char_he_mcgee

So, here's a thing that happened. This journal was once associated with the lovely and fantastic and ridiculously fun panfandom RP polychromatic. And then livejournal went and changed things vital to that RP. So, we've moved to Dreamwidth! This is us. Now, on this journal everything from the first entry to here was related to polychromatic, but since relocating, this journal isn't used for that anymore. It will now be used for verse related fun, memes, PSL stuff and whatever else Charlie wants to stuff into it.

Thank you for your time!

So, here's how this works. Put your iTunes on shuffle. The first ten (or however many) songs that pop up, list here with links to videos in case people haven't heard them. Let others pick a song and write a ficlet for it. And be sure to let me know if you want your character in it or not.


1: Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift
2: Stand In The Rain by Superchick
3: Falling by Iwan Rheon
4: War by Sick Puppies
5: Starlight by Muse
6: Something I Can Never Have by NIN (Flyleaf cover)
7: The Cave by Mumford and Sons
8: Turning Tables by Adele
9: I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing by Aerosmith (Pomplamoose Cover)
10: Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO (but it's an awesome cover with a violin so shh...)

[There is a purring sound. It's Hypnos, lying on the device again. Charlie's voice is muffled but she's seen enough of today's special bullshit to have a few words about it. And she doesn't know she's being recorded.]

Why are the craziest curses on days when I have shit to do? [A pause. Her voice gradually gets closer to the device.] Hypnos, would you stop lying on th--

[There is a hiss, probably one of the angriest sounds this cat has ever mustered and Charlie's swearing. Her tone is flat when she speaks again.]

...cute. The cat is cursed. That's fucking wonderful.

[Hypnos growls again, only slightly lazier than before.]

Keep it! Whatever. See if I care. [Except she sounds a bit annoyed, too. There is a shuffling sound, the cat probably playing with the Device or at least moving it and during the three seconds the video flickers on, it's obvious the cat took it to the cat tower. And then the feed ends.]

[It was their usual. Charlie'd head over to make dinner, help where she could whenever he needed a little extra heat for something and just generally goof off with Tony. She kept the workspace relatively clean, didn't touch a scrap of metal or a piece of wire or anything she thought he might need and even delayed going home by picking up a magazine to read while he worked. She looked at the clock at one point, noting it was around one AM. Neither of them had moved much in the past couple hours. He was tinkering and the magazine she'd been reading had kept her attention.

She should probably head home, though. Didn't want to be annoying or too much a pain in the ass. She stood, prepared to sneak out as she usually did. Charlie only had to take two steps before she realized something was wrong. There was a tug on her wrist and she glanced down, a bit alarmed to see the handcuffs. The other end was around Tony's wrist. She turned her arm slightly, trying to find some sort of release. There wasn't even a spot for a key.]

Tony, if you really wanted me to stay, you could have just asked.


[Yes, Tony. She thinks you did this.]

(ooc: video in case anyone wants to laugh at her/be as confused as she is/whatever.)

Naughty

-When I was seven, I pulled a girls hair at school because she grabbed the better crayons.
-Also when I was seven, set fire to my mothers oven mitts out of anger when she told me to go to bed. Her hands were still in them.
-Started lying about who I was, what I was doing and where I was going when I was ten.
-Set fire to a bunch of government agents.
-Set fire to the person that killed my dad.
-Set fire to 200 plus acres of private government property.
-Stole food.
-Stole an apple from a pig. (That didn't end well)
-Gave my green beans to the dog.
-Got back into the habit of lying about my name/life/pretty much every damn thing when I was sixteen.

Nice
-Punched a farm-hand that was trying to rob my grandparents blind. Twice. And then kicked him when he tried to swing at me. I was 15. He was 37.
-Refrained from torching him. That counts as something, right?
-Stopped lying since I got to the City.
-Helped my landlady put her tree up.
-helped her rethread her sewing machine.
-Brought her dinner.
-Made sure Tony's workshop was free of take out boxes and trash.
-Made him dinner when he was busy.
-Let someone awesome move into my apartment.
-Didn't set Nathan on fire for grabbing my ass during the mistletoe curse.


...this should just be one big "Stuff that Happened" list. Hardy any of it can be considered flat out naughty or flat out nice. [Not in her opinion, anyway. And since it's a curse, she just...goes with it, swearing slightly before the feed cuts off.]