Sunday, February 13, 2011
Glory Hole Carbon Monoxide
Just a post to say that I'm not dead and that, sooner or later come back to post fic on Leverage. During this time I run it. I know it does not take anything, but just the thought of there and put names and parameters change upsets me. For now I'm posting just a story per day for the challenge of Fanworld.it - and none of them, apart from those already published, are in the fandom of Leverage. So, in short ... I will return. Calmly, but I still hope within the month.
Fair enough it known to those who follow the stories.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Little Tikes Xylophone Music
Leverage. Nathan Ford. 095. Free Choice
Title: Voices bilge
Fandom: Leverage
Character / Couple: Nathan Ford
Other characters: Lt. Bonanno
Prompt: 095. Free Choice
Rating: G
Warnings: Flashfiction
Word Count: 596
Genre: Comedy
Synopsis: A valuable candelabra was stolen, and Lieutenant Bonanno has sensed a track ...
Table: Re black, white horse
Lieutenant Bonanno arrived in front of the apartment of Nathan Ford. He thought he heard the excited voices inside and that something big was moved. Jack soon as the ear, trying to figure out what was going on. However hard he tried, however, failed. That precious and antique candelabra only they could have stolen it, especially for sophisticated means and machinations that were put in place, he felt obliged - more as a policeman and as a man, he had to admit - to go and check what c ' entered them in all that business.
rang the bell.
The noise just before they disappeared instantly, the voices died away. It took about ten seconds before he heard footsteps approaching and that he be open. In front him, he had one - in every sense - disheveled and sweaty Nathan Ford.
"Lieutenant Bonanno," greeted him, leaning against the door frame. If he was amazed, I do not see those. "What good wind brings you here?"
Bonanno glanced inside, but Nathan stood in front, making it impossible to look at what happened in the apartment.
'It was stolen a valuable and very old candlestick, "he declared then. 'Is said to have belonged to George Washington himself. Now, the security systems were not violated and the only one who was seen with the owner in the last twenty-four hours is strangely you, Mr. Ford. Sa explain it? " showed him a photograph taken by a surveillance camera where you could see Nathan, dressed in a white suit and a tie from the floral pattern of questionable taste. The picture he had taken while she was performing in a really grotesque grimace.
Nathan shook his head, curling his lips into a grimace a lot of convincing. "Oh, no. But you know, Lieutenant, "he smiled, cheeky. "There are so many guys who look like me ... my face is a pretty common ... "
Bonanno he put the photo in the inside pocket of his coat. "Ford agrees not resist. I'll be back with a warrant, you know? "
" Yes, of course, return as well. "Nathan replied, oblivious. "I want to help, though, if I permits. "
Bonanno replied with a sarcastic smile. "Help me? If you want help, not hinder me. "
" I have no intention to hinder, perhaps - and just maybe - I know something that his candlestick. They are just rumors bilge, though. I can tell you what a little bird told me, nothing more. "Nathan is parried.
Bonanno pursed lips that guy was more blatant than what he already knew. "Take the bird sing, Ford." Snapped.
"As you wish." Said Nathan, helpful with a smile and very little to recommend it. Not that of a man who was innocent, he thought Bonanno. "This candlestick, perhaps, might belong to a poor old woman, whose last memory of her husband was stolen by that guy who, apparently, was robbed by a gang of thieves very smart. The guy said, long ago, the old fraud, which, to be able to pay its debts, was forced to sell the candle which was then bought back from this guy. The problem is that there is no evidence that fraud has taken place e. .. Perhaps the old woman could have asked for help because of the villains had returned the light, heirloom for generations. "stopped, grimacing and raising one shoulder. "George Washington, you say?"
glanced Bonanno's chilling. "Controller." He said.
"Good day." Wished him Nathan. "Oh, Lieutenant?"
Bonanno stopped by to take another step toward the elevator and turned around, asking with his eyes what he wanted, yet.
"It's not that ... know, for the favor ... could give me that picture? "
Title: Voices bilge
Fandom: Leverage
Character / Couple: Nathan Ford
Other characters: Lt. Bonanno
Prompt: 095. Free Choice
Rating: G
Warnings: Flashfiction
Word Count: 596
Genre: Comedy
Synopsis: A valuable candelabra was stolen, and Lieutenant Bonanno has sensed a track ...
Table: Re black, white horse
Lieutenant Bonanno arrived in front of the apartment of Nathan Ford. He thought he heard the excited voices inside and that something big was moved. Jack soon as the ear, trying to figure out what was going on. However hard he tried, however, failed. That precious and antique candelabra only they could have stolen it, especially for sophisticated means and machinations that were put in place, he felt obliged - more as a policeman and as a man, he had to admit - to go and check what c ' entered them in all that business.
rang the bell.
