http://anarchist-queen.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] anarchist-queen.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2009-12-06 10:56 am

The Roof, Sunday Morning

Leda, orphan with a mysterious past, looked out over the town that had been her haven for the past several months. The motorcycle gang that had been hunting her had yet to find her here.

She didn't know what they wanted, but she suspected it had something to do with the birthmark on her left shoulder. And maybe, there was a clue there to her true parentage.

[For the purposes of SOW, Leda is not currently an elf. Post is very open.]

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-12-06 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
ImageJacques needed a place to survey this land which surely would be his, and the top of the dorm seemed to be the most suitable place to survey. And cackle ominously.

That was important, too.

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-12-06 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hello, dear," he said with a smile. "It's a magnificent view, isn't it?" He looked over the edge. His stupid brother Jack didn't deserve any of this.

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-12-06 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, it's much more than that," he said, turning around to lean against the wall as well. "This whole place is magnificent. The view, the people..."

The view would be his, and the people would be his workforce as he put his fiendish actions into place.

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-12-06 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Jacques smiled a special evil-half-twin-brother smile. "The isolation?" he asked.

This place was fairly isolated, this roof.

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-12-06 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
He moved a bit closer. "And why would you want to get away from the world?"

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-12-06 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sounds like you want to get away from this place," he said, looking over the edge at the ground far below.

Well, that's one way.


[I have work now. Boo! Hiss!]

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-12-07 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, I'm sure we can arrange it for you to stay here always," he said, trying to stifle his evil laugh.

Faking being good was hard.

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-12-07 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm glad you like that plan," he said, approaching. The edge wasn't so far away.


[It would be a shame for fake!John to be tossed over the edge, no?]

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-12-07 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
It would be so easy. And there was no one around. But her contract was for several more episodes and the writers were sick of using ghost-guest-spots, so he wouldn't.

"The usual. Become the ruler of all I survey. And play with kittens." He was lying about the last part.

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-12-07 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, it is, but I'm up for the challenge," he stated confidently.

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-12-07 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"Consolidate all of the Burton International holdings, and move to take over the shipping lanes worldwide."

It was always his dream, once he was recognized as the legitimate heir.

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-12-08 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, what else is there?" he asked.

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-12-08 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Ooh. She had a point. "That is true," Jack's evil-half-brother-twin admitted. "Fun is the best thing."

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-12-10 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh yes, I've had a bit of fun already," he said, with a big evil grin.

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-12-11 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Besides running the world's largest shipping conglomerate?" he asked, as if that was the most fun thing in the world.

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-12-12 09:39 am (UTC)(link)
"You'll have to stick around to find out," he said, and turned to flounce walk away.

Cue dramatic music