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May. 1st, 2005 @ 09:55 pm Trust Ficlet
Ficlet: Trust Me She Said
Rating: Gen
Warnings:None
Notes: Taking liberties with Lindsey's past. This scene is when Social Services comes to take the kids from the home. Lindsey is six years old. (He's told a few people in RP that they were all seperated once Social Services took them from their home. He doesn't make that clear in the ficlet because at this point it hasn't happened yet, but...well, it's important to note)
Word Count: 277

Trust Me She Said

Everything's gonna be just fine, kid," the social worker said strenly."We're gonna take care of you and your brothers and sisters." As if I would believe her because her voice didn't waver. As if I'd think she was some great person because she could look at the filth, and know what went on inside our house, and keep a calm, steady voice. Well, bully for her. Must be nice to feel nothing.

"Sister. There's only one girl." I reminded her. Devin was long dead.

"Right," she said sadly. I didn't want her pity. I lurched out of my chair and tried to attack her, because I needed to do something. I couldn't just sit there anymore and wait. I didn't even know what i was waiting for except Social Services was going to take us away. She caught me before I could lash out at her, and pinned my arms to my sides. I struggled, gnashed my teeth, desperate to get away, to hit her, hit something, anything.

"All right, Lindsey. It's all right," she cooed softly, and tried to make eye contact with me. I shook my head, continued to fight her grip on me. Being held was worse than just sitting."It's going to be okay," she insisted. I didn't have the strength to keep up the fight. I hadn't eaten for two days. I was hungry, I was tired. I was broken and defeated. I slumped in her arms and she pulle dme to her chest, cradled me there like some kind of helpless baby. "Shhh, now. Shhh. It's okay. I've got you. You're gonna be fine. Trust me."

Trust me, she said. Trust me.
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Apr. 9th, 2005 @ 10:16 am Topic: Treasured Possession
What is your most treasured possession and why?

My soul.

I could just leave it at that. Two words. I think it's pretty obvious why. My soul makes me who I am. It makes me care about things. Not everything. I have my flaws. I'm proud of those too. In a way.

But my soul...I've seen people without souls. Literally. It's not pretty. I don't want to be like that. Once upon a time, I was sort of like that. I did horrible things, and I gave the impression I didn't really care. But I did. I always did.

Wolfram & Hart own my soul. Or they will nce I'm dead. As long as I'm alive, it belongs to me. I didn't always listen to it, but I'm trying to make up for it now. I'm really trying.
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Mar. 20th, 2005 @ 08:06 am Something Wicked This Way Comes
What's the scariest thing that's ever happened to you?

Ficlet: Corey Never Listened
Rating: Mature Readers Only
Warnings: Child Abuse of the worst kind
Notes: Taking liberties with Lindsey's past

( I was born. That's really where it all began. )
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Mar. 6th, 2005 @ 07:26 pm I Love New York
Lindsey rented a car to drive down to New York. If he'd thought about it sooner, he might have tried to catch a ride with Keelia when she drove up to visit her parents. Could have saved himself some money that way. But he didn't know if Keelia would even go for it, if she would be comfortable driving with him like that.

So he rented the car, and made it to New York. Evan had suggested a couple different hotels, Lindsey chose the least expensive and booked a room there for a few nights.
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Mar. 6th, 2005 @ 11:36 am 5 Questions from Keelia
1. When will you finally be in New York? Not soon enough. I'm coming down this afternoon to look into apartments...
2. Would you sing something for me sometime? Anytime.
3. Standard question everyone is getting--do you think people do good things out of real altruism or self interest (because they should or it givesn them warm fuzzies or whatever)? I have to say...both, and I've walked both sides of the fence. Okay, mostly the self-interest side. But there have been times...like those kids...when Wolfram & Hart wanted to kill those kids because they had special powers, I couldn't let that happen. I went to Angel and company for help, and it was genuine concern for those kids. I've had my moments. But, yeah. I'll admit, most of the 'good' things I've done I did for self gain. I think most people tend to look out for number one first. It's human nature. But I'm trying to change that within myself. At least a little bit. Today, if I help a little old lady cross the street, I'd be doing it because I genuinely want to help her, not because there may be some reward for me on the other side.
4. What's your opinion on Jello? Slimey. Reminds me of...*Involuntary shiver* I just don't really like Jello.
5. Ewoks--cute teddy bears or cultural exploitation of primitive culture for comedic effect? Definitely exploitation of primitive culture for comedic effect. The movies will exploit just about anything for the comedic value.