The noise just before they disappeared instantly, the voices died away. It took about ten seconds before he heard footsteps approaching and that he be open. In front him, he had one - in every sense - disheveled and sweaty Nathan Ford.
"Lieutenant Bonanno," greeted him, leaning against the door frame. If he was amazed, I do not see those. "What good wind brings you here?"
Bonanno glanced inside, but Nathan stood in front, making it impossible to look at what happened in the apartment.
'It was stolen a valuable and very old candlestick, "he declared then. 'Is said to have belonged to George Washington himself. Now, the security systems were not violated and the only one who was seen with the owner in the last twenty-four hours is strangely you, Mr. Ford. Sa explain it? " showed him a photograph taken by a surveillance camera where you could see Nathan, dressed in a white suit and a tie from the floral pattern of questionable taste. The picture he had taken while she was performing in a really grotesque grimace.
Nathan shook his head, curling his lips into a grimace a lot of convincing. "Oh, no. But you know, Lieutenant, "he smiled, cheeky. "There are so many guys who look like me ... my face is a pretty common ... "
Bonanno he put the photo in the inside pocket of his coat. "Ford agrees not resist. I'll be back with a warrant, you know? "
" Yes, of course, return as well. "Nathan replied, oblivious. "I want to help, though, if I permits. "
Bonanno replied with a sarcastic smile. "Help me? If you want help, not hinder me. "
" I have no intention to hinder, perhaps - and just maybe - I know something that his candlestick. They are just rumors bilge, though. I can tell you what a little bird told me, nothing more. "Nathan is parried.
Bonanno pursed lips that guy was more blatant than what he already knew. "Take the bird sing, Ford." Snapped.
"As you wish." Said Nathan, helpful with a smile and very little to recommend it. Not that of a man who was innocent, he thought Bonanno. "This candlestick, perhaps, might belong to a poor old woman, whose last memory of her husband was stolen by that guy who, apparently, was robbed by a gang of thieves very smart. The guy said, long ago, the old fraud, which, to be able to pay its debts, was forced to sell the candle which was then bought back from this guy. The problem is that there is no evidence that fraud has taken place e. .. Perhaps the old woman could have asked for help because of the villains had returned the light, heirloom for generations. "stopped, grimacing and raising one shoulder. "George Washington, you say?"
glanced Bonanno's chilling. "Controller." He said.
"Good day." Wished him Nathan. "Oh, Lieutenant?"
Bonanno stopped by to take another step toward the elevator and turned around, asking with his eyes what he wanted, yet.
"It's not that ... know, for the favor ... could give me that picture? "
Friday, January 28, 2011
Deputy Travis Junior Outfit
Leverage. Nathan Ford. 033. Post
Title: Too honest
Fandom: Leverage
Character / Couple: Nathan Ford
Other Characters: Alec Hardison
Prompt: 033. Too
Rating: G
Warnings: Drabble, Missing the Moment
3x01 Word Count: 112
Genre: Comedy
Table: Re black, white horse
"Do you realize that said he did not want to be free? I mean, you know it really that? I am really shocked, "says Hardison, without facing the new table that has replaced the sofa, watching the big screen with a map of the prison where he is detained Nathan. "You must be joking! Do not want! You ... is ... if we had promised the most innocent of the world, one would say, hey, why not? But he is doing? He says no, I'm a criminal, I have to pay, "snaps the tongue. "Here what you earn, to be honest too! You become stupid! And you never become stupid, you know, Parker? "She glanced
worried. "Okay." Promises.
Title: Too honest
Fandom: Leverage
Character / Couple: Nathan Ford
Other Characters: Alec Hardison
Prompt: 033. Too
Rating: G
Warnings: Drabble, Missing the Moment
3x01 Word Count: 112
Genre: Comedy
Table: Re black, white horse
"Do you realize that said he did not want to be free? I mean, you know it really that? I am really shocked, "says Hardison, without facing the new table that has replaced the sofa, watching the big screen with a map of the prison where he is detained Nathan. "You must be joking! Do not want! You ... is ... if we had promised the most innocent of the world, one would say, hey, why not? But he is doing? He says no, I'm a criminal, I have to pay, "snaps the tongue. "Here what you earn, to be honest too! You become stupid! And you never become stupid, you know, Parker? "She glanced
worried. "Okay." Promises.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Biggest Breasts In Bollywood
too useless and far too insane to put there
I started to read some fan fiction about vampires because I like to hurt me (in truth, I found some Bellini) and this question came to me spontaneously, because then I also reconnected to the famous Meyer's saga: why on earth should be so wonderful and exciting to be (and have the boyfriend) is a vampire with the appearance of a seventeen year old? This is fine if the girl is seventeen too. Because no girl a little 'bigger (I throw a number Random: twenty-three years) it would look, if you look like a dung beetle.
