Rating: MCR, rated NC-17 for sex and profanity.
Notes: Written 13th-18th March, 2008, with awesome instant karma provided by
fleurdeliser,
madelinesimone and
mrs_batman, without whom writing would be a whole lot less fun.
Disclaimer: The worlds I build exist entirely inside my head, and any similarity to real life is wholly a figment of your fevered imagination.
This is a work of pure fiction, centering on the public personas of people who are probably completely different in real life; neither infringement nor offense is intended.Songs to accompany parts 1-8.Songs to accompany parts 9-16.Because my life is about to get very insane over the coming weekend (I'm moving) I've decided to post part 13 now, and parts 14 - 16 tomorrow morning (Eastern time, 12 - 18 hours from now). I doubt I'll be online to answer any comments until Sunday night or Monday morning; but sometime after the desktop's set up at the new place, I'll be posting a follow-up to this, a short piece that takes place immediately after breakfast 'the morning after tomorrow'. Stay tuned. :)
Broken (13/16)by Random EpiphanyPart One: ShatteredPart Two: SunderedPart Three: IllustratedPart Four: BesiegedPart Five: ExiledPart Six: BurstPart Seven: ReorientedPart Eight: ReacquaintedPart Nine: OscillatedPart Ten: InflamedPart Eleven: EnfoldedPart Twelve: DisintegratedPart Thirteen: Persuaded"It's been a shitty day, and we've already lost more time than we're going to make up tonight, so we might as well just get a couple rooms and some real food and have a decent night's rest," is Bob's opinion, and everyone agrees; and, "It's Ray's crisis, so he gets to pick where we eat," Gerard decrees, and, "Japanese hibachi grill?" Ray says hopefully, and so it's an evening of sitting around the griddle watching the chef slice and dice and build flaming volcanos out of onion rings, and stuffing themselves full of fried rice and grilled veggies and various types of meat and seafood. And then there's an ice cream parlor in the strip mall adjoining the hotel, and somehow they find room for dessert, cones and sundaes eaten at the picnic table outside, and by the time they get back to the hotel - not the cheap motel just off the exit, but the much nicer Hilton a few blocks down, because y'know what, after a day like that, what the hell - by the time they're back in their rooms, everyone's feeling much better, relaxed and well-fed, frazzled tempers and trauma a thing of the past.
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