Monday, June 14, 2010
Blueprints Of An Off Road Buggy rossanaperrone @ 2010-06-14T22: 12:00
Happy Birthday, Mordant! For now only know you for what you write, that I love, and through Eugene. This is a fantastic way to meet great people, and I'm glad to meet you, even if not in person. I know there must already be 15, but is still here 14. I hope you had a great birthday. Big kiss from the Rio de la Plata!
Friday, June 4, 2010
Leroi 175sgeh Air Compressor Manual No Signal
We have several months to imagine and write fanfics. The latest episode of Supernatural left me many things, some good, some not. What I still have the same conviction in my usual OTP: Dean / Castiel. And I can think of many ways I would like to return to join in the 6th season. But obviously none of them can pass, so I developed fantasies. And I like to write, because it is the way I give them consistency. Therefore
not win anything with this. Supernatural belongs to Kripke and the CW. I just do for fun
Note: I am fascinated by Dean and Castiel talks on a cell phone, putting expressions are one of the things that make this pairing canon. So this fic is centered on cell phonesand the role they play in that very special relationship they have.
Warnings: Spoilers for the entire 5th in general, the 5x22 in particular, but nothing is mentioned explicitly. Suitable all age
No signal
"The cell phone that wants to communicate is off or out of coverage area." Again and again the monotonous female voice answered the call. I knew it, but still, every time I dialed the number, the fraction of his soul was not yet dead and empty lit up with a tiny flicker of hope. Until the impersonal voice brought him back to reality. And the cold darkness fell upon him again, wrapping it in a black cloak that suffocating, which is notcould escape.
Sometimes he wondered why it was so. I knew it would not help, and the subsequent disappointment was devastating, but still could not stop trying. As if you needed it, if only during the time separating the moment of pressing the speed dial until the voice responded, that tiny little flame re-ignite. I felt as if her heart beating again. Just two beats, rather than the mechanical voice stopped him again. But those two beats were enough to know he was still alive. Sometimes, to the disappointment to take longer to arrive, marking the numbers that had memorized one by one. Nor would anything. The answer never changed.
The two most important numbersmemory of his cell were forever unanswered. One of them even marked it, I knew it would be useless. But not erased, despite the pain it caused him. But the other ... could not resign themselves to never respond. Maybe someday ...
- Do not be stupid, "he repeated to himself. There is no coverage where you are.
It was a cosmic irony. The space around the Earth was full of communications satellites, but there was no mobile signal in Heaven.
After each disappointment, kept the unit and tried to get back to what was now his life. Not always succeed. But he tried. Never stopped trying, no matter how useless it was. That had always been his main characteristic: not renuncia ever. But he had found it easier not to give up to fight what he was struggling not to give the alleged perfect life living the American dream. Wife, son, house in the suburbs, to the dog. A stable job with a salary acceptable. And a pain so intense it made him cry at night, shouting that he had to choke on the pillow so as not to scare his wife and son. But he had promised and could not surrender.
At first she cried, when they could not see it. Now no tears left. Only emptiness and darkness.
never failed to bring the same cell. By the way, is lying to himself. You ever play again. For if ever, someone responded to his call.
The Cielor was a mess. They had managed to save the Earth, but the price was too high for everyone. Now he had an important mission to fulfill, and was respected by all, even feared, because he had been appointed by the Chief himself. A while back I would have felt very proud and honored by the distinction. But now, even if he tried, he could not see things the same way. Their perspective had changed, he was not sure what I ever thought was desirable. He had seen the world, Heaven and Earth through the eyes of humans. And everything had changed, he had changed. He was a senior now, and the special favor of the Chief. So special that had brought him back twice. Why was not happy? Why is felthours so useless, so empty? Why was such ridiculous things once considered sacred? He knew that he was deceived by such questions, because I knew the answers. When he returned, again with all power and all its glory, a part of him stayed on Earth. Part of your soul, your essence, your grace, or as it was called, was torn and was left behind. With him. Because even though he now had all his old powers improved and some new, a wider range than could ever imagine, respect, authority and even power of decision, it felt incomplete without this man who had changed forever the perception of the universe. And I could not give it up. Then I had a little secret. He had kept this artifact, a very poor substitute dand authentic communication that initially it had been almost comical, in addition to what had seemed difficult learning curve. Why had to press certain keys to communicate with anyone wishing? What did it mean to "you have 10 minutes available to talk? What happened when you had just 10 minutes? Not to mention the time that the device be turned off after a while emitting strange sounds, while a message appeared saying repeatedly "low battery". I had no idea what he had to do, until the man, laughing, he explained. He loved to make him laugh, even at the cost of their stupidity, because the man had so few reasons to laugh in his life, that those few moments were very valuableconfusing for both.
