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doesntwaltz
Oct. 30th, 2009 07:33 pm[Dated Saturday 24th October | Follows THIS and THIS]
The small plasma TV mounted beside the hospital bed was on, but the sound was turned low as Mythbusters played on the screen. No one was watching it. Occupying the bed accompanying the TV, Rob was drifting in and out of a light sleep. He was never much of a heavy sleeper, and a hospital was just disruptive by default. He didn't mind, though. He knew he was there because he needed to be, and it was almost a heavenly option compared to the ordeal he had just left. Landstuhl Regional Medical Center in Germany was a U.S. Military hospital, and many soldiers from the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan had been flown here over the time to receive high quality medical care if they were seriously injured in combat. Rob was just another statistic, really, but he had received nothing but top notch medical attention since he woke up here. Which was a little unnerving at first, to discover he was in Germany of all places. He had vague recollections of an explosion, and hazy snippets of memories where he was in agony, in that crushing heat, unable to move or call out for help...
... of Pete's cold fingers in his hand.
( Rob woke again with a start, that nauseating feeling of horror threatening in his gut again. When he slept, the images swirled around in his subconscious like a stormy sea, but awake, he had been classified as amnesiac. He couldn't remember enough of what happened to piece together anything specific of what happened. He didn't want to remember, either... )
Word Count | 5,299
The small plasma TV mounted beside the hospital bed was on, but the sound was turned low as Mythbusters played on the screen. No one was watching it. Occupying the bed accompanying the TV, Rob was drifting in and out of a light sleep. He was never much of a heavy sleeper, and a hospital was just disruptive by default. He didn't mind, though. He knew he was there because he needed to be, and it was almost a heavenly option compared to the ordeal he had just left. Landstuhl Regional Medical Center in Germany was a U.S. Military hospital, and many soldiers from the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan had been flown here over the time to receive high quality medical care if they were seriously injured in combat. Rob was just another statistic, really, but he had received nothing but top notch medical attention since he woke up here. Which was a little unnerving at first, to discover he was in Germany of all places. He had vague recollections of an explosion, and hazy snippets of memories where he was in agony, in that crushing heat, unable to move or call out for help...
... of Pete's cold fingers in his hand.
( Rob woke again with a start, that nauseating feeling of horror threatening in his gut again. When he slept, the images swirled around in his subconscious like a stormy sea, but awake, he had been classified as amnesiac. He couldn't remember enough of what happened to piece together anything specific of what happened. He didn't want to remember, either... )
Word Count | 5,299
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just_muse_me | 24.7.3.
Oct. 27th, 2009 09:59 pm24.7.3. FIVE moments you wished you were somewhere else and ONE you knew you had to be there
[The aftermath of THIS | Simultaneous to THIS, THIS and THIS]
( He tried to get his eyes open again, but he didn't have enough strength for that. He was barely able to even latch onto a recognition of where he was, let alone that just a couple of feet away, two other men lay unmoving in the blood-soaked dirt... )
Leila isdoesntwaltz and referenced with permission
Word Count | 1,282
[The aftermath of THIS | Simultaneous to THIS, THIS and THIS]
( He tried to get his eyes open again, but he didn't have enough strength for that. He was barely able to even latch onto a recognition of where he was, let alone that just a couple of feet away, two other men lay unmoving in the blood-soaked dirt... )
Leila is
doesntwaltz and referenced with permissionWord Count | 1,282
VOICEMAIL | Left for doesntwaltz
Oct. 15th, 2009 01:03 amLeft on Leila's voicemail...
"Hey, darlin'. It's me. I guess you're out or busy, and that's okay. Means you're keeping occupied. I just wanted to let you know that I'm feeling real better, well back on my feet, and I'm just about to head back out to where they plucked me from. I ain't sure when I'm going to be back, darlin'. I ain't forgotten what Friday is either... I can't believe I'm going to miss your birthday. I'll be thinking about you, I never stop. So, um, Happy Birthday for Friday and I promise I'll give you your present when I see you in person. I miss you, darlin'. I love you. Hopefully I'll speak to you real soon. Bye, now."
"Hey, darlin'. It's me. I guess you're out or busy, and that's okay. Means you're keeping occupied. I just wanted to let you know that I'm feeling real better, well back on my feet, and I'm just about to head back out to where they plucked me from. I ain't sure when I'm going to be back, darlin'. I ain't forgotten what Friday is either... I can't believe I'm going to miss your birthday. I'll be thinking about you, I never stop. So, um, Happy Birthday for Friday and I promise I'll give you your present when I see you in person. I miss you, darlin'. I love you. Hopefully I'll speak to you real soon. Bye, now."
musesandlyrics | 3.3. Garth Brooks quote
Oct. 13th, 2009 01:49 pm3.3. "Happiness isn't what you want, it's wanting what you've got."
