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[Meme] Five Things
Mar. 3rd, 2011 09:24 amList the top five ideas/concepts/etc you keep in mind while writing the character that you believe are essential to accurately depicting them.
1. His loyalty goes to the highest bidder. So, if the good guys can give him more than the bad guys--he'll totally play for the good guys. But beware the knife that's aimed at your back. Now, the good guys tend to have the upper hand, as he values his freedom even more than money, but still.
2. He really didn't want to torture Rachel. But he did. He was really pissed she didn't break, because he didn't like keeping hurting her, and at the same time, he was proud of her. He's pretty sure he wouldn't do it again. Well, he knows he wouldn't for money. But put a gun to his head...he'd prefer them both get out alive? Pain can be recovered from. Bullets in brains not so much. He'd apologize a lot later?
3. He loved Irina like a mother, but knows she never loved him back. He loved Lauren, too, but he's pretty sure she was just using him for awesome sex and to piss off Michael. In fact, he's fairly certain no one's ever loved him ./until Rachel./until Baileigh. Maybe his actual mother did, but since he never knew her, there's no way to prove that.
4. He is a master of snark. He rarely has a conversation without it.
5. He doesn't know who he is outside of the reputation and image he's crafted for himself in the spy game.
1. His loyalty goes to the highest bidder. So, if the good guys can give him more than the bad guys--he'll totally play for the good guys. But beware the knife that's aimed at your back. Now, the good guys tend to have the upper hand, as he values his freedom even more than money, but still.
2. He really didn't want to torture Rachel. But he did. He was really pissed she didn't break, because he didn't like keeping hurting her, and at the same time, he was proud of her. He's pretty sure he wouldn't do it again. Well, he knows he wouldn't for money. But put a gun to his head...he'd prefer them both get out alive? Pain can be recovered from. Bullets in brains not so much. He'd apologize a lot later?
3. He loved Irina like a mother, but knows she never loved him back. He loved Lauren, too, but he's pretty sure she was just using him for awesome sex and to piss off Michael. In fact, he's fairly certain no one's ever loved him ./until Rachel./until Baileigh. Maybe his actual mother did, but since he never knew her, there's no way to prove that.
4. He is a master of snark. He rarely has a conversation without it.
5. He doesn't know who he is outside of the reputation and image he's crafted for himself in the spy game.
Happy birthday
Jun. 2nd, 2010 09:36 amEven with Adam making noise about heading out to the Hamptons this week (which means, more likely to be a party out there on the weekend than a Wednesday), Sark went ahead and swung by the house to drop off his gifts and a note.
I'm really not sure why you get two of these for everyone else's one. It must mean you're just twice as special. ;-)
Happy birthday.
Julian
With the card is a gift certificate for parasailing for 2 out in the Hamptons, whenever he'd like to redeem it. Nathan got the cool ability and all, but Sark figures Sylar and Mohinder might enjoy it. In the box is a Dead Fred pen holder. Because, really? What else does an assassin get a serial killer for his birthday?
I'm really not sure why you get two of these for everyone else's one. It must mean you're just twice as special. ;-)
Happy birthday.
Julian
With the card is a gift certificate for parasailing for 2 out in the Hamptons, whenever he'd like to redeem it. Nathan got the cool ability and all, but Sark figures Sylar and Mohinder might enjoy it. In the box is a Dead Fred pen holder. Because, really? What else does an assassin get a serial killer for his birthday?
Why she takes him back, time after time, Sark won't ever understand, because the deeper he falls in love with her, the more he knows he will never be able to say he's sorry enough for everything he puts her through.
Happy birthday, my love
May. 13th, 2010 08:00 pmAnother blue box (hey, why mess with what's working?) sits on the nightstand next to Baileigh's side of the bed in their hotel room. Breakfast has been ordered, as well, with champagne mimosas waiting for her to awaken. Adam's got the baby, so it's just them, some alone time they didn't get on their anniversary, what with it being Mother's Day and all.
The card under the box reads:
Happy birthday to the woman who I cannot imagine the world without. Today is for celebrating you, and for me to remind you how happy I am you were born, and I was the lucky one to find you. I love you, now and always.
Julian.
