Poll Closed!
May 14, 2009
Poll
To no one’s surprise, the choice involving Bones is the winner.
Either I am going to have to stagger the options involving Bones, or I’m going to have to start coming up with WAY better voting choices for you guys. Harrumph.
Small Break
There will be a longer than normal pause before the next Choose is posted. I’m finding it difficult to focus on editing my large writing project because of all the smaller writing projects.
So! I am declaring a moratorium on new Choose posts until I get my butt in gear and come up with some sort of method for doing my editing!
(As much as I look forward to Choose, that should be a pretty significant motivation)
New Poll
May 6, 2009
New poll up and available for exactly one week.
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4. Rusty
May 6, 2009
Hank slouched against the bars of his cell and tried not to smirk. She should be coming down the hallway any minute now – that silver spoon from the bar. He’d told the officers that she was his sister. Since nobody else in the bar was able to identify her, they’d believed him. That meant that as soon as they prodded her from the miserable cot in that windowless cell they called a “Recovery Room”, she’d be delivered directly to his cell.
He examined his fingernails as his smirk deepened. Naturally, she’d be overcome with surprise and gratitude upon seeing him – he had, after all, saved her from Chesterfield. And, wonder of wonders, here he was again to rescue her from the shame and horror of being imprisoned.
Of course, he’d make sure there was some kind of reward involved. Enough to cover the usual bribe to grease the release papers for himself, Bones, and Miss Silver Spoon and then some. It wouldn’t be enough to pay off his debt to Ratchet, but it might be enough to appease the greedy fool until he could find paying work for his ship.
“She’s coming,” said Bones in an emotionless voice.
Hank spared his companion a quick glance. The ticker stood stiffly in the back corner of the cell, taking advantage of what shadows there were to obscure his appearance. He’d been in a black mood ever since they’d gotten arrested. Hank ignored him. Let him pout if he wanted. Hank’s plan was bulletproof. He had yet to meet the woman he couldn’t charm.
Sure enough, his eyes finally confirmed what Bones’ ears had already caught – his meal ticket, being escorted by a female guard. Quickly, he ran a hand through his shoulder-length wavy hair and prepared to full throttle the charisma.
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