**OC: Lindsey will provide questions to those who asked sometime today**
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Mar. 5th, 2005 @ 10:07 am 5 Questions Meme taken from...pretty much everyone
Leave a comment. I'll ask you five questions, you post the answers in your journal and leave me a comment with a link to the answers. Then let your friends request five questions from you.
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Feb. 21st, 2005 @ 10:44 am OOC
Gah. Lindsey apologises that he has not been active at all for a while. The mun has been sick, thus affecting Lindsey's concentration.

I'm going to the doctor today, me thinks, to get tproper meds to hopefully get this thing. Anyway, if Lindsey is needed drop me a note here. Hopefully he'll be back in play in a day or two.
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Feb. 7th, 2005 @ 07:09 pm This concerns me...
I am onl 94% myself? And 88% Lilah? 88% Kate? *Blinks*

You scored as Lindsey. Although you try to do what's right, you always seem to end up on the wrong side of the battle. You have a great singing voice though!

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Lindsey

94%

Lilah

88%

Kate

88%

Darla

63%

Holtz

63%

The Groosalugg

56%

Knox

38%

Jasmine

38%

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Jan. 31st, 2005 @ 05:44 pm Lawyer Talk
From here

With a fresh beer, Lindsey saunters into the living room and settles in a chair. Cat!Methos is rather amusing, but now that Wes had to leave because of trouble in New York, Lindsey kind of feels bad for him. He knows how frustrating it is to be helpless, but to be trapped in an animal form? Unable to speak? Lindsey can't imagine that.

But, there's not much he can do about it. Except be amused by the feline antics. And the brother's quick wit about the situation. Lindsey liked the man already. He was sharp and well dressed, and had an authorative air about him.
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Jan. 30th, 2005 @ 06:48 pm Two Topics: Home Sweet home and Happily Ever After
What's the furthest away you've ever been from the place you were born/created?
Wolfram & Hart. There is no place further that a man can go. Wolfram & Hart advertises itself as a reputable law firm. They are, more accurately, stealers of souls.
How did you get there?
Holland Manners 'hand picked' me when I was in college. He said he saw potential in me because I had been this poor kid who knew he had to work harder than everyone else. He knew I wouldn't disappoint him, and to my credit, I didn't.
Why did you go?
Because I was a poor kid who had never been given anything. Because Holland Manners offered me an opportunity I couldn't refuse. He offered me the world to hold in the palm of my hand. I'd be somebody at Wolfram & Hart. I'd have power.
Did you return or even want to come back to where you came from?
No. But neither do I want to be the man I was.


Describe what your "happily ever after" would be like
Happily ever after only exists in fairy tales, and my life has been anything but a fairy tale.
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Jan. 23rd, 2005 @ 09:42 pm Lindsey Moves In - Backdated to uh, when Lindsey moved in *g*
Wes had given him a key, so he could move in any time he felt like it. Well, there was no time like the present. Lindsey had only his guitar ad two small bags. Enough clothes for a week, very few belongings. He'd learnt to travel light, carry only what was necessary, and sometimes less.

The house was huge. But then, it would have to be huge to have an indoor pool. He let himself in and walked through the rooms with his bags on his shoulder, guitar in hand. He saved what would be his room for last, and stepped inside. He dropped his things by the door and just stood in the middle of the room.

He hadn't had a room of his own since he left the penthouse in LA. Well, there was that dive he had just last year when he went back to LA, when he was playing Spike for information. Other than that,he'd rented hotel rooms or slept in the truck before he went to Tibet. It was a nice feeling, having a place to call his own again, however temporarilly. He had no idea how long he would stay with Wes, or how long Wes would even want him to stay.

It still seemed a bit odd to him, and he wondered if Wes had ulterior motives. Like maybe he intended to keep an eye on Lindsey. Well, Lindsey couldn't blame him for that. Wes had every right to be suspicious of him. He didn't exactly have the best track record around Wes and his friends. And his word, when he said he'd changed, probably didn't mean a whole lot.

Lindsey sighed. Well, if Wes intended to watch him, maybe it wouldn't take so long for Lindsey to prove that he had changed. His intentions were for the good now, weven if he had no idea what he realy intended to do with himself. For now, he just wanted to enjoy the feeling of having a place to call home.
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Jan. 20th, 2005 @ 10:33 pm The Funniest Memory Topic...I Kind Of Went Off-Topic, But Here It Is
Describe your funniest childhood memory

Funny?

I don't remember laughing much as a kid. There really wasn't much to laugh about.

We didn't have much of anything when I was growing up, except each other and our vivid imaginations. I'm the second oldest of six, and when we were really little, we all slept in one room. We spent most of our time in that room or outside.