The card under the box reads:
Happy birthday to the woman who I cannot imagine the world without. Today is for celebrating you, and for me to remind you how happy I am you were born, and I was the lucky one to find you. I love you, now and always.
Julian.
A special day
May. 9th, 2010 03:33 pmHappy anniversary and Happy Mother's Day, my love.
Thank you for making all the dreams I never knew I had come true.
Love,
Julian
**As per usual, the note is accompanied by a blue box tied with a white ribbon.
Thank you for making all the dreams I never knew I had come true.
Love,
Julian
**As per usual, the note is accompanied by a blue box tied with a white ribbon.
1 question...
1 chance...
1 honest answer...
That's all you get. Ask me one question. Any one question, anything, no matter how crazy it is. An honest answer. No catch.
All comments will be screened so your question stays private between you and me, and only you will get to see my answer to your question. But I dare you to repost this and see what people ask you.
[ooc: they'll actually be fake screened, so other muns can enjoy reading, but consider everything automatically locked between Sark and your muse]
1 chance...
1 honest answer...
That's all you get. Ask me one question. Any one question, anything, no matter how crazy it is. An honest answer. No catch.
All comments will be screened so your question stays private between you and me, and only you will get to see my answer to your question. But I dare you to repost this and see what people ask you.
[ooc: they'll actually be fake screened, so other muns can enjoy reading, but consider everything automatically locked between Sark and your muse]
Summertime. Or, well, summer vacation to be more precise. It wasn't that I hated school or anything. It was fine. Learning was something necessary to get by in the world, and I managed to get by just fine among my peers when I put forth the effort. But the summers...in the summertime I got to go to Ireland, to Galway, and everything seemed like it had purpose. What I'd learned in math I got to put to use learning to break codes. What I'd learned in social studies I put to use studying the political movements across the globe. What I'd learned in science I used learning to build and defuse various weapons. Any sports got pushed toward real conditioning that would keep me alive. Archery became marksmanship. The awkward flirtations with the girls at the schools down the road was honed to become a weapon of a different kind. Languages got shown off and polished while we traveled around the globe. History had purpose in understanding the needs of my--her--clients.
It was the summers that gave shape to the rest of the year, the summers where the fun happened, the summers where the excitement lay. Everything else through the year was just preparation for the summer, for showing her how far I'd come, what I'd learned, what I was ready for. To make her proud.
Now they're just hotter days that follow and precede cooler ones with nothing to set them apart. Life itself sometimes has that whirl all the time the summers had, but even adrenaline rushes can start to become routine. Summer was something to anticipate, to plan for...and it's been a while since I've had something like that. Maybe that is just part of growing up, but there's still a sense of loss to it.
Then, again, maybe that's just the loss of her.
It was the summers that gave shape to the rest of the year, the summers where the fun happened, the summers where the excitement lay. Everything else through the year was just preparation for the summer, for showing her how far I'd come, what I'd learned, what I was ready for. To make her proud.
Now they're just hotter days that follow and precede cooler ones with nothing to set them apart. Life itself sometimes has that whirl all the time the summers had, but even adrenaline rushes can start to become routine. Summer was something to anticipate, to plan for...and it's been a while since I've had something like that. Maybe that is just part of growing up, but there's still a sense of loss to it.
[10spot] 233. Ten Movies
Feb. 16th, 2010 04:54 pm1. Ocean's Eleven
2. Ocean's Twelve
3. Ocean's Thirteen
4. Casino Royale
5. From Russia With Love
6. Quantum of Solace
7. The World is Not Enough
8. The Spy Who Loved Me
9. Goldfinger
10. License to Kill
2. Ocean's Twelve
3. Ocean's Thirteen
4. Casino Royale
5. From Russia With Love
6. Quantum of Solace
7. The World is Not Enough
8. The Spy Who Loved Me
9. Goldfinger
10. License to Kill
Christmas time!
Dec. 23rd, 2009 04:37 pm
For
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hearts_andminds:( Rachel )
For Post-Canon AU:
( Lauren )
For
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my_strappyshoes's verse:( Rachel )
For Choices 'verse:
( Baileigh )
Everyone else has envelopes as their gifts are all certificates for something or the other. Last year it was iPods, this year it's special certificates. What can I say? He got one for his daughter too, okay?
