the boys were pretty, who was she really to complain?

She was finding that she wouldn’t really be all that opposed to men in leather coming to stop them. Seriously, have you seen the asses on Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki lately? She was subconsciously making a note to herself to introduce Eva to the gorgeousness that was the Winchester brothers on her next visit to Phoenix.

God, she needed to get laid.

Anyway.

From the moment Eva got off the plane, things were just not going the way they should be going. Everything they touched seemed to lead to a disaster, though not directly for them—at least until Brandi took that tumble down one of the smaller ravine’s in Phoenix, broke her leg, and spent about a half hour sitting there in pain while Eva shouted updates down at her from the top of the ravine.

Now, a few hours later, Brandi was on morphine, and Eva was sitting next to her on the hospital bed, watching the leg that was propped up in a sash suspended from the ceiling. Brandi had her head resting on Eva’s shoulder, and managed to be quiet for about a minute before she started giggling again.

“My sister is soooooo going to kill us.”

Eva laughed, before nudging her friends slightly. “This isn’t all your fault. You didn’t try to break your leg.”

“Yes. But she told me not to get into trouble,” Brandi replied, before gesturing vaguely at her leg. “That’s trouble. And when she finds out you’re here on top of that—”

“—you didn’t tell them I was here?” Eva asked, giving her a confused frown.

“Why do you think you’re not staying at my house?” Brandi replied. “It’s not that they don’t love you, it’s just that bad things tend to happen when you and I are together. It’s like chemistry.”

“Chemistry?”

“Yup,” Brandi replied with a certain nod. “Mix the two wrong chemicals together, and they go—”

The sentence was finished off with a sound that was probably supposed to be an explosion, but the morphine was making it difficult to get the sound just the way she wanted, but Eva got the point. Brandi could feel the giggle bubbling through her throat, and she couldn’t help but grin in a way that wasn’t completely morphine induced. She had missed her best friends. Despite the fact that whenever they were together, things like this happened, it was nice to have someone around who she wasn’t fighting with, or working through awkward sexual tension with. It was nice to have someone who just liked her for her, no ifs, ands, or buts, and she could certainly get used to this.

She wouldn’t, because Eva would be gone in a week. But she could.

Eva started rambling on about something related to her life back in New York for a few minutes, before the curtain to their little cubicle of the ER flew open, and Raph stepped through, looking over both of them expectantly.

“Raph! You came!” Brandi said with a wide grin, before starting to look confused. “I didn’t call you.”

“Mary had to go take care of something for work, so she asked me to come pick you up—” Raph paused for a moment, before looking over at the other woman on the bed. “—who is this?”

“This is my Eva,” Brandi said, wrapping her arms around her friend and giving her a tight squeeze. “Eva, this is my Raph.” Because clearly everyone belonged to her now.

“Wait, you’re Raph!?” Eva said with a grin, looking in the other man’s direction. “You were right, he is hot.”

“And you haven’t even seen his good side yet,” Brandi nodded. “Could bounce a nickel of that thing. For serious.”

Raph just stared at them both for a moment, sighing slightly, before running a hand over his face. “This is going to be a really long drive back to your house, isn’t it?”

Eva just continued to grin at him. “Oh, you have no idea.”

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[JP] Just shut up and listen to me.

Thu, 21 Aug 2008 03:22:03 GMT

[hitchhiker_girl used with permission. Start of a nice shiny new storyline, and spoilers for 112: A Fine Meth.]

The drugs were gone. The drugs were gone.

It was like a huge relief was lifted off her shoulders, and yet confusion all the same. But then again, the confusion was nothing new in her world. She was free. All she had to do was just live her life and try not to get into any trouble ever again.

Yeah. That so wasn’t going to work.

She was still kinda confused though. She didn’t know when those drugs were out of her sight long enough for someone to switch them out with towels, and frankly, she couldn’t think of anyone who would. No one cared about her that much, and she would think that the people who did would have her go to jail just to teach her a lesson, but apparently, that wasn’t the way things were going to go. She needed to figure some things out, and for the first time in a long time, the one person that she could think of to turn to just wasn’t available.

Mary wasn’t going to help her on this one.

She leaned back against the headboard of her bed, drawing her legs up to her chest and flipping through the numbers in her phonebook, trying to find someone who wouldn’t flip their shit regarding her current situation and would be cool and supportive. At least somewhat. There weren’t exactly many options considering the crowd she usually hung out with were the ones that helped her to wind up with the drugs in the first place.

The cursor finally stopped on the name of a girl she hadn’t talked to in a while, and she paused for a minute, before hitting send and placing the phone to her ear before she thought it over too much and decided against it. She knew she needed to talk to someone, and she didn’t want to sabotage it all that much.

She drummed her fingers against her knees as she waited, nervous energy finding an exit through her fingers to her leg, but it wasn’t long before someone on the other end of the line picked up. “Brandi?”

“Hey, Anna,” she said, doing her best to sound cheerful and normal. “Long time, no talk.”

“What’s wrong?”

Brandi should have been insulted. In fact, she was slightly insulted. Every time she called Anna was not an indication of something being wrong. It just happened to happen fairly often. One could almost consider it reliably so, but that was a really, really big almost. And still an almost. “What, can’t a girl just call an old friend she hadn’t talked to in a while?”

“Brandi.” The blond could picture the no nonsense look on Anna’s face and she caved, not wanting to cause any more trouble than she already was in.

“Okay—so I may have gotten in a bit of legal trouble.”

There was an exasperated sigh, which was probably accompanied by an eye roll and an equally exasperated look. But that was a usual reaction when it came to dealing with Brandi and she’d learned to block it out. For the most part.

“What kind of legal trouble?”

Brandi paused for a minute, before shifting in the way she was sitting before looking up at the ceiling. “There may have been drugs involved?”

There was a long pause. “Drugs?”

“Yeah—”

“Brandi Shannon, I swear I’m going to kick your ass the next time I see you.”

“Hey! I’m looking for a little moral support here. I was nearly arrested for murdering FBI agents, alright?”

“You what?!?!”

“I didn’t do it!”

“Jesus, Brandi—”

“I know, I know, I was nearly fucked, but I’m not, alright? I was just looking for someone to talk to.”

Anna sighed heavily again. “Are you still in Jersey?”

“Nah, I headed out to Arizona to stay with my sister.” She paused for a minute, anticipating Anna’s next question before she actually said it. “In Phoenix.” Okay, well, that was a lie, but she didn’t need random people showing up on her sister’s doorstep. Not so close after all this, anyway.”

“You really need to stop pulling your stuff together, Brands,” Anna sighed. “You know that right?”

“Yeah, yeah—I know,” Brandi sighed. “I’m just looking for a friend right now.”

“I can do that.”

“Good,” Brandi said with a smile. “I’m glad.”

“So let’s start at the top, ‘kay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Brandi sighed as she leaned back and got ready to share the story. “Starting from the top.”

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[JSI]

Wed, 20 Aug 2008 23:33:36 GMT

I should get pie.

[JSI]

Sun, 27 Jul 2008 20:17:54 GMT

I didn't even do anything.