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01 April 2012 @ 02:03 pm
Sevens  
Pillaged from ms_artisan

1. Go to page 7 of your most recent WiP
2. Count seven lines down
3. Copy and paste the next seven lines of text


I'm working on three at once, so three sevens.

From Too Young For Heaven (Magnificent 7):
“Maybe we should brew one of yer fine healin’ teas there, Nathan. Sure it would make ya feel a whole lot better.” There was a bit of an evil gleam in Vin’s eyes.

Ezra chuckled and even Charlotte’s lips twitched at the rather vengeful tone underlying the sharpshooter’s words.

“Don’t need none! And there ain’t nothin’ wrong with my teas!” Nathan said firmly. “Y’all just don’t know what’s good for you.” He tried to get out of the bed again, only to have Vin push him back down one more time.

From White As Snow, Red As Blood(Highlander/Avengers):
"Is he all right?" she demanded, fear curling in the pit of her stomach. She hadn't heard from Methos in days. Had something happened? Jane had told her how Loki had tried to kill his brother, and that he had attempted to destroy an entire planet. Only Thor's intervention, destroying the Bifröst, had prevented it.

"For now," he said softly at her ear.

She pressed back against the table, instinctively reaching behind for the shears she knew were there, her fight or flight instinct choosing fight with no hesitation.

From At The Edge of Heaven (Queen of Swords):
“You are laughing at me.” She looked down at her hands. “Mock me if you will, but I shall continue with their lessons!”

“I am not laughing at you, Isabelle, and I would never mock you.” With a finger under her chin, he tipped her face up to meet his eyes. “It is an admirable thing you do. Just step carefully; there are many who are quite happy with the status quo.”

She sniffed. “I would like to see them try and stop me!” Whirling, she strode from the room.

Sighing, he said softly, “So would I, little sister, so would I.”
 
 
 
Black_Raven135black_raven135 on April 1st, 2012 08:11 pm (UTC)
From:
They Never Told Me It Would Be Like This
(based on Brendan Dean in 'Thoughtcrimes')

He had been marched down a passageway and when they arrived at
a door, they had thrown him inside. A smile played on his face
as the thought entered his mind that at least they had given him a 'private' cell, which was similar in size to a prison cell. The only light came from a small window at the top of a wall directly in front of him. There was no door, just
a heavy metal hatch with a peek hole at eye level so someone could spy on whoever was incarcerated in this lovely spot.