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Fanfic 100 "Fire"
Jul. 17th, 2006 08:41 pmTitle: Pitching In
Fandom: Roswell
Claim: Kyle Valenti
Prompt: 052. "Fire"
Word Count: 125
Rating: G
Author's Note: Takes place after the gang takes off in that little blue van.
( Pitching In )
Fandom: Roswell
Claim: Kyle Valenti
Prompt: 052. "Fire"
Word Count: 125
Rating: G
Author's Note: Takes place after the gang takes off in that little blue van.
( Pitching In )
Fanfic100 prompt - Star
Apr. 2nd, 2006 11:08 pmTitle: At the Stars
Fandom: Roswell
Claim: Kyle Valenti
Pairing: Kyle/Michael Guerin
Prompt: No. 46 "Star"
Word Count: 947
Rating: R for m/m hanky panky
Summary: Beer, a southern California night, and a couple of shooting stars lead to a little male bonding.
Author's Notes: Takes place after the gang left in that little blue van.
( At the Stars )
Fandom: Roswell
Claim: Kyle Valenti
Pairing: Kyle/Michael Guerin
Prompt: No. 46 "Star"
Word Count: 947
Rating: R for m/m hanky panky
Summary: Beer, a southern California night, and a couple of shooting stars lead to a little male bonding.
Author's Notes: Takes place after the gang left in that little blue van.
( At the Stars )
Dream home, huh?
Mar. 25th, 2006 08:11 pmI've never really given much thought to having a dream home, never mind knowing what it would look like. I guess, if I had to put something down on paper, my dream home would look like the house the Evans' lived in. Don't get me wrong; the house I grew up in was fine. But, really, it was a guy's house. Isabel and Max Evans lived in a real home.
So, yeah, I'd have a home like that. I'd have a wife, a couple of kids and maybe a dog. It's strange to think about ever settling down after being on the road for so long, but maybe that's what I need to do. Maybe Michael has the right idea.
Right now, I'm on a bus heading south. St. Louis was great. I had some decent meals, met some nice people and got to do some sight seeing. What more could a guy with no obligations ask for? The next stop the bus makes will give me the chance to either head to Los Angeles or to Tulsa. All I have to do is decide which destination to change my ticket to. I think the odds of me finding that dream home are better in Tulsa, but Los Angeles could be so much fun. Plus, it'll be easier to get lost in the crowd.
So, yeah, I'd have a home like that. I'd have a wife, a couple of kids and maybe a dog. It's strange to think about ever settling down after being on the road for so long, but maybe that's what I need to do. Maybe Michael has the right idea.
Right now, I'm on a bus heading south. St. Louis was great. I had some decent meals, met some nice people and got to do some sight seeing. What more could a guy with no obligations ask for? The next stop the bus makes will give me the chance to either head to Los Angeles or to Tulsa. All I have to do is decide which destination to change my ticket to. I think the odds of me finding that dream home are better in Tulsa, but Los Angeles could be so much fun. Plus, it'll be easier to get lost in the crowd.
Visiting Jason in St. Louis
Mar. 2nd, 2006 10:28 pmFor ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shifterschuyler
Kyle has never been happier to see a bus depot. Traveling on the Freeway Behemoth is usually pretty relaxing to him. He can read or write or sleep or chat up the stranger next to him until they change seats to get away from his annoying questions. But he realizes that when you actually want to get to your destination, riding the bus is an exercise in patience and self-control. Granted, it wasn't as bad as the cross-country flight he'd taken to see Michael in New York after the gang had gotten separated, but that was because he knew Michael would like him when he actually showed up. There's no telling if Jason will. So, on top of the impatience there's admittedly some anxiety. Buddha really doesn't help him with that.
Once he gets off the bus, happy to stretch his legs, Kyle digs into his pocket and pulls out Jason's number. First thing he'll do is find a payphone and give the guy a call. If he's busy, Kyle can still take on the town and do a little exploring. It's all good.
shifterschuylerKyle has never been happier to see a bus depot. Traveling on the Freeway Behemoth is usually pretty relaxing to him. He can read or write or sleep or chat up the stranger next to him until they change seats to get away from his annoying questions. But he realizes that when you actually want to get to your destination, riding the bus is an exercise in patience and self-control. Granted, it wasn't as bad as the cross-country flight he'd taken to see Michael in New York after the gang had gotten separated, but that was because he knew Michael would like him when he actually showed up. There's no telling if Jason will. So, on top of the impatience there's admittedly some anxiety. Buddha really doesn't help him with that.