Garth Brooks
Co-written witha68whiskey
( Thought I better sacrifce some of my lunch break to come make sure ya' hadn't deceased on me. Lucky I ain't the squeamish sort or you'd be putting me right off my ration of... something brown and squishy. Bonus, though, actually got a mini Mars Bar today... )
Leila isdoesntwaltz and referenced with and permission
Word Count | 1,320
Garth Brooks
Co-written with
a68whiskey( Thought I better sacrifce some of my lunch break to come make sure ya' hadn't deceased on me. Lucky I ain't the squeamish sort or you'd be putting me right off my ration of... something brown and squishy. Bonus, though, actually got a mini Mars Bar today... )
Leila is
doesntwaltz and referenced with and permissionWord Count | 1,320
3.1. "The greater your capacity to love, the greater your capacity to feel the pain."
Jennifer Aniston
Co-written withdoesntwaltz
[Follows THIS and THIS]
Rob felt like a piece of shit, but he didn't care. The medic had said he could get out of bed to make a phone call if he was up to it. It wasn't a question of whether he was up to it. It wasn't a question of any-fucking-thing except he was being offered a phone call and he was damn well taking it. He had help from one of the female medics to actually get to the phone, and he was now standing there in the infirmary gown with his camo shirt draped around his shoulders like a pseudo-bathrobe just to try and keep some modesty. He was hunched over, one hand on his sore stomach and his shoulder resting against the wall as he held the phone between his ear and shoulder to slowly dial the number in. In the crook of his arm, the IV pole was tucked and he knew he must look like a right pathetic sight, but again, he didn't care. He owed his friend, Pete, bucketloads of gratitude for emailing Leila. The thing was, he hadn't had any way of really knowing if she received it because she couldn't actually reply to the email address Pete used. It was frustrating. Rob just had to have some faith that she got it and wasn't sitting back there worrying that he'd been killed.
( He rested his hot forehead against the cool steel barrier that was there to give anyone using the phone some privacy and listened as the line started ringing... )
All muses referenced with permission and are from theprinceton2nyc universe
Word Count | 2,818
Jennifer Aniston
Co-written with
doesntwaltz[Follows THIS and THIS]
Rob felt like a piece of shit, but he didn't care. The medic had said he could get out of bed to make a phone call if he was up to it. It wasn't a question of whether he was up to it. It wasn't a question of any-fucking-thing except he was being offered a phone call and he was damn well taking it. He had help from one of the female medics to actually get to the phone, and he was now standing there in the infirmary gown with his camo shirt draped around his shoulders like a pseudo-bathrobe just to try and keep some modesty. He was hunched over, one hand on his sore stomach and his shoulder resting against the wall as he held the phone between his ear and shoulder to slowly dial the number in. In the crook of his arm, the IV pole was tucked and he knew he must look like a right pathetic sight, but again, he didn't care. He owed his friend, Pete, bucketloads of gratitude for emailing Leila. The thing was, he hadn't had any way of really knowing if she received it because she couldn't actually reply to the email address Pete used. It was frustrating. Rob just had to have some faith that she got it and wasn't sitting back there worrying that he'd been killed.
( He rested his hot forehead against the cool steel barrier that was there to give anyone using the phone some privacy and listened as the line started ringing... )
All muses referenced with permission and are from the
princeton2nyc universeWord Count | 2,818
Music Meme
Oct. 9th, 2009 08:15 pmHow this works: Pick a band/musician and answer the questions with song titles by the band/musician you chose.
Band/Musician: The Eagles
Who are you?
Victim of Love
How do you live your life?
Most Of Us Are Sad
How do you see yourself?
Peaceful Easy Feeling
How do others see you?
New Kid in Town
How are you feeling?
Heartache Tonight
How do you love?
All Night Long
What is your greatest weakness?
Take It To The Limit
What is your greatest strength?
The Best Of My Love
What is your greatest fear?
Already Gone
What is your greatest wish?
Love Will Keep Us Alive
What are you looking for?
I Wish You Peace
What have you found?
The Girl From Yesterday
Band/Musician: The Eagles
Who are you?
Victim of Love
How do you live your life?
Most Of Us Are Sad
How do you see yourself?
Peaceful Easy Feeling
How do others see you?
New Kid in Town
How are you feeling?
Heartache Tonight
How do you love?
All Night Long
What is your greatest weakness?
Take It To The Limit
What is your greatest strength?
The Best Of My Love
What is your greatest fear?
Already Gone
What is your greatest wish?
Love Will Keep Us Alive
What are you looking for?
