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storypaint) wrote2011-05-31 11:08 pm
storypaint) wrote2011-05-31 11:08 pm
[Dead Like Me] pictures came and broke your heart (Rube gen)
Title: pictures came and broke your heart
Fandom: Dead Like Me
Length: 324 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Dead Like Me, Rube, stuck in another era
Pairing: Rube gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: Rube was good at survival (except for one time, and it only really took one time, one bullet). So he didn't say anything about the moving of the times, because he was so far from the world he knew, he might as well not be on Earth.
Rube was good at survival (except for one time, and it only really took one time, one bullet). So he didn't say anything about the moving of the times, because he was so far from the world he knew, he might as well not be on Earth.
Roxie complained about it. She noted the passing of fashions and the change in technology as if each new thing was created especially to slip her up. She watched the downfall of music on tapes and bemoaned the uselessness of her collection. Rube didn't begrudge her; Roxie was always bothered about something, and he was glad it was something simple.
"I'll lend you my phonograph," he offered wryly, which made her laugh and tease him about being a relic.
"Ain't you ever gonna get your lights, Rube? You'll still be here when we're ridin' around on floating motorcycles and talking to aliens."
"As long as we don't have to Reap them too," Rube said easily. He meant it, too. He wasn't sure where the lights would take him, but he knew Der Waffle Haus and how much money to put in a parking meter and all of the other little trappings of being a modern man. Sometimes he thought he wouldn't fit back into the world he came from. They'd know he was faking in a way that people just didn't care here, as long as you weren't hurting them somehow.
Roxie laughed. "I guess I'll have to start buying those CD things," she said, sinking back into her usual gloom. "All shiny and breakable. Nothing's the same anymore."
"Life moves on, as they say," Rube said, pulling off a sticky note. "Now here's an invention worth living until modern times for," he said, pressing it into her palm with callused fingers that had once held leather reins.
Roxie made a face. "Yeah, all right," she said, getting up.
Rube sipped his coffee and ordered another waffle. He had time.
Fandom: Dead Like Me
Length: 324 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Dead Like Me, Rube, stuck in another era
Pairing: Rube gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: Rube was good at survival (except for one time, and it only really took one time, one bullet). So he didn't say anything about the moving of the times, because he was so far from the world he knew, he might as well not be on Earth.
Rube was good at survival (except for one time, and it only really took one time, one bullet). So he didn't say anything about the moving of the times, because he was so far from the world he knew, he might as well not be on Earth.
Roxie complained about it. She noted the passing of fashions and the change in technology as if each new thing was created especially to slip her up. She watched the downfall of music on tapes and bemoaned the uselessness of her collection. Rube didn't begrudge her; Roxie was always bothered about something, and he was glad it was something simple.
"I'll lend you my phonograph," he offered wryly, which made her laugh and tease him about being a relic.
"Ain't you ever gonna get your lights, Rube? You'll still be here when we're ridin' around on floating motorcycles and talking to aliens."
"As long as we don't have to Reap them too," Rube said easily. He meant it, too. He wasn't sure where the lights would take him, but he knew Der Waffle Haus and how much money to put in a parking meter and all of the other little trappings of being a modern man. Sometimes he thought he wouldn't fit back into the world he came from. They'd know he was faking in a way that people just didn't care here, as long as you weren't hurting them somehow.
Roxie laughed. "I guess I'll have to start buying those CD things," she said, sinking back into her usual gloom. "All shiny and breakable. Nothing's the same anymore."
"Life moves on, as they say," Rube said, pulling off a sticky note. "Now here's an invention worth living until modern times for," he said, pressing it into her palm with callused fingers that had once held leather reins.
Roxie made a face. "Yeah, all right," she said, getting up.
Rube sipped his coffee and ordered another waffle. He had time.