A Charming Round of Bingo
Sleep
Olivia woke up with a start, her heart racing from the nightmare that her brain had concocted. She looked around the room in confusion, not recognising the homely looking room that she currently resided in. She ran her hands over the soft blue sheets, a stark contrast from the stiff white sheets she was used to.
The door creaked open, allowing a sliver of light to enter the room, and a figure stepped in. The figure walked slowly over to Olivia and handed her a glass of water. Olivia smiled softly at this and took a sip of the water.
“Go back to sleep, darling,” Sterling said quietly, running a hand through her hair.
“Night Dad,” she replied, feeling her eyes droop as tiredness caught up on her.
Grump
Chaos sat shivering in his blanket, unable to shake the feeling of the cold water off. He glanced over to Quinn, who appeared to be unaffected from their plunge as he casually used a towel to dry his hair.
“Come on, Colin, it wasn’t that bad,” Quinn said, smirking at Chaos who twitched suddenly.
“For you maybe, but for those of us who aren’t accustomed to jumping blindly into water, I assure you it is that bad.” Chaos snapped back, pulling the blanket even tighter around him.
Quinn rolled his eyes, a myriad of words flitting through his brain - melodramatic, grump, childish all came to mind. Quinn casually walked over to Chaos and placed his towel around Chaos’s shoulders.
“For extra warmth,” he said as he walked off to find Eliot.
Sneeze
Chaos screamed as he hit the water, his whole body freezing in shock at the cold temperature of the water. He started to flail in an attempt to reach the surface before a strong arm reached out and dragged him to the surface.
Quinn caught hold of Chaos and pulled him towards the land to the right of the dam, placing the shivering man down onto the grassy bank. They both lay there for a while, before Chaos turned his head and sneezed.
“If I sneeze again and catch a cold because of this, I’m hacking into your phone and changing your ringtone to Jedward permanently.” Chaos said, glaring at Quinn.
Doctor
“Parker, what are you wearing?” Nate asked, running a hand over his face in an attempt to get rid of the tiredness that lingered from a long con.
Parker grinned up at Nate and spun round happily as she showed off her outfit to everyone. She wore a dark blue pinstripe suit with a tan, ankle length coat, Converse trainers and a pair of thick, black spectacles. “I’m the Doctor,” she said cheerfully.
“The Doctor?” Nate asked, “Doctor who?”
“Just the Doctor” Parker replied as she walked over to the kitchen and picked up a banana.
“Good source of potassium,” she said, holding up the banana and then promptly left the room, leaving a confused Nate.
“That’s my girl,” Hardison said before he followed her out of the room.
Grim
“There is nothing in the closet or under your bed sweetie, daddy’s already checked,” Maggie said as she ran her hand through Sam’s soft hair in an attempt to soothe his agitated mind.
“But...” Sam said frantically, pointing to the book on the bedside cabinet.
“No Sam, there’s no such thing as The Grim - Harry Potter never had anything to fear from The Grim as it was only a dog, and there’s no dogs allowed in the bedroom. Night night, sweetheart,” Maggie said, pressing her lips to Sam’s forehead as he snuggled down under the covers.
Maggie turned around, walked quietly out of the room and partially closed the door, leaving a fraction of light shining into the room.
Happiness
Agent McSweeten gasped sharply, as pain was emitted from his chest. He felt himself fall to the ground, and someone turned him over, applying their hands to his chest in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
“Why did you do that?” Special Agent Hagen said, a tear running down her cheek. Parker couldn’t believe he’d jumped in front of a bullet aimed for her heart.
“Couldn’t,” McSweeten said, “couldn’t let you get hit.”
“You’ll be fine,” Hagen said, “don’t worry, it’s not hit anything major, and the ambulance will be here soon.”
McSweeten raised a hand to brush away the tears on Hagen’s face, smiling as he realised that he’d done something right, something good. Hagen leant down, pressing her lips to McSweeten’s, and as she did that, McSweeten realised that this was pure happiness.