But finally learned. And when all known forms of communication failed, the small device was the most valuable tool ever had. It is true that much now served at the site where it was. "No Signal" was the only message that now appeared on the tiny screen. And of course if the battery is discharged, there could not be recharged. It was funny at that time the situation was so complicated, the destination mobile phone had worried more than anything else. Because in a way, the cell was the physical representation of the bond they shared. Through the magic device can talk to him again.
One day, by chance discovered a cabin reFugio at the foot of a snowy mountain in Canada. Electricity was produced by a generator that runs on fuel that came from dead things for millions of years. The cabin was isolated enough to bother anyone there. And best of all, he had a signal for the cell.
But none of his former superiors and subordinates now knew, when he was overtaken by the conflict to be resolved, lonely and misunderstood, he fled to the cabin, lit a fire, activating the phone and looked for a long time, waiting call he knew would not occur. But he would not give up hope that once the damn thing back to sound.
awoke in the middle of the night, a horriblenightmare, hearing the screams of his brother from hell. His heart ached and I could hardly breathe. It took a long time to recover, to locate where he was, and curse the life zombie wearing now. Had had enough. He rose as he had done so many times, climbed into his beloved Impala and drove away in the night.
drove for over an hour, until the anger and helplessness she felt gave way to pain. He stopped the car in a secluded place, no matter where, because the tears could not see the road. I could not do anything, he knew. But at least they would pretend he was fine, as he did every day. He left the car, and in a reflex action, from sheer desperation, he took the phone and dialed the number, remembering that where he isbath had no signal. Do not be surprised when he heard the ringing sound. And when his deep husky voice replied, he realized how much I had missed that voice.
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The sound of machine startled him. It was so not what I heard that I had almost forgotten what it was loud. No need to look the number to see who was there, because I recognized his divine essence. But he answered, because I needed to hear again the voice that both missed.
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--------
did not know how he got to saywhere it was. But before the end to explain it, there was his angel, just a few feet away, with blue eyes, long raincoat, shirt unbuttoned and his tie untied, and that way of looking at that made his breathing quickened and her heart beat again, more alive than it had been in a long time.
------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------- It cost
--------
to use his human voice had lost practice and came out more harsh than before. And he still struggled to find the benchmark that you had indicated. Even with all his powers restored was able to locate, because the marks that he recorded in his ribs pairto protect his teammates. But there was now back in front of him, so close I could look in her green eyes.
------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------- ------
slowly while looking at their eyes, dropped cell phones. It was not important who first killed the already minimal distance between them, who hugged her before the other, or what lips first sought to merge with others. Only care about the union of their bodies, which was only a pale reflection of the union of their souls.
not win anything with this. Supernatural belongs to Kripke and the CW. I just do for fun
Note: I am fascinated by Dean and Castiel talks on a cell phone, putting expressions are one of the things that make this pairing canon. So this fic is centered on cell phonesand the role they play in that very special relationship they have.
Warnings: Spoilers for the entire 5th in general, the 5x22 in particular, but nothing is mentioned explicitly. Suitable all age
No signal
"The cell phone that wants to communicate is off or out of coverage area." Again and again the monotonous female voice answered the call. I knew it, but still, every time I dialed the number, the fraction of his soul was not yet dead and empty lit up with a tiny flicker of hope. Until the impersonal voice brought him back to reality. And the cold darkness fell upon him again, wrapping it in a black cloak that suffocating, which is notcould escape.
Sometimes he wondered why it was so. I knew it would not help, and the subsequent disappointment was devastating, but still could not stop trying. As if you needed it, if only during the time separating the moment of pressing the speed dial until the voice responded, that tiny little flame re-ignite. I felt as if her heart beating again. Just two beats, rather than the mechanical voice stopped him again. But those two beats were enough to know he was still alive. Sometimes, to the disappointment to take longer to arrive, marking the numbers that had memorized one by one. Nor would anything. The answer never changed.
The two most important numbersmemory of his cell were forever unanswered. One of them even marked it, I knew it would be useless. But not erased, despite the pain it caused him. But the other ... could not resign themselves to never respond. Maybe someday ...
- Do not be stupid, "he repeated to himself. There is no coverage where you are.
It was a cosmic irony. The space around the Earth was full of communications satellites, but there was no mobile signal in Heaven.
After each disappointment, kept the unit and tried to get back to what was now his life. Not always succeed. But he tried. Never stopped trying, no matter how useless it was. That had always been his main characteristic: not renuncia ever. But he had found it easier not to give up to fight what he was struggling not to give the alleged perfect life living the American dream. Wife, son, house in the suburbs, to the dog. A stable job with a salary acceptable. And a pain so intense it made him cry at night, shouting that he had to choke on the pillow so as not to scare his wife and son. But he had promised and could not surrender.