Once he gets off the bus, happy to stretch his legs, Kyle digs into his pocket and pulls out Jason's number. First thing he'll do is find a payphone and give the guy a call. If he's busy, Kyle can still take on the town and do a little exploring. It's all good.
email to Michael
Feb. 22nd, 2006 11:02 amMichael,
Whoever invented cyber cafes needs some kind of prize from the entire human race. Or at least me. Anyway, just wanted to drop you a line to let you know I'm alive, fairly well and full of tea and a blueberry scone.
Hope you guys are managing to stay warm out there. I'm freezing my ass off but 'tis the season.
I'm heading to St. Louis in a couple of days. I'll check my email when I get there, but I know you're busy so don't worry about writing if you don't have the time.
Sorry for taking off like I did but I figured you'd understand. And it's not like I'll never see you again, right?
Okay, gotta go and check out what's the good word on the boards.
Take care of yourself, my friend.
K
Whoever invented cyber cafes needs some kind of prize from the entire human race. Or at least me. Anyway, just wanted to drop you a line to let you know I'm alive, fairly well and full of tea and a blueberry scone.
Hope you guys are managing to stay warm out there. I'm freezing my ass off but 'tis the season.
I'm heading to St. Louis in a couple of days. I'll check my email when I get there, but I know you're busy so don't worry about writing if you don't have the time.
Sorry for taking off like I did but I figured you'd understand. And it's not like I'll never see you again, right?
Okay, gotta go and check out what's the good word on the boards.
Take care of yourself, my friend.
K
After mulling it over for a bit, I've decided to drop _valentino_ from TM. Kyle was really only brought in as a favor and that didn't pan out. Unfortunately, I've gotten attached to the guy so anyone who wants to RP with him can continue to do so, but I won't be upset if that stops. I just didn't see the point in making him answer prompts every week when all he ever wanted to do was hang with his friends.
Plus, this'll free him up in TM and give the "real" Roswell pups a chance to bring in their own Kyle to include in whatever stories they're plotting. I have no clue. Never did.
I'm keeping his LJ, though, as it's the user name I have for my fanfic100 stories.
To whoever did actually say hi, thanks, it was fun. He's not a bad guy. He just had a bad mun.
_valentino_ from TM. Kyle was really only brought in as a favor and that didn't pan out. Unfortunately, I've gotten attached to the guy so anyone who wants to RP with him can continue to do so, but I won't be upset if that stops. I just didn't see the point in making him answer prompts every week when all he ever wanted to do was hang with his friends.Plus, this'll free him up in TM and give the "real" Roswell pups a chance to bring in their own Kyle to include in whatever stories they're plotting. I have no clue. Never did.
I'm keeping his LJ, though, as it's the user name I have for my fanfic100 stories.
To whoever did actually say hi, thanks, it was fun. He's not a bad guy. He just had a bad mun.
Checking in...
Feb. 14th, 2006 06:29 pmI'm alive! For the most part. Don't ask.
Just signing on in a pretty charming cybercafe in Madison, WI.
So...have I missed anything interesting?
Just signing on in a pretty charming cybercafe in Madison, WI.
So...have I missed anything interesting?
I want to thank everyone who gave me some room and understood the need to take a wee break. At the time, I really thought I wasn't going to ever come back to TM, and I had to think of a way to break it to the wonderful folks I've been playing with for all this time. It seems that just a few days away have made me pretty happy. So, if I'd chosen to quit now, it would have been because I was moving on to other things that didn't involve people who make me feel sick to my stomach.
However, I'm 85 percent sure I'm not going to quit. I lanced a huge emotional boil today and it felt pretty good.
Now, I have some tags to hit but I won't until I know for sure that the folks who sent them still want to play with me. Please email me at scrt.agt.man(at)gmail(dot)com to let me know. If you want to drop anything, I WON'T be offended, and this isn't a ploy for attention or whatever. I honestly want to know if I'll be wasting time (mine and yours) by tagging something you've lost interest in. That's happened to me enough in the past and I'm putting my foot down now. Don't tell me you're interested and then drop me, 'kay? Please. It really, really hurts, especially when I've gotten invested in your pups. :-) Consider this a "get out of jail free" card because I really don't want to feel like I'm subjecting anyone else to me. I'll leave the tag in my mailbox and just won't rep 'til I hear something, cool?
Thanks.
Me.
However, I'm 85 percent sure I'm not going to quit. I lanced a huge emotional boil today and it felt pretty good.
Now, I have some tags to hit but I won't until I know for sure that the folks who sent them still want to play with me. Please email me at scrt.agt.man(at)gmail(dot)com to let me know. If you want to drop anything, I WON'T be offended, and this isn't a ploy for attention or whatever. I honestly want to know if I'll be wasting time (mine and yours) by tagging something you've lost interest in. That's happened to me enough in the past and I'm putting my foot down now. Don't