She waited with him until the ambulance arrived a minute later, holding his hand all the way to the hospital and all McSweeten could think was that he was the luckiest man in the world, at this moment in time.
Clumsy
Paul was always a clumsy child. He always used to knock plates off tables and trip over his own two feet. Paul hated it. He hated being laughed at whenever he tripped over a chair on his way to his seat, or dropping the ball in gym class.
He tried all sorts of things to improve upon this, he concentrated hard on all of his actions, he took dance lessons but none of this helped. Then he went into a building to escape the rain, and sat down on a wooden bench. He sat and listened to the man at the front of the building, who talked about how God designed all of his children in his own image, and that he accepts his children for who they are.
This was the moment when Paul accepted his clumsiness as part of who is is, and every Sunday after that day he made his way to the church and listened to the priest give his sermon.
Snow
Sam smiled happily up at his parents, who sat side by side on the stone bench, with an arm around each other. Sam ran off into the fluffy, white snow which covered the ground of their garden.
He let out a happy giggle as he jumped into the mount of snow and started to make a snow angel. His dad took a picture of him doing this, a photo which would eventually make its way onto the mantelpiece of their living room. Sam was amazed at the softness of the snow, the crunchy sound it made as he ran it through his gloved hands. At this moment in time, Sam was having the time of his life, playing in the snow.
Bash
“Sophie, what’s that?” Parker asked, pointing at what appeared to be a comic book sitting next to Sophie.
“It’s a comic book called ‘The Beano’, Parker,” Sophie replied as she handed it over to Parker who started to flip through it quickly.
“I’ve never heard of it,” Eliot said as he looked skeptically at Sophie, who smiled and shook her head.
“I doubt you would have Eliot, it’s a British comic, quite popular in fact,” Sophie said, cut off short by Parker laughing hysterically.
“Ah,” Sophie said as she looked at the comic strip in question, “the Bash Street Kids. Personally I prefer Dennis the Menace.”
Olivia woke up with a start, her heart racing from the nightmare that her brain had concocted. She looked around the room in confusion, not recognising the homely looking room that she currently resided in. She ran her hands over the soft blue sheets, a stark contrast from the stiff white sheets she was used to.
The door creaked open, allowing a sliver of light to enter the room, and a figure stepped in. The figure walked slowly over to Olivia and handed her a glass of water. Olivia smiled softly at this and took a sip of the water.
“Go back to sleep, darling,” Sterling said quietly, running a hand through her hair.
“Night Dad,” she replied, feeling her eyes droop as tiredness caught up on her.
Grump
Chaos sat shivering in his blanket, unable to shake the feeling of the cold water off. He glanced over to Quinn, who appeared to be unaffected from their plunge as he casually used a towel to dry his hair.
“Come on, Colin, it wasn’t that bad,” Quinn said, smirking at Chaos who twitched suddenly.
“For you maybe, but for those of us who aren’t accustomed to jumping blindly into water, I assure you it is that bad.” Chaos snapped back, pulling the blanket even tighter around him.
Quinn rolled his eyes, a myriad of words flitting through his brain - melodramatic, grump, childish all came to mind. Quinn casually walked over to Chaos and placed his towel around Chaos’s shoulders.
“For extra warmth,” he said as he walked off to find Eliot.
Sneeze
Chaos screamed as he hit the water, his whole body freezing in shock at the cold temperature of the water. He started to flail in an attempt to reach the surface before a strong arm reached out and dragged him to the surface.
Quinn caught hold of Chaos and pulled him towards the land to the right of the dam, placing the shivering man down onto the grassy bank. They both lay there for a while, before Chaos turned his head and sneezed.
“If I sneeze again and catch a cold because of this, I’m hacking into your phone and changing your ringtone to Jedward permanently.” Chaos said, glaring at Quinn.
Doctor
“Parker, what are you wearing?” Nate asked, running a hand over his face in an attempt to get rid of the tiredness that lingered from a long con.
