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still_grrrTitle Five Accessories Cordelia Chase Couldn’t Live Without
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xlivvielockex
Rating PG
Word Count 500
Prompt 116: Armed and Dangerous April Free For All (Accessories)
Characters/Pairing (if any) Cordelia Chase
A/N: Written in July 2009, sorry if you've seen it before. :)
Fingering the silver cross around her neck, Cordelia briefly thought about the when and why she had gotten it. Given to for her Confirmation, after months of classes she didn’t pay attention in. Having religion looked good for her one of father’s clients. It was all about appearances.
She didn’t hear the footsteps behind her until it was too late. Suddenly there was a hand around her throat, cool, smelling like Earth. It was a brief touch as the hand jerked back, the man behind her screaming. She turned to see him clutch his hand and run away.
Thank God.
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It was supposed to be her summer vacation. Hours spent on the beach, working on that perfect tan, chatting up the hotties. The nights spent walking the narrow alleyways that were older than any antiques in her house.
It wasn’t supposed to be her, cornered in one of those thin alleys, looking for a means of escape from a drooling, hunching, reeking demon. It wasn’t supposed to be ruining her favorite sunhat as she yanked it down hard over the demon’s thick skull, trapping him in it, blinding him so she could escape.
Next year, she was going to Siberia.
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Cordelia wanted to test out her new purse. The sales lady told her it would be big enough to fit everything. She was kicking herself for loading it up with everything she could find, including her schoolbooks, especially now that The Scoobies were surrounded by a horde of giant ninja turtles. Giles called them Chelonians but she knew a ninja turtle when she saw one.
She swung her brand new Coach bag in a wide arc, smacking one of them in the head, crumpling it into a heap. She swung again, catching another.
Her textbooks were finally good for something.
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“Hold him, Cordy!” Angel shouted.
“With what exactly?” Calling back to him, knowing the demon was charging her way; Cordelia frantically searched the underground tunnel for something to hold the thing. It wasn’t like there was a net lying around.
“Coming your way.” Angel’s voice echoed through the tunnel towards her.
Pulling the pashmina from her shoulders, she twisted it, wrapping it upon itself to make a rope. She tied one end to piece of reinforcement steel poking through the brick, holding the other end to create a clothesline.
And people said they were useless and going out of style!
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Alone with the vampire, Cordy raised her sword, ready for him. She barely noticed the cross shaped scar on his palm as he brought his hand back to smack her. She dodged, spinning to the left, only to find him already there. He yanked the sword from her but she merely smiled. She took a step back, bringing her foot up quickly, heel planting firmly in his chest. He looked down at the gingham sandal with the peep toe, frowning, before exploding into dust.
Wooden wedge heels, Cordy knew they would catch on. She did, after all, know her accessories.
Title Five Roommates Dennis Had After Cordelia
Authorxlivvielockex
Rating PG
Word Count 500 (5x100)
Prompt 133 Unpack Your Adjectives August (Lonely)
Characters/Pairing (if any) Phantom Dennis, mentions of Cordelia, OCs
A/N: SPOILERS FOR THE COMICS! Written for Monster Madness (Ghost) at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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I.
The first was an elderly lady. She had hair the color and texture of cotton candy. Dennis swore if he looked closely, he could see the tiny crystallized sugars among the tightly coiled curls. Her cane was older than she was, the rubber stopper cracked and peeling off. The exposed unfinished wood leaving scuff marks on the floor. She hated the building noise and would spend every night pounding the cane on the walls, floors, and ceiling. Her family came one day and whisked her away. He was glad she hadn’t died here. He wasn’t ready for a permanent roommate.
II.
The second was a bachelor who would throw his potato chip bags and beer cans on the floor instead of the trashcan. Cordy had never been neat but she never lived in the filth this guy liked to wallow in. Dennis knew the puke stain that the guy had tried to cover up with a giant Budwieser throw was never going to come out. The smell of marijuana was stuck to the curtains, invading every fiber. He’d blast synthetic music with guys yelling about women in a sexual and violent manner. Dennis danced the day the landlord evicted the pig.