( Irina )
( Adam )
( Peter )
( Nathan )
( Sylar )
( Mohinder )
( Molly )
( Claire )
( Hiro )
( Annie )
He finally changed it up a bit:
( Hank )
( Cain )
And then finally, mailed to one Agent Michael Vaughn with no return address and a typewritten note: The 007 Experience. The note reads, "I thought you might enjoy getting to see what actually apprehending the bad guys feels like. Merry Christmas."
Honestly, this is just...ridiculous in so many ways.
[Choices-verse]
1. Baileigh
2. Irina
3. Adam
4. Sylar
5. Hank
6. Claire
7. Mohinderbecause Sylar would be unbearable if he lost him
8. PeterSee above, but substitute Adam
[Non-Choices 'verse]
9. Lauren
10. Rachel
[Choices-verse]
1. Baileigh
2. Irina
3. Adam
4. Sylar
5. Hank
6. Claire
7. Mohinder
8. Peter
[Non-Choices 'verse]
9. Lauren
10. Rachel
"I was just following orders."
It's probably one of the lamest excuses anyone can ever give, though it is the cry of underlings across the world and through time, is it not? From middlemen at corrupt corporations to Nazi guards at concentration camps; whether the crime was bilking people out of their life savings or genocide...it makes a convenient excuse, does it not? It denies responsibility nearly completely, shrugs off all autonomy, places the blame elsewhere. It's nearly the same as claiming victim status yourself.
"If I hadn't done it, someone else would have, and it might well have been worse."
Possibly this one was worse, though I can't be certain. I took responsibility, but tried to justify my actions. That it was the truth means little. That someone else would have done permanent damage where I tried very hard not to doesn't mean I did nothing wrong. It ties in to the first. I was following orders and I hadn't the spine to stand up to my employer and say no. I'm not the hero. That it would have been fruitless for me to do so, done nothing but gotten me either killed or fired, if Sloane was feeling generous, and done nothing to help her is meaningless.
The truth is, I didn't even try to argue with him. Whatever doubts I had, whatever wavering in convictions...it wasn't from any moral resurgence, and they weren't enough to overcome my own instinct for self-preservation or to stay my hand. There is no excuse for that. To even try to attempt one is, in itself, lamer than any excuse I could come up with would be.
It's probably one of the lamest excuses anyone can ever give, though it is the cry of underlings across the world and through time, is it not? From middlemen at corrupt corporations to Nazi guards at concentration camps; whether the crime was bilking people out of their life savings or genocide...it makes a convenient excuse, does it not? It denies responsibility nearly completely, shrugs off all autonomy, places the blame elsewhere. It's nearly the same as claiming victim status yourself.
"If I hadn't done it, someone else would have, and it might well have been worse."
Possibly this one was worse, though I can't be certain. I took responsibility, but tried to justify my actions. That it was the truth means little. That someone else would have done permanent damage where I tried very hard not to doesn't mean I did nothing wrong. It ties in to the first. I was following orders and I hadn't the spine to stand up to my employer and say no. I'm not the hero. That it would have been fruitless for me to do so, done nothing but gotten me either killed or fired, if Sloane was feeling generous, and done nothing to help her is meaningless.
The truth is, I didn't even try to argue with him. Whatever doubts I had, whatever wavering in convictions...it wasn't from any moral resurgence, and they weren't enough to overcome my own instinct for self-preservation or to stay my hand. There is no excuse for that. To even try to attempt one is, in itself, lamer than any excuse I could come up with would be.
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Nov. 23rd, 2009 03:54 pmApparently someone's lonely, and we'll be back in a day or two. Claire--call me so we can coordinate the menu, if you would. I was playing around with stuffing recipes and think I found one that worked really well.
From Claire and Adam
Oct. 16th, 2009 01:15 pmYour City is Singapore |
 You are young, vibrant, and a mix of many influences. You have a strong interest in other cultures, and you mix them in to your life. You may have a reputation for being strict or conservative, but you've really loosened up over the years. You know how to let loose and have fun, but you don't lose your head about it. You're still very responsible and together. You love to achieve and succeed in life. And you're certainly good at spending all the money you've earned. |
Not one mention of taking risks.