Parker grinned up at Nate and spun round happily as she showed off her outfit to everyone. She wore a dark blue pinstripe suit with a tan, ankle length coat, Converse trainers and a pair of thick, black spectacles. “I’m the Doctor,” she said cheerfully.
“The Doctor?” Nate asked, “Doctor who?”
“Just the Doctor” Parker replied as she walked over to the kitchen and picked up a banana.
“Good source of potassium,” she said, holding up the banana and then promptly left the room, leaving a confused Nate.
“That’s my girl,” Hardison said before he followed her out of the room.
Grim
“There is nothing in the closet or under your bed sweetie, daddy’s already checked,” Maggie said as she ran her hand through Sam’s soft hair in an attempt to soothe his agitated mind.
“But...” Sam said frantically, pointing to the book on the bedside cabinet.
“No Sam, there’s no such thing as The Grim - Harry Potter never had anything to fear from The Grim as it was only a dog, and there’s no dogs allowed in the bedroom. Night night, sweetheart,” Maggie said, pressing her lips to Sam’s forehead as he snuggled down under the covers.
Maggie turned around, walked quietly out of the room and partially closed the door, leaving a fraction of light shining into the room.
Happiness
Agent McSweeten gasped sharply, as pain was emitted from his chest. He felt himself fall to the ground, and someone turned him over, applying their hands to his chest in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
“Why did you do that?” Special Agent Hagen said, a tear running down her cheek. Parker couldn’t believe he’d jumped in front of a bullet aimed for her heart.
“Couldn’t,” McSweeten said, “couldn’t let you get hit.”
“You’ll be fine,” Hagen said, “don’t worry, it’s not hit anything major, and the ambulance will be here soon.”
McSweeten raised a hand to brush away the tears on Hagen’s face, smiling as he realised that he’d done something right, something good. Hagen leant down, pressing her lips to McSweeten’s, and as she did that, McSweeten realised that this was pure happiness.
She waited with him until the ambulance arrived a minute later, holding his hand all the way to the hospital and all McSweeten could think was that he was the luckiest man in the world, at this moment in time.
Clumsy
Paul was always a clumsy child. He always used to knock plates off tables and trip over his own two feet. Paul hated it. He hated being laughed at whenever he tripped over a chair on his way to his seat, or dropping the ball in gym class.
He tried all sorts of things to improve upon this, he concentrated hard on all of his actions, he took dance lessons but none of this helped. Then he went into a building to escape the rain, and sat down on a wooden bench. He sat and listened to the man at the front of the building, who talked about how God designed all of his children in his own image, and that he accepts his children for who they are.
This was the moment when Paul accepted his clumsiness as part of who is is, and every Sunday after that day he made his way to the church and listened to the priest give his sermon.
Snow
Sam smiled happily up at his parents, who sat side by side on the stone bench, with an arm around each other. Sam ran off into the fluffy, white snow which covered the ground of their garden.
He let out a happy giggle as he jumped into the mount of snow and started to make a snow angel. His dad took a picture of him doing this, a photo which would eventually make its way onto the mantelpiece of their living room. Sam was amazed at the softness of the snow, the crunchy sound it made as he ran it through his gloved hands. At this moment in time, Sam was having the time of his life, playing in the snow.
Bash
“Sophie, what’s that?” Parker asked, pointing at what appeared to be a comic book sitting next to Sophie.
“It’s a comic book called ‘The Beano’, Parker,” Sophie replied as she handed it over to Parker who started to flip through it quickly.
“I’ve never heard of it,” Eliot said as he looked skeptically at Sophie, who smiled and shook her head.
“I doubt you would have Eliot, it’s a British comic, quite popular in fact,” Sophie said, cut off short by Parker laughing hysterically.
“Ah,” Sophie said as she looked at the comic strip in question, “the Bash Street Kids. Personally I prefer Dennis the Menace.”