III.
Dennis could have grown to love the newlywed couple. They had stars in their eyes and dreams of fame and fortune. The wife reminded him so much of Cordy. She would go to auditions, come home exhausted and beat down by the rejections. Her husband was oblivious, hunched over his laptop, furiously typing “The Script That Was Going To Make Him Famous”. It wasn’t his fault really, when Dennis picked up the loofah out of habit while she was in the bath. He’d never get the screams out of his head and that was the last he saw of them.
IV.
When LA went to Hell, Dennis found himself with a glut of roommates. The vacant apartment was broken into and slowly people found their way here, one by one, looking beat up and worn down. Now he had a suffering crowd crammed into every available square inch of the apartment. They huddled against each other for comfort, scared and confused about what was happening to them. No one took notice of him. He had no ideas, no way to offer them anything but shelter against the tempest outside. Their numbers dwindled until there was no one left to come home.
V.
If asked, he wouldn’t have been able to tell how much time had passed. The damaged done by the cowering crowd after Hell-LA was never fixed by the landlord. Dennis couldn’t be sure there was even a landlord anymore. He spent most days in the dark, listening to the sounds of the outside world. There was no television to watch, no music to listen to, no one to look after. He had entertained the idea that if Cordelia had died during the apocalypse, she would have come for him, taken him to a new apartment in Heaven.
She never came.
Author
xlivvielockexRating PG
Word Count 500
Prompt 116: Armed and Dangerous April Free For All (Accessories)
Characters/Pairing (if any) Cordelia Chase
A/N: Written in July 2009, sorry if you've seen it before. :)
Fingering the silver cross around her neck, Cordelia briefly thought about the when and why she had gotten it. Given to for her Confirmation, after months of classes she didn’t pay attention in. Having religion looked good for her one of father’s clients. It was all about appearances.
She didn’t hear the footsteps behind her until it was too late. Suddenly there was a hand around her throat, cool, smelling like Earth. It was a brief touch as the hand jerked back, the man behind her screaming. She turned to see him clutch his hand and run away.
Thank God.
-----------------
It was supposed to be her summer vacation. Hours spent on the beach, working on that perfect tan, chatting up the hotties. The nights spent walking the narrow alleyways that were older than any antiques in her house.
It wasn’t supposed to be her, cornered in one of those thin alleys, looking for a means of escape from a drooling, hunching, reeking demon. It wasn’t supposed to be ruining her favorite sunhat as she yanked it down hard over the demon’s thick skull, trapping him in it, blinding him so she could escape.
Next year, she was going to Siberia.
------------------
Cordelia wanted to test out her new purse. The sales lady told her it would be big enough to fit everything. She was kicking herself for loading it up with everything she could find, including her schoolbooks, especially now that The Scoobies were surrounded by a horde of giant ninja turtles. Giles called them Chelonians but she knew a ninja turtle when she saw one.
She swung her brand new Coach bag in a wide arc, smacking one of them in the head, crumpling it into a heap. She swung again, catching another.
Her textbooks were finally good for something.
----------------
“Hold him, Cordy!” Angel shouted.
“With what exactly?” Calling back to him, knowing the demon was charging her way; Cordelia frantically searched the underground tunnel for something to hold the thing. It wasn’t like there was a net lying around.
“Coming your way.” Angel’s voice echoed through the tunnel towards her.
Pulling the pashmina from her shoulders, she twisted it, wrapping it upon itself to make a rope. She tied one end to piece of reinforcement steel poking through the brick, holding the other end to create a clothesline.
And people said they were useless and going out of style!
--------
Alone with the vampire, Cordy raised her sword, ready for him. She barely noticed the cross shaped scar on his palm as he brought his hand back to smack her. She dodged, spinning to the left, only to find him already there. He yanked the sword from her but she merely smiled. She took a step back, bringing her foot up quickly, heel planting firmly in his chest. He looked down at the gingham sandal with the peep toe, frowning, before exploding into dust.
Wooden wedge heels, Cordy knew they would catch on. She did, after all, know her accessories.
