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Tweak says, "There is no try"

Krystle Harrison (omggirlonthenet) wrote in memebells,
@ 2012-01-13 20:23:00

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[rated] nc17, [rated] pg-13, [rated] r, [type] choices, [type] crack, [type] dark, [type] fluff, [type] memories, [type] serious, [warning] possible triggers

Good Ending/Bad Ending meme
Do you get a happily ever after? Or a 'Rocks fall, everyone dies'? Why not both?

* Post your characters and set up two scenes. One with an ideal setting (They got what they always wanted, hit it big, became rich and famous, etc.) and one with a bad twist of events (They're homeless, everyone hates them, maybe they're even dying!).
* Others respond to one of the two settings (Or both in different comments, if they want!)
* Respond.
* ???
* Profit!!!

Just remember: no ending is set in stone, good endings can turn sour, and bad endings can be made better. Just see where it takes you and enjoy the ride!

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lucky_no_7
2012-01-24 11:17 pm UTC (link)

There was a short bark of a laugh at that, surprised and shaking her head a moment later, "Less than thirty percent probability." She was well out of reach, and now that she wasn't as groggy as she'd been when she was first shoved in she was feeling a little cheeky, that and she liked being useful. Well, to a certain value of 'useful', since it wasn't clear if her less than thirty was in response to his mentioning a monster or mentioning escape.

She had plans on getting out, but given as how she was usually shut up in a helmet to keep her in sensory deprivation these were long-term plans, now though, they'd inadvertently given her an ally, or at least something to think about while she was shut up on her own again.

It wasn't long before one of the white-coats came to haul her away again, they'd probably replicate the experiment in a few days.

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	smash_stuff 2012-01-24 11:23 pm UTC (link)
	Well that didn't make sense, but it did peak his curiosity. Bruce frowns, blinking to try and clear his vision of her. "How do you figure that?" But they are taking her away already and another dose was being pumped into him. The room swirled back away as he tried to tell her to take care of herself. And so his imprisonment continues... (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

lucky_no_7
2012-01-25 12:21 am UTC (link)

She hadn't ever wished she had telepathy before, but she certainly did that night, at least, she presumed it was night, she wasn't sure how long it had been since she was outside, too long, that was all she knew. But she suspected it had been longer for him and she wished she could have been more comfort.

Some of them they wanted her to get probability of escape factors on had not only much higher probabilities, but much more destruction if they did get loose, but Bruce didn't belong there any more than she did, and she could see that.

It was a few days later that she was pitched into his room again, groggier than she'd been the first time, just stumbling and landing heavily on her side, grumbling as she levered herself upright again, dusting at her hands, "No." She glowered towards the door before the question could even be asked, knowing that they were watching.

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	smash_stuff 2012-01-25 02:32 am UTC (link)
	This felt faintly of deja-vu. Bruce struggles to sit up, still tired but a bit more determined. "Who are you? Why do they keep tossing you in here?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

lucky_no_7
2012-01-25 02:53 am UTC (link)

She'd been about to answer when whoever was outside asked the same question and she leveled her glower at the speaker box instead of the door itself: "It's the same, it's always the same, how can the prediction change if the variables don't?"

She shook her head, turning to Bruce then, knowing that she wouldn't have much time before they swooped in to take her away again, "I'm Lucy. They want to know what your likelihood of escape is, the same as they want me to predict for everybody."

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smash_stuff
2012-01-25 02:55 am UTC (link)

There's a sad sort of smile back at her. "Oh. You'd think they had ironed out all the bugs by now...sorry, hard to think on this." He lifts his IVed arm slightly, rattling his chains again. "Wish I could escape. But...maybe I belong in a cage." The only thing he had left was he didn't want them making any more like him. No more Hulks out there causing destruction.

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lucky_no_7
2012-01-25 03:14 am UTC (link)

A quick little grin as she inched closer, "Between you and me? They're worried that you'll build up an immunity." That was all it took to have another lab-coated technician storming into the room to wrangle Lucy, though she was laughing even while they got her noise-and-sight blocking headpiece on, "I changed your variables for you, bastards, ask me again tomorrow!"

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smash_stuff
2012-01-25 03:18 am UTC (link)

His eyes widen at that. It's almost like you can see the Hulk way down deep in them, grabbing onto that slim chance...and smiling.

Bruce on the other hand is a little frightened at the prospect. He doesn't get a chance to ask her about it though as they start dragging her away again. "Wait, no! Let her go!" It's the most he's moved since he first got here but Bruce struggles to his feet to get to the end of his leash, pulling on the manacles as they try to dose him again. He goes down on one knee but tries to reach for her anyway.

It's a double dose before he goes down, unconscious. This doesn't bode well for his captors.

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lucky_no_7
2012-01-25 03:31 am UTC (link)

It was almost a week before they let her at him again, and she went down hard, blinking blearily as if she'd only just had the helmet taken off outside the door, which was probably true. She was nursing a bruised cheek, faded now to a mottled yellow. She moved gingerly, rolling first to her knees and then to her feet, brow furrowed and lips moving, as if she were reciting something under her breath.

"Thirteen." She said almost as soon as the PA sparked on so the doctor could ask the question, "Told you I fixed them." She sounded tired more than anything, resigned.

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smash_stuff
2012-01-25 09:05 am UTC (link)

He's had time to think about what she said since then. Bruce wasn't sure she would be allowed back after that. This time, he doesn't dare move, not wanting to be dosed again. He didn't like the look of that bruise. In fact, he made an effort not to look at it, not wanting an anger reflex to up his heart rate.

"Can I ask your name? You visit everyone here? Or am I a special case?" Getting his questions out while he could.

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lucky_no_7
2012-01-25 06:46 pm UTC (link)

"I'm Lucy. And they do throw me at everyone here, most of them aren't as personable as you are." She turned her head towards the door for a moment, expecting their conversation to be interrupted again. There was another fading bruise across the side of her neck, looking almost as if someone had had her by the throat.

"They need me." She said with a shrug, turning back, "I can see everything that might happen." Another shrug, "Most things, anyway."

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	smash_stuff 2012-01-25 08:18 pm UTC (link)
	Give him a moment, he may be a genius level scientist but his thoughts are trying to swim upstream against the drugs. "....you can see what might happen?" Which the probabilities would make sense now. "If someone flipped a coin, you could call it every time?" How much had they told her about the types of people here? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

lucky_no_7
2012-01-25 08:34 pm UTC (link)

They hadn't told her much at all, but she'd figured out a little on her own. She nodded at the question, "More than 90 percent of the time, yeah. I'm not infallible, but I'm close."

She chewed at the corner of her lip, still trying to sort out how to give him information without the staff realizing it, "But what you have to remember, the part they don't seem to understand, if the variables stagnate, so do the chances. Things have to change to get a different answer."

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	smash_stuff 2012-01-25 09:20 pm UTC (link)
	He has an inkling that she's trying to help him. He's just not sure he wants to be helped. "...I'm not exactly safe to be around. If I get angry or frightened..." How does one describe the Hulk? "I change." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	lucky_no_7 2012-01-25 09:29 pm UTC (link)
	"So does everyone." She said, arms folding, almost curling in on herself for a moment, "Doesn't mean you belong here." She shook her head, "Some of them do, but not you. Not me." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

smash_stuff
2012-01-25 09:35 pm UTC (link)

"Not you, of course not.....not you..." He shifts a little uncomfortably. "....don't think you know how bad it could get if I did try to get out of here." He never likes hulking out, it's like pouring noise into your brain, working in overdrive, and he can never remember completely what he actually did while he was the Hulk.

But it was either that or spend the rest of his life here hooked up to a machine. Not a pleasant choice.

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	lucky_no_7 2012-01-25 09:49 pm UTC (link)
	"And I don't think you know what you're capable of." She replied quietly, though before she could follow that up with anything else her handler returned, "Got other appointments to keep, Seven. Let's go." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	smash_stuff 2012-01-25 10:00 pm UTC (link)
	Bruce tenses for a second when the door opens, thinking she was going to be dragged out again. His heart rate spikes and triggers another release of sedative and he groans, thunking his head back against the wall. "See you later..." he mumbles through the haze spreading across his vision. It was almost like he was getting used to it. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	lucky_no_7 2012-01-25 10:11 pm UTC (link)
	She smiled, quick and sharp and much more like she'd been the first time, "Count on it." It was a few nights later, sometime well after lights out, that she returned, slipping into his cell with that same crooked grin, giving a low whistle to get his attention. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	smash_stuff 2012-01-25 10:16 pm UTC (link)
	This he hadn't been expecting. His eyes open almost immediately at the whistle before he frowns in confusion. Sitting up as quietly as he can so as not to jangle his chains. "What...how did you get in here?" he whispers, not sure if they can be heard or seen. Presumably there was a camera still in here. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	lucky_no_7 2012-01-25 10:33 pm UTC (link)
	Another small smile, settling herself crosslegged on the floor near the door, "Someone forgot to lock my cage." She tapped a finger against her temple, not sure if he'd seen the helmet they usually kept her in or not. She kept her voice low, but didn't seem concerned, "They've got eyes and ears everywhere, from time to time, but not right here, not right now." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	smash_stuff 2012-01-25 10:38 pm UTC (link)
	The possibility that he was not being watched was exciting...but Bruce was careful not to get too excited, taking a slow breath before sitting up calmly. "Good to know. Who are you? I mean...they called you Seven." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	lucky_no_7 2012-01-25 10:43 pm UTC (link)
	She shot a glare at him, "I know they did. But that's a title, not a name." She was twisting her fingers in the hem of her shirt, shaking her head again, "My name's Lucy. Lucy Weaver, they aren't going to make me forget that, even though they're trying." She cocked her head then, almost a nod, "How about you?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	smash_stuff 2012-01-25 10:44 pm UTC (link)
	He rubs the bridge of his nose tiredly. "Bruce...Bruce Banner. I'm a scientist, or was." Till his experiment turned him into a monster. "Nice to meet you, Lucy." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	lucky_no_7 2012-01-25 10:51 pm UTC (link)
	"Nice to meet you, Bruce." She replied, leaning back against the wall, keeping an eye on him and an eye on the corridor outside, "Your chances are better than I keep telling them. Sometimes. It's ... complicated." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)