At first she cried, when they could not see it. Now no tears left. Only emptiness and darkness.
never failed to bring the same cell. By the way, is lying to himself. You ever play again. For if ever, someone responded to his call.
The Cielor was a mess. They had managed to save the Earth, but the price was too high for everyone. Now he had an important mission to fulfill, and was respected by all, even feared, because he had been appointed by the Chief himself. A while back I would have felt very proud and honored by the distinction. But now, even if he tried, he could not see things the same way. Their perspective had changed, he was not sure what I ever thought was desirable. He had seen the world, Heaven and Earth through the eyes of humans. And everything had changed, he had changed. He was a senior now, and the special favor of the Chief. So special that had brought him back twice. Why was not happy? Why is felthours so useless, so empty? Why was such ridiculous things once considered sacred? He knew that he was deceived by such questions, because I knew the answers. When he returned, again with all power and all its glory, a part of him stayed on Earth. Part of your soul, your essence, your grace, or as it was called, was torn and was left behind. With him. Because even though he now had all his old powers improved and some new, a wider range than could ever imagine, respect, authority and even power of decision, it felt incomplete without this man who had changed forever the perception of the universe. And I could not give it up. Then I had a little secret. He had kept this artifact, a very poor substitute dand authentic communication that initially it had been almost comical, in addition to what had seemed difficult learning curve. Why had to press certain keys to communicate with anyone wishing? What did it mean to "you have 10 minutes available to talk? What happened when you had just 10 minutes? Not to mention the time that the device be turned off after a while emitting strange sounds, while a message appeared saying repeatedly "low battery". I had no idea what he had to do, until the man, laughing, he explained. He loved to make him laugh, even at the cost of their stupidity, because the man had so few reasons to laugh in his life, that those few moments were very valuableconfusing for both.
But finally learned. And when all known forms of communication failed, the small device was the most valuable tool ever had. It is true that much now served at the site where it was. "No Signal" was the only message that now appeared on the tiny screen. And of course if the battery is discharged, there could not be recharged. It was funny at that time the situation was so complicated, the destination mobile phone had worried more than anything else. Because in a way, the cell was the physical representation of the bond they shared. Through the magic device can talk to him again.
One day, by chance discovered a cabin reFugio at the foot of a snowy mountain in Canada. Electricity was produced by a generator that runs on fuel that came from dead things for millions of years. The cabin was isolated enough to bother anyone there. And best of all, he had a signal for the cell.
But none of his former superiors and subordinates now knew, when he was overtaken by the conflict to be resolved, lonely and misunderstood, he fled to the cabin, lit a fire, activating the phone and looked for a long time, waiting call he knew would not occur. But he would not give up hope that once the damn thing back to sound.
awoke in the middle of the night, a horriblenightmare, hearing the screams of his brother from hell. His heart ached and I could hardly breathe. It took a long time to recover, to locate where he was, and curse the life zombie wearing now. Had had enough. He rose as he had done so many times, climbed into his beloved Impala and drove away in the night.
drove for over an hour, until the anger and helplessness she felt gave way to pain. He stopped the car in a secluded place, no matter where, because the tears could not see the road. I could not do anything, he knew. But at least they would pretend he was fine, as he did every day. He left the car, and in a reflex action, from sheer desperation, he took the phone and dialed the number, remembering that where he isbath had no signal. Do not be surprised when he heard the ringing sound. And when his deep husky voice replied, he realized how much I had missed that voice.
------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------- -------
The sound of machine startled him. It was so not what I heard that I had almost forgotten what it was loud. No need to look the number to see who was there, because I recognized his divine essence. But he answered, because I needed to hear again the voice that both missed.
------------------------------------------------ --------------------------------------------------
--------
did not know how he got to saywhere it was. But before the end to explain it, there was his angel, just a few feet away, with blue eyes, long raincoat, shirt unbuttoned and his tie untied, and that way of looking at that made his breathing quickened and her heart beat again, more alive than it had been in a long time.
------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------- It cost
--------
to use his human voice had lost practice and came out more harsh than before. And he still struggled to find the benchmark that you had indicated. Even with all his powers restored was able to locate, because the marks that he recorded in his ribs pairto protect his teammates. But there was now back in front of him, so close I could look in her green eyes.
------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------- ------
slowly while looking at their eyes, dropped cell phones. It was not important who first killed the already minimal distance between them, who hugged her before the other, or what lips first sought to merge with others. Only care about the union of their bodies, which was only a pale reflection of the union of their souls.
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