| [voicesinmyhead] prompt #02 - family |
[09 Jan 2008|12:12am] |
I only have a daddy. Wenyan. He's a teacher at the Academy. He's not my biological father, but I don't know what happened to Joseph. I don't have a mother either, not anymore. I guess Joseph and Patricia are still on Beaumonde with Gang.
Maybe if I'm ever back on Beaumonde, I'll see if they're still there. I don't really want to, though, 'cause I have a new father and don't really need them anymore. Maybe I never needed them and I was always waiting for Daddy. I don't know. That's just how it is now.
I love him and would do anything for him. I would walk through fire for him without a second thought, because he would never tell me to do something that might hurt me. He's my father.
Muse: Laura Jellico
Fandom: Firefly (original character)
Word Count: 134
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| [the_muse_awaits] 02 - prompt 2 |
[07 Jan 2008|05:22pm] |
Laura doesn't like using poison in her jobs. It's not nearly as much fun as trying to crush someone's heart with her mind. But Daddy told her to use this poison specifically, or she could get into trouble. She doesn't ask why or what kind of trouble, though she wants to, and accepts the palm-sized flask from him. "Yes, Daddy," she says and slides it into her purse, a part of her disguise.
She's wearing make-up and her blonde hair is pulled back and piled on her head in curls, pins holding it in place and poking her. The knee-length black dress was silky, but itchy and she fidgeted with the halter-style top, fingers tugging at the straps. She wasn't comfortable in this at all, but it was necessary to get to the target.
It's ridiculously easy to follow the businessman from Ariel down the streets of Sihnon and she wonders why the Academy (or the Alliance) wants him dead, but it's not her place to ask. She falls back as he goes inside a bar, giving him a few minutes to get seated before following him in. He's seated at the bar and she smiles, thinking this has just gotten easier. Walking over to the bar, she gestures to a stool next to him, turning on her Companion-taught charms. "May I sit here?"
He doesn't look at her and she pouts, taking the seat anyway. She begins talking even if he isn't listening, flirting with him as best she can — she's never been really good at applying her Companion training — and finally, she taps his shoulder so he looks at her. She leans forward and kisses him, using her above-average dexterity to maneuver the flask of poison over his drink, pouring it all in the glass. He never notices even as she and she ends the kiss as abruptly as it was begun, getting up and leaving the bar. She stays in the shadows of the bar until she hears a commotion and a smile curls her lips up.
Maybe poison wasn't so bad after all.
Muse: Laura Jellico
Fandom: Firefly (original character)
Word Count: 349
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| [voicesinmyhead] prompt #01 - who are you? |
[07 Jan 2008|03:53pm] |
My name is Laura. I grew up on a ranch on Beaumonde. It was a nice ranch. We had a lot of cows. And a dog named Gang. It was great, but then I started getting into trouble. I almost burnt down the barn once. Joseph and Patricia didn't like that. Maybe that's why they let me go so easily. Maybe that's why I let them go so easily.
I liked it better at the Academy anyway. The training was strange sometimes and I can't remember all of it (only whispers of what happened), but it became my home. I didn't like the teachers though. I killed a lot of them. Accidentally, with my mind. With power I didn't know I had. I don't think they knew it either or they would have restrained me with a lot more than straps and shackles.
Or maybe they wouldn't have. Maybe they wanted me to break the straps and kill the teachers. Maybe it was just another test they wanted me to pass so they could turn me into what I am now.
An assasin. Someone who no one knows or cares exists, living only to kill her whatever target Daddy tells her to kill. I sometimes wonder if they know if they hadn't assigned Daddy to me, I would probably have killed them all. Then I decide it doesn't matter, because it's hypothetical, and Daddy's here. And I have another job to do.
Muse: Laura Jellico
Fandom: Firefly (original character)
Word Count: 242
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| [the_muse_awaits] 01 - prompt 2 |
[18 Dec 2007|09:40pm] |
For pain is perhaps but a violent pleasure? - Honore de Balzac
The first time I killed someone I was fourteen. I was angry and he wouldn't leave me alone. I didn't mean to kill him. I didn't know I could make a table move with my mind. But a part of me liked killing him. Liked having that amount of control over someone.
I didn't know how I did what I did. The teachers didn't know how I did it at first either. And when they did find out, they didn't tell me much of what was going on. They put me in "classes" so I could learn how to control it. They gave me new "teachers" so I could be tested and trained.
It was fun, training. I learned to lift things with my power. But sometimes, I didn't like the teachers, or the way they tried to control me. So I would threaten them, remind them that I was the one with the power. That I could move things with my mind. By the time I was fifteen, I could lift a fully grown man with my telekinesis alone.
At the time, they didn't realize how much fun I had threatening them, using my telekinesis, or how I enjoyed killing the stupid teachers. Four more died before I found one who understood me. He understood I liked to kill and promised to help guide me -- not control me. I liked him, still do. Despite how much pleasure I get from killing, I don't think I would ever be able to kill him.
Muse: Laura Jellico
Fandom: Firefly (original character)
Word Count: 267
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[16 Dec 2007|10:37pm] |
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what have i ( become? )
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