I Wish You Peace
What have you found?
The Girl From Yesterday
EMAIL | To Leila
Oct. 8th, 2009 05:41 pm[Sent to Leila from one of Rob's mates in his unit]
TO: Leila Jackson
FROM: Undisclosed recipient [address encrypted]
__________________________
HeyLayla, Lila, Layla Leila (I think that's how he said to spell it),
This is Pete and I work alongside Robbo here in the sand pit.
He asked me to drop you an email to let you know that he's okay. Alright, so he ain't technically okay, but he's alive. We got him choppered back to the infirmary and he's stuck there for the moment with a strange fever spreading through our unit. They got him on some IV fluids and while he ain't feeling the best, he's just worried you were thinking the worst.
Sorry I ain't able to offer more details. He said he was going to try and get in touch as soon as he can. He misses you, but I ain't doing the kissing thing he said.Lucky bastard. A couple of us copped a peek of those photos you sent him.
Don't worry too much. He's a tough fucker, I promise.
Cheers,
Pete
Ps. Nice ass
TO: Leila Jackson
FROM: Undisclosed recipient [address encrypted]
__________________________
Hey
This is Pete and I work alongside Robbo here in the sand pit.
He asked me to drop you an email to let you know that he's okay. Alright, so he ain't technically okay, but he's alive. We got him choppered back to the infirmary and he's stuck there for the moment with a strange fever spreading through our unit. They got him on some IV fluids and while he ain't feeling the best, he's just worried you were thinking the worst.
Sorry I ain't able to offer more details. He said he was going to try and get in touch as soon as he can. He misses you, but I ain't doing the kissing thing he said.
Don't worry too much. He's a tough fucker, I promise.
Cheers,
Pete
writers_muses | 107.1.G.
Oct. 8th, 2009 04:31 pm107.1.G. "No, you get to quit, you get to complain, but I don't. I have to sit here and take it."
( She married him - they married each other - to try and keep a link while he was gone. He clutched to that during his down times, and hoped to God that this posting wasn't six months, or even more... )
[Leila isdoesntwaltz and referenced with permission]
Word Count | 977
( She married him - they married each other - to try and keep a link while he was gone. He clutched to that during his down times, and hoped to God that this posting wasn't six months, or even more... )
[Leila is
doesntwaltz and referenced with permission]Word Count | 977
Your Penis Name Is: 100% All-Beef Thermometer |
 Keep it in your pants! |
91.1. Make a list of things you hate doing alone
- Going to a movie
- Being ill, it's always better having someone to keep you company
- Sex, for obvious reasons
- Shopping
- Going out for a meal
- Going for a drink
- Long trips
- Dealing with bad news
- Cooking a big meal, it's nice to have someone to talk to
- Getting reprimanded, you feel like less of a dick if you aren't the only one
- Being interrogated, if I have a right to an attorney, I'm using it
- Walking along the beach
- Dancing
- Going to a movie
- Being ill, it's always better having someone to keep you company
- Sex, for obvious reasons
- Shopping
- Going out for a meal
- Going for a drink
- Long trips
- Dealing with bad news
- Cooking a big meal, it's nice to have someone to talk to
- Getting reprimanded, you feel like less of a dick if you aren't the only one
- Being interrogated, if I have a right to an attorney, I'm using it
- Walking along the beach
- Dancing
From a mate
Sep. 24th, 2009 09:51 pm1. List two facts about your last kiss.
It was goodbye. It's got to last.
2. What was your first thought when you looked in the mirror this morning?
My nose is sunburned.
3. Do you believe there's always room in your heart for your first love?
No. Only room in your memories. Your heart should only be for one person.
4. Have you ever worn the opposite sex's underwear?
No.
5. Where is the next place you will travel to?
Home, hopefully.
( The rest... )
It was goodbye. It's got to last.
2. What was your first thought when you looked in the mirror this morning?
My nose is sunburned.
3. Do you believe there's always room in your heart for your first love?
No. Only room in your memories. Your heart should only be for one person.
4. Have you ever worn the opposite sex's underwear?
No.
5. Where is the next place you will travel to?
Home, hopefully.
( The rest... )
Okay, this one is pretty accurate...
Sep. 21st, 2009 10:49 pmNow I really need to get some sleep.
( THE REST OF THE RESULT... )
Your result for The Quick & Painless ENNEAGRAM Test...
6 - the Questioner
Thanks for taking the test !
you chose CY - your Enneagram type is SIX (aka "The Loyalist").
"I am affectionate and skeptical"
Questioners are responsible, trustworthy, and value loyalty to family, friends, groups, and causes. Their personalities range broadly from reserved and timid to outspoken and confrontative.
( THE REST OF THE RESULT... )
