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fic crises of various sorts
16 May 2004 08:08 pmMy internet was down for ages today, and as a result I actually got a small amount of work done. And watched Grosse Pointe Blank, which was wonderful and involved John Cusack and pretty weapons at the same time and Minnie Driver was not at all annoying and Ashie's DVD collection is my favourite thing in the world after leftover Italian food for lunch, which we had today.
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Someone who knows X canon? *prods* About what time in the year 1999 are the events of Rainbow Bridge?
FUCKING HELL MY FIC IS TURNING INTO ASHES. OR MAYBE IT ALWAYS WAS. AND IT WASN'T MEANT TO AND NOW I FEEL ALL HORRIBLE AND PLAGIARISING AND UNORIGINAL AND LIKE TOSSING IT ALL OUT THE WINDOW. Metaphorically.
The characters are utterly different personality-wise, the main plot premise is quite different...but I got halfway through my waking-up-from-coma scene and thought "Hang on, how the hell was Seishirou alive in Ashes? Wasn't it something to do with a coma?" (I haven't actually read said fic in about half a year or so) and went off to read it and am now sitting here staring at the screen feeling incredibly insecure.
Waaa.
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I am starting to like my Seishirou much more, however. He's funny. A bastard, but funny. Still sucks at imagery and I have given up on trying to insert any.
“I’m afraid I can’t answer those questions,” the other man said sympathetically. “I wasn’t here when you entered the hospital. But if you like, I can find someone who has access to the records of your entry.”
“Thank you. Can I have a cigarette?”
“This is a hospital.”
Seishirou gave him a level glare. “And?”
Sekitaro shook his finger playfully. “Those things’ll kill you, you know.”
Seishirou twisted the bedsheets between his hands and thought brightly of blood and murder. “If I survived the whopping great hole in my chest, I think I’ll survive a cigarette,” he managed.
“Now, now,” the nurse chirped annoyingly. “If you knew what they do to your lungs…”
The assassin closed his eyes and wondered if maybe he’d been sent to a bizarre form of hell.
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Someone who knows X canon? *prods* About what time in the year 1999 are the events of Rainbow Bridge?
FUCKING HELL MY FIC IS TURNING INTO ASHES. OR MAYBE IT ALWAYS WAS. AND IT WASN'T MEANT TO AND NOW I FEEL ALL HORRIBLE AND PLAGIARISING AND UNORIGINAL AND LIKE TOSSING IT ALL OUT THE WINDOW. Metaphorically.
The characters are utterly different personality-wise, the main plot premise is quite different...but I got halfway through my waking-up-from-coma scene and thought "Hang on, how the hell was Seishirou alive in Ashes? Wasn't it something to do with a coma?" (I haven't actually read said fic in about half a year or so) and went off to read it and am now sitting here staring at the screen feeling incredibly insecure.
Waaa.
~
I am starting to like my Seishirou much more, however. He's funny. A bastard, but funny. Still sucks at imagery and I have given up on trying to insert any.
“I’m afraid I can’t answer those questions,” the other man said sympathetically. “I wasn’t here when you entered the hospital. But if you like, I can find someone who has access to the records of your entry.”
“Thank you. Can I have a cigarette?”
“This is a hospital.”
Seishirou gave him a level glare. “And?”
Sekitaro shook his finger playfully. “Those things’ll kill you, you know.”
Seishirou twisted the bedsheets between his hands and thought brightly of blood and murder. “If I survived the whopping great hole in my chest, I think I’ll survive a cigarette,” he managed.
“Now, now,” the nurse chirped annoyingly. “If you knew what they do to your lungs…”
The assassin closed his eyes and wondered if maybe he’d been sent to a bizarre form of hell.
