Sorry for not being around, y’all. Work has been a circus. I’ll try to reblog a meme or something today.
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Sorry for not being around, y’all. Work has been a circus. I’ll try to reblog a meme or something today.
hittcr:
“dammit. HARDISON. i ain’t askin’. pull it together. you’re gonna have more t’ deal with than my fist ‘f you can’t get a holda yourself.”
“O--oh, I see how it is. Y’see, this all comes down to respect. Now we’re gettin’ to the root of the problem. You don’t respect me, ya big bully. Here I am, layin’ everything out for y’all on a silver platter, and I’m gettin’ threatened. You know what? I don’t need this. I don’t deserve this. I’m a good person.” As he spoke, he typed furiously, hacking through the security system to unlock every door in Eliot’s path. Then, he short out the cameras. “There. Ya happy? Probably won’t even hear a thank you. Ungrateful...”
the extraordinary is in what we do not who we are
212: The Zanzibar Marketplace Job
↪The Bottle Job
differentsetofrules:
“I think I left the refrigerator open… Nate’s gonna kill me.”
“Who says Nate ever has to know? I gotchu, girl.” Hardison took out his phone, hit a few keys, and then held it out to show Parker the screen as a little robot rolled up to the fridge and nudged the door shut. “Age of the geek, baby. What’s good?”
Like this for a small starter (probably a one liner) to be distributed throughout the week.
hittcr:
“oh i got some words for yah. one in particular. starts with p. ends in h. and it’s aimin’ for your mouth.”
“Are you--was that a threat? Were you just threatenin’ me? I--I just can’t work under these conditions, man. I’m sensitive.”
212: The Zanzibar Marketplace Job
@mendaxress
“Woman, I’m tellin’ ya. I get so much as a hangnail, and I’m out. I work with these hands, you got it? They’re the money makers. I’m a hacker, I ain’t here for hammerin’ no nails. Nuh-uh.”
@hittcr
“Words, Eliot. Use your words.”
@noteliot
“Really? What’re you supposed t’be? Eliot two point oh?”
@mastermcnd
“Hoooo!” A sharp breath, a hitch of his shoulders, and Hardison shook his head. Shifting, he took comfort in the squeak of his office chair and reached for his orange soda. “You gotta warn a dude b’fore you just come in a room like that, ya feel me? Thought you was Eliot stompin’ up in here.” And he may, or may not have taken a little somethin’ from the fridge again.
I still need to work out a tag system. This blog is a mess. Three days old and already trash.
212: The Zanzibar Marketplace Job
Like this for a small starter (probably a one liner) to be distributed throughout the week.