Let's face it: the boys at that age, they are neither fish nor fowl, too full of pimples in the complaint * *. Why the hell should become a vampire to be seventeen and Where's My Car? Suddenly, in the metamorphosis of the acne disappears and becomes a man? Ma .. had not said it looked like a seventeen year old?
Eventually, the young man who fell in love with the vampire will necessarily have to be a vampire and not because they could not otherwise be together for their lifestyles at the antipodes, for the passion and the blood of one of the absolute disgust of the other , due to low morale and an excessive other. You know, you are also wondering how two so I can only think of something to share, but are novels and fanfiction and everything okay. No, to be together should have more or less the same age, so that they can always look at each other's spots (no, do not disappear after death) for all eternity. What
then this also creates a big problem: you're a vampire hundred years old, good and maybe you can even give blood of alcohol and give a damn, but you can not because you have the face of a minor and any honest dealer will sell you.
sbrilluccicoso Maybe you're a vampire who wants to integrate into the community in which they live and exercise their right to vote, you can not because I look too young and then no one will give you the ballot. For the same reason you can not drive, or buy a house in your name or do anything in your name without an adult after having put his signature for you.
What bad luck, right? And you think you have forever seventeen years ... oh, eternal youth, the more fighezza and superhuman strength, maybe the ability to fly like Superman and Voldy. What is a home when you can easily steal a few dead killed by you? Attention to the tax authorities, however, and anyone with interest in the house, perhaps a relative trying owners disappeared. And be careful not to let you discover while searching the house or people who have no living relatives to break the soul (The excuse that you are a plumber does not work! You're too small, remember?).
I like vampires, and vampires when they are not ridiculous pucciosi with mental cravings and saws by teenagers (having the appearance does not mean to be, especially if You are over a hundred years or even more on the rump). But I believe that it is not easy to talk about and more to create a story where a teenage vampire is and has none of the problems mentioned above. So
I started to read some fan fiction about vampires because I like to hurt me (in truth, I found some Bellini) and this question came to me spontaneously, because then I also reconnected to the famous Meyer's saga: why on earth should be so wonderful and exciting to be (and have the boyfriend) is a vampire with the appearance of a seventeen year old? This is fine if the girl is seventeen too. Because no girl a little 'bigger (I throw a number Random: twenty-three years) it would look, if you look like a dung beetle.
Let's face it: the boys at that age, they are neither fish nor fowl, too full of pimples in the complaint * *. Why the hell should become a vampire to be seventeen and Where's My Car? Suddenly, in the metamorphosis of the acne disappears and becomes a man? Ma .. had not said it looked like a seventeen year old?
Eventually, the young man who fell in love with the vampire will necessarily have to be a vampire and not because they could not otherwise be together for their lifestyles at the antipodes, for the passion and the blood of one of the absolute disgust of the other , due to low morale and an excessive other. You know, you are also wondering how two so I can only think of something to share, but are novels and fanfiction and everything okay. No, to be together should have more or less the same age, so that they can always look at each other's spots (no, do not disappear after death) for all eternity. What
then this also creates a big problem: you're a vampire hundred years old, good and maybe you can even give blood of alcohol and give a damn, but you can not because you have the face of a minor and any honest dealer will sell you.
sbrilluccicoso Maybe you're a vampire who wants to integrate into the community in which they live and exercise their right to vote, you can not because I look too young and then no one will give you the ballot. For the same reason you can not drive, or buy a house in your name or do anything in your name without an adult after having put his signature for you.
What bad luck, right? And you think you have forever seventeen years ... oh, eternal youth, the more fighezza and superhuman strength, maybe the ability to fly like Superman and Voldy. What is a home when you can easily steal a few dead killed by you? Attention to the tax authorities, however, and anyone with interest in the house, perhaps a relative trying owners disappeared. And be careful not to let you discover while searching the house or people who have no living relatives to break the soul (The excuse that you are a plumber does not work! You're too small, remember?).
I like vampires, and vampires when they are not ridiculous pucciosi with mental cravings and saws by teenagers (having the appearance does not mean to be, especially if You are over a hundred years or even more on the rump). But I believe that it is not easy to talk about and more to create a story where a teenage vampire is and has none of the problems mentioned above. So
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