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[Title] Thoughtcrime
[Fandom] Battle Royale/1984
[Rating] PG
[Notes/Summary] Battle Royale 1984 AU; Satomi knows her friends are fighting a losing battle, but is she any better? (I know that as the girls are Japanese they should be living in Eastasia under the Way of Self-Immolation, but that would've required too much original thinking.)
In the small part of Satomi's mind where she dares to think about things she shouldn't be thinking about
(which is called thoughtcrime and she knows it)
In that small part of her mind she knows that without Two Minutes Hate and the screaming and the fire rising up inside her she would be insane by now
(but what is insanity, really? Maybe she just means she would be in her own personal Two Minutes Hate all the time)
(No. Insanity means doing something to get herself vaporised, which is not -)
The stew is cold already and her chair wobbles no matter how carefully she sits down. Yukie is already there, plaits pinned up on her head, a concerned look on her face, a smudge of dust on her cheek. "How's your morning been, Satomi?"
(Yukie will be vaporised because Yukie asks too many questions. Not just How's your morning been, but other, stupider ones. Yukie asks too many questions and Yukie is not completely convinced that what she must think is what it is right to think. Which is also thoughtcrime)
Satomi makes some polite reply, which is drowned out anyway when Yuka slams down her tray next to them and says, "Will you look at this stew? I swear I've seen more edible stuff in gutters after Hate Week."
(Yuka will be vaporised because Yuka makes too many jokes and already she doesn't laugh only at what the Party tells her to)
"Don't." Yuko is just behind Yuka, her eyes huge in her bony face. "Please, Yuka... I already feel ill..."
(Yuko will be vaporised because Yuko can't quite believe that the Party makes everything all right, no matter how hard she tries. Yuko coughs every other word and her hands shake and when they hear about arrests she looks like she might cry. Yuko's doublethink skills are being tested too much by the physical evidence because Yuko is weak)
"Are you okay, Yuko? Don't listen to her." Chisato shakes her head at Yuka as she takes her seat.
(Chisato will be vaporised because Chisato is too kind to let the Party do what is necessary. One day someone will come to Chisato, and they will beg and cry and she will do the kind thing and that will be the end of her)
"Exactly," Haruka says, leaning over the table. "Some of us want to be able to finish our food quickly and get back to work."
(Haruka will be vaporised because Haruka cares too much about winning. Haruka thinks she will be fine because Haruka strives to be the best and strides out ahead on the hikes and plays sports and wears her red sash and hands out leaflets, but in the end the Party will ask her to lose, and she won't be able to)
(And Satomi?)
"The stew isn't so bad if you breathe through your nose."
(Satomi will never -)
(Satomi has already committed thoughtcrime)
(Satomi is not stupid. Satomi knows there is no reason why anyone sitting round this table should survive. But she will do anything she has to if there's any chance it could be her)
[Title] Duet
[Fandom] Chicago (movie)/Bugsy Malone
[Rating] G
[Notes/Summary] Two girls meet and talk before an audition.
Faint jingle of piano music. Blousey takes out her powder compact and checks her reflection. Again. Then she glances over at the other girl waiting in the corridor. Again. They're both blonde. Blousey figures her permanent wave is newer, but the other girl is well kinda you know prettier. Also the other girl is wearing clothes that look right. They're all faded and stuff but they look like the kinda stuff a singer should wear when she's not on stage. Blousey's clothes are too plain.
"You waiting here for the audition?" she says. It comes out sounding all sharp, but that's okay. Rather that than sounding all desperate to be liked.
A flick of the eyes. "Uh-huh."
"Me too."
A flicker of interest. "Oh? What's your name, kid?"
Blousey thinks it's rich being called kid when they can't be that much apart in age, but she shrugs and says, "Blousey Brown," cos smacking the girl in the face with her baseball bat would probably not get her the job.
"Oh. Blousey? That's... unusual." And a big, fat smirk.
On the other hand, smacking the girl in the face with her baseball bat would be kinda fun.
"What's your name?" she says.
"Roxie. Roxie Hart."
Which is the kind of name singers are supposed to have.
"You nervous?" Roxie says.
"A little, maybe." Blousey tries to sound bored now.
"Aw. This your first time?"
"No. I've been to a lot of auditions, actually." Right away Blousey wishes she hadn't said it, it makes her sound like a loser, but Roxie looks round at her properly now, smiles. "Me too. I'd love to actually get up on that stage. I've dreamed about it ever since I was a little girl."
"Yeah. Me too. I always -"
"Dancing up there," Roxie continues, "and everyone looking atcha and thinking, wow... everyone knowing your name..."
Blousey doesn't want Roxie to share her dream. Her dream is hers, and Roxie is words her mother uses, like sly and deceitful.
The office door swings open, and this guy yells something about how there's two broads here for the audition. As they get to their feet, Roxie smiles. "May the best girl win, huh?" And Blousey thinks again of her baseball bat.
40fandoms.[Title] Thoughtcrime
[Fandom] Battle Royale/1984
[Rating] PG
[Notes/Summary] Battle Royale 1984 AU; Satomi knows her friends are fighting a losing battle, but is she any better? (I know that as the girls are Japanese they should be living in Eastasia under the Way of Self-Immolation, but that would've required too much original thinking.)
