WIP Meme
Nicked off verasteine
Post a sentence (or paragraph) or two from as many of your WIPs as you want, with no explanation attached.
1:
Jack climbed up into his own bunk, laying on his side so he could look out the window at the great view he had of the north wall and its barbed wire, all illuminated now in artificial orange-yellow light.
"My sister's coming to visit tomorrow," Ianto said, quietly, after a minute had passed.
2:
Ianto wasn't sure why they needed a paddle. Jack's thick wooden ruler did the job just fine. At least, it certainly left his arse red enough.
3:
"How is he?" he asked Owen.
Owen barely looked up. "How do you think?"
Jack tightened his hands around the railing. "I mean it. Is he injured or not?"
Owen hesitated. He looked at the wall. "He's fine."
"Good. Now go home. Ianto and I need to talk."
4:
"Before we get started, what name do you go by?"
Manhattan turned his head towards Jack. "I don't understand the question," he said.
Next to Jack, one of the UNIT generals scoffed. Jack ignored it. This was why he was here, after all: a freak to relate to the freak.
"I mean, what do you want us to call you? Doctor Manhattan? Dr. Osterman? Jon?"
Manhattan's eyes, white and pupil-less, locked onto Jack's. It was impossible to know what was going on behind them, but Jack sensed that he had become the curiosity.
Finally, Manhattan said, "A name is just a representation. It's intangible."
5:
When Jack finally arrived, Ianto was more pissed than relieved. Jack spotted Ianto and eased his way through the already-dwindling crowd.
"Where were you?" Ianto asked. "Lori thought you wouldn't show."
"Sorry. There was a weevil."
"Well, at least you made it. Why do you have your coat buttoned like that?"
Jack's coat was buttoned up to his chest. He crossed his arms.
"Uh, yeah, things kind of got out of control back there. I didn't have a clean shirt with me."
Ianto's irritation melted away. He hadn't considered that Jack might have been hurt.
"Are you all right?"
"Yeah, fine. I'll have to ride home with you and Lori, though. We had the weevil in the back of the SUV, so Mickey dropped me off." Jack looked over Ianto's shoulder, and broke into a grin. He walked around Ianto and went to admire his portrait.
"This is really good," he said. "Our daughter's quite the artist, isn't she?"
"Well, find her and tell her that."
6:
"You know," Gwen says, slowly, like she's embarrassed, "I've heard there's this great-great-aunt on my mam's side who was psychic. When I was younger, I used to wonder if I'd inherited it."
7:
Wednesday night was movie night. The Master would have the Jones girl serve snacks, and he would show movies on the large screen in the Valiant's boardroom. Lucy would join him, and usually a few Toclafane would pop in, as well. The Master tried to choose movies with violence in them, because the Toclafane always found that amusing. He loved how pleased and excited they got; it was like having little children. Very charming.
8:
Jack got the news in an e-mail from one of his UNIT contacts. Jack wasn't used to getting interesting e-mails early on a weekday morning, so the subject "Torchwood One sex scandal!!!!" caught his eye.
9:
"Wouldn't be here," she said, "if I didn't think it were an invitation. I don't go around making assumptions, or being some wicked woman. But I think you mean for me to join you."
He raised an eyebrow and nodded, and she started taking off her clothes.
Post a sentence (or paragraph) or two from as many of your WIPs as you want, with no explanation attached.
1:
Jack climbed up into his own bunk, laying on his side so he could look out the window at the great view he had of the north wall and its barbed wire, all illuminated now in artificial orange-yellow light.
"My sister's coming to visit tomorrow," Ianto said, quietly, after a minute had passed.
2:
Ianto wasn't sure why they needed a paddle. Jack's thick wooden ruler did the job just fine. At least, it certainly left his arse red enough.
3:
"How is he?" he asked Owen.
Owen barely looked up. "How do you think?"
Jack tightened his hands around the railing. "I mean it. Is he injured or not?"
Owen hesitated. He looked at the wall. "He's fine."
"Good. Now go home. Ianto and I need to talk."
4:
"Before we get started, what name do you go by?"
Manhattan turned his head towards Jack. "I don't understand the question," he said.
Next to Jack, one of the UNIT generals scoffed. Jack ignored it. This was why he was here, after all: a freak to relate to the freak.
"I mean, what do you want us to call you? Doctor Manhattan? Dr. Osterman? Jon?"
Manhattan's eyes, white and pupil-less, locked onto Jack's. It was impossible to know what was going on behind them, but Jack sensed that he had become the curiosity.
Finally, Manhattan said, "A name is just a representation. It's intangible."
5:
When Jack finally arrived, Ianto was more pissed than relieved. Jack spotted Ianto and eased his way through the already-dwindling crowd.
"Where were you?" Ianto asked. "Lori thought you wouldn't show."
"Sorry. There was a weevil."
"Well, at least you made it. Why do you have your coat buttoned like that?"
Jack's coat was buttoned up to his chest. He crossed his arms.
"Uh, yeah, things kind of got out of control back there. I didn't have a clean shirt with me."
Ianto's irritation melted away. He hadn't considered that Jack might have been hurt.
"Are you all right?"
"Yeah, fine. I'll have to ride home with you and Lori, though. We had the weevil in the back of the SUV, so Mickey dropped me off." Jack looked over Ianto's shoulder, and broke into a grin. He walked around Ianto and went to admire his portrait.
"This is really good," he said. "Our daughter's quite the artist, isn't she?"
"Well, find her and tell her that."
6:
"You know," Gwen says, slowly, like she's embarrassed, "I've heard there's this great-great-aunt on my mam's side who was psychic. When I was younger, I used to wonder if I'd inherited it."
7:
Wednesday night was movie night. The Master would have the Jones girl serve snacks, and he would show movies on the large screen in the Valiant's boardroom. Lucy would join him, and usually a few Toclafane would pop in, as well. The Master tried to choose movies with violence in them, because the Toclafane always found that amusing. He loved how pleased and excited they got; it was like having little children. Very charming.
8:
Jack got the news in an e-mail from one of his UNIT contacts. Jack wasn't used to getting interesting e-mails early on a weekday morning, so the subject "Torchwood One sex scandal!!!!" caught his eye.
9:
"Wouldn't be here," she said, "if I didn't think it were an invitation. I don't go around making assumptions, or being some wicked woman. But I think you mean for me to join you."
He raised an eyebrow and nodded, and she started taking off her clothes.