Title Five Roommates Dennis Had After Cordelia
Author
xlivvielockexRating PG
Word Count 500 (5x100)
Prompt 133 Unpack Your Adjectives August (Lonely)
Characters/Pairing (if any) Phantom Dennis, mentions of Cordelia, OCs
A/N: SPOILERS FOR THE COMICS! Written for Monster Madness (Ghost) at
good__evilI.
The first was an elderly lady. She had hair the color and texture of cotton candy. Dennis swore if he looked closely, he could see the tiny crystallized sugars among the tightly coiled curls. Her cane was older than she was, the rubber stopper cracked and peeling off. The exposed unfinished wood leaving scuff marks on the floor. She hated the building noise and would spend every night pounding the cane on the walls, floors, and ceiling. Her family came one day and whisked her away. He was glad she hadn’t died here. He wasn’t ready for a permanent roommate.
II.
The second was a bachelor who would throw his potato chip bags and beer cans on the floor instead of the trashcan. Cordy had never been neat but she never lived in the filth this guy liked to wallow in. Dennis knew the puke stain that the guy had tried to cover up with a giant Budwieser throw was never going to come out. The smell of marijuana was stuck to the curtains, invading every fiber. He’d blast synthetic music with guys yelling about women in a sexual and violent manner. Dennis danced the day the landlord evicted the pig.
III.
Dennis could have grown to love the newlywed couple. They had stars in their eyes and dreams of fame and fortune. The wife reminded him so much of Cordy. She would go to auditions, come home exhausted and beat down by the rejections. Her husband was oblivious, hunched over his laptop, furiously typing “The Script That Was Going To Make Him Famous”. It wasn’t his fault really, when Dennis picked up the loofah out of habit while she was in the bath. He’d never get the screams out of his head and that was the last he saw of them.
IV.
When LA went to Hell, Dennis found himself with a glut of roommates. The vacant apartment was broken into and slowly people found their way here, one by one, looking beat up and worn down. Now he had a suffering crowd crammed into every available square inch of the apartment. They huddled against each other for comfort, scared and confused about what was happening to them. No one took notice of him. He had no ideas, no way to offer them anything but shelter against the tempest outside. Their numbers dwindled until there was no one left to come home.
V.
If asked, he wouldn’t have been able to tell how much time had passed. The damaged done by the cowering crowd after Hell-LA was never fixed by the landlord. Dennis couldn’t be sure there was even a landlord anymore. He spent most days in the dark, listening to the sounds of the outside world. There was no television to watch, no music to listen to, no one to look after. He had entertained the idea that if Cordelia had died during the apocalypse, she would have come for him, taken him to a new apartment in Heaven.
She never came.
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Date: 2010-01-08 12:26 am (UTC)cordy full circle drabbles
love it
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Date: 2010-01-08 12:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-08 03:56 am (UTC)I do wanna know if they got together again after You're Welcome.
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Date: 2010-01-08 06:45 am (UTC)She never came. "
they made me cry..
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Date: 2010-01-08 06:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-13 10:08 pm (UTC)Also: oh, Dennis. Poor, poor guy.
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Date: 2010-01-28 11:53 pm (UTC)Wow. I can just see that old lady and the druggie. Love that he handed the loofah to the wife. ;-)
But the crowd looking to escape hell and then the poingancy of him alone, waiting for Cordy to take him away? Just amazing.
She never came. What a line.
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Date: 2010-01-29 12:07 am (UTC)I've seen Five Accessories before and was so glad to see it here. I'd never seen Five Roommates but it is amazing! I can totally see the old lady and the druggie and why Dennis would be glad to be rid of them. Love that he absentmindedly handed the loofah to the wife because she reminded him of Cordy. Also works as a good setup for the last scene.
All the people hiding there from hell until there was no one left to come home. Very nicely done.
But the last scene is the best. You do a wonderful job of describing how alone he is and then to say that she would have come for him if she'd died. Just amazing.
She never came. Incredible line.
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Date: 2010-01-29 12:10 am (UTC)OK, so now you know twice what I think of your stories.