In the small part of Satomi's mind where she dares to think about things she shouldn't be thinking about
(which is called thoughtcrime and she knows it)
In that small part of her mind she knows that without Two Minutes Hate and the screaming and the fire rising up inside her she would be insane by now
(but what is insanity, really? Maybe she just means she would be in her own personal Two Minutes Hate all the time)
(No. Insanity means doing something to get herself vaporised, which is not -)
The stew is cold already and her chair wobbles no matter how carefully she sits down. Yukie is already there, plaits pinned up on her head, a concerned look on her face, a smudge of dust on her cheek. "How's your morning been, Satomi?"
(Yukie will be vaporised because Yukie asks too many questions. Not just How's your morning been, but other, stupider ones. Yukie asks too many questions and Yukie is not completely convinced that what she must think is what it is right to think. Which is also thoughtcrime)
Satomi makes some polite reply, which is drowned out anyway when Yuka slams down her tray next to them and says, "Will you look at this stew? I swear I've seen more edible stuff in gutters after Hate Week."
(Yuka will be vaporised because Yuka makes too many jokes and already she doesn't laugh only at what the Party tells her to)
"Don't." Yuko is just behind Yuka, her eyes huge in her bony face. "Please, Yuka... I already feel ill..."
(Yuko will be vaporised because Yuko can't quite believe that the Party makes everything all right, no matter how hard she tries. Yuko coughs every other word and her hands shake and when they hear about arrests she looks like she might cry. Yuko's doublethink skills are being tested too much by the physical evidence because Yuko is weak)
"Are you okay, Yuko? Don't listen to her." Chisato shakes her head at Yuka as she takes her seat.
(Chisato will be vaporised because Chisato is too kind to let the Party do what is necessary. One day someone will come to Chisato, and they will beg and cry and she will do the kind thing and that will be the end of her)
"Exactly," Haruka says, leaning over the table. "Some of us want to be able to finish our food quickly and get back to work."
(Haruka will be vaporised because Haruka cares too much about winning. Haruka thinks she will be fine because Haruka strives to be the best and strides out ahead on the hikes and plays sports and wears her red sash and hands out leaflets, but in the end the Party will ask her to lose, and she won't be able to)
(And Satomi?)
"The stew isn't so bad if you breathe through your nose."
(Satomi will never -)
(Satomi has already committed thoughtcrime)
(Satomi is not stupid. Satomi knows there is no reason why anyone sitting round this table should survive. But she will do anything she has to if there's any chance it could be her)
[Title] Duet
[Fandom] Chicago (movie)/Bugsy Malone
[Rating] G
[Notes/Summary] Two girls meet and talk before an audition.
Faint jingle of piano music. Blousey takes out her powder compact and checks her reflection. Again. Then she glances over at the other girl waiting in the corridor. Again. They're both blonde. Blousey figures her permanent wave is newer, but the other girl is well kinda you know prettier. Also the other girl is wearing clothes that look right. They're all faded and stuff but they look like the kinda stuff a singer should wear when she's not on stage. Blousey's clothes are too plain.
"You waiting here for the audition?" she says. It comes out sounding all sharp, but that's okay. Rather that than sounding all desperate to be liked.
A flick of the eyes. "Uh-huh."
"Me too."
A flicker of interest. "Oh? What's your name, kid?"
Blousey thinks it's rich being called kid when they can't be that much apart in age, but she shrugs and says, "Blousey Brown," cos smacking the girl in the face with her baseball bat would probably not get her the job.
"Oh. Blousey? That's... unusual." And a big, fat smirk.
On the other hand, smacking the girl in the face with her baseball bat would be kinda fun.
"What's your name?" she says.
"Roxie. Roxie Hart."
Which is the kind of name singers are supposed to have.
"You nervous?" Roxie says.
"A little, maybe." Blousey tries to sound bored now.
"Aw. This your first time?"
"No. I've been to a lot of auditions, actually." Right away Blousey wishes she hadn't said it, it makes her sound like a loser, but Roxie looks round at her properly now, smiles. "Me too. I'd love to actually get up on that stage. I've dreamed about it ever since I was a little girl."
"Yeah. Me too. I always -"
"Dancing up there," Roxie continues, "and everyone looking atcha and thinking, wow... everyone knowing your name..."
Blousey doesn't want Roxie to share her dream. Her dream is hers, and Roxie is words her mother uses, like sly and deceitful.
The office door swings open, and this guy yells something about how there's two broads here for the audition. As they get to their feet, Roxie smiles. "May the best girl win, huh?" And Blousey thinks again of her baseball bat.
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Date: 2008-03-19 11:55 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-03-21 03:23 pm (UTC)First one was excellent. <33
Bahh. You win.
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Date: 2008-03-21 05:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-21 08:35 pm (UTC)But the other two commenters are right - the first one is AMAZING. Just ;alkwerp0setfkjhadgmnxcvzopiwaerpiuearyi;! Yeah, all that.
*has a slight 1984 fetish*
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Date: 2008-03-22 12:19 pm (UTC)