We played classic games like hide and seek and freeze tag, stuff like that. And it was fun, because we didn't know about board games or anything like that. We played 'Blind Man' in the creek, where one person had to keep his eyes closed and try to find the others without looking.

My sister Corey, who was older than me, liked to read. She'd read to us at night, or make up stories when the electricity was turned off and we didn't have a candle. She and I used to make up word games sometimes when the littler kids were sleeping.

Everything changed the year I was six. My brother Shannon came down with the flu. He and my sister Devin both died in December, just before Christmas.

Daddy lost the house that summer, and the four of us who were still alive were split up. My brother Brooke was little enough and got adopted, but he was killed in a car accident with his new family when he was nine.

Corey ran away from her new home, and no one's ever seen her since. It's just me and my brother Aubrie. He's still in Louisiana. I just saw him at Christmas time.

I don't have a lot of happy memories from childhood. There are some, with my brothers and sisters. But mostly it was rough.
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Jan. 16th, 2005 @ 09:08 pm Dawn's Song
Dawn's Song
Lindsey McDonald

Dawn, like the first light of the morning
Darkness fades, the beginning of a new day
Sunlight streaming in thew windows without warning
Bright light sent down to show the way

You're the key that unlocks the whole world
The wind whispers your name on the breeze
Softness and light, emotion swirled
This day is yours to seize

Chorus:
Dawn like the breaking of a new day
Your smile could stop the hands of time
An angel sent from above to show the way
Beauty like yours ought to be a crime
End Chorus

Dawn, there's a light in your eyes
Bright as the morning dew
Peaceful as the sunrise
Love and laughter, tried and true

Repeat Chorus


I changed it a little from what I said the other day when we talked, bt I hope you like it.
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Jan. 11th, 2005 @ 08:36 pm Moving On
"I thought you were going to stay here?" Aubrie McDonald stood by the door watching his brother pack.

Lindsey looked up, met Aubrie's intense blue eyes. "I can't stay here, Aubrie. You know that."

"No I don't know that. You don't want to stay here. There's a difference."

Lindsey shook his head. "I need a fresh start."

"You can get that here."

"Here, there are too many ghosts."

Aubrie didn't say anything for a moment, and Lindsey turned his attention back to packing. Not that he had a lot to pack. His clothes didn't even fill half his duffle bag. "Where are you going?" Aubrie asked finally.

"Boston," Lindsey answered and zipped the bag. "I've got...friends there."

"Friends?" Aubrie repeated, his tone stating clearly that he didn't believe it.

Lindsey nodded. "Yeah. Some people I knew in LA."

Another silence. Lindsey picked up his guitar case. Aubrie stepped aside to let Lindsey leave the room.

"Were you going to tell me?"

"No. I wanted to avoid this. I waas going to call you."

"That's just great, Linds." Aubrie sighed and rammed his hand through his hair. "Don't bother. Calling, I mean. Just go. Have a nice life."

"Aubrie..."

Aubrie went into his room and slammed the door. Lindsey stared at it for a long time before heading out the door to his old truck. He sat in the truck for a while before cranking the engine. It rumbled and sputtered, and Lindsey backed away from the apartment building.
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Jan. 9th, 2005 @ 08:43 pm Hmmmm...stolen from Wes' journal
Dominant
Dominant -- Top, Master, Dom, it's all the same to
you, and it's all about the power. The whip's
in your hand, the key's in your fist, but you
dread hearing your slave's safe word. One wrong
step and it's all over. Pretend all you like,
you're really the slave here.


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Jan. 9th, 2005 @ 07:46 pm Pretty accurate...
Perfect Evil
Perfectly Evil: You have achieved the evil we all
strive for, blunt honesty, independent thought,
and the evil of imagination. Other people will
be jealous of you, will admire you and will
despise you. For you, there is no shade of
gray, there is only black and white. The only
complexity is when the two flip-flop when you
don't expect it. As an angel, you haven't
fallen, maybe only tripped.


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The last line is particularly amusing.
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Jan. 7th, 2005 @ 09:51 pm 2004
Current Mood: annoyed
2004. Not my best year. Might even go down as the worst.

All you really need to know is this: The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated. I'm alive and well and living in the land of dreams.

Been laying low since that awful day in May. Cowardly, I know. But it was the only way to save my own ass. And if you know me at all, you know I'll do pretty much anything to save my own ass.

I spent some time in Tibet. Met a girl. Met a guy. Had my fill of both. Focused on the music. Climbed a mountain. Wrote a few songs.

So. Here it is. A new year. A new start. Or something.

Anyway, I'm back. And I don't care if I never see certain uh, individuals again.




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Dec. 19th, 2004 @ 04:27 pm Testing
Here's to hoping I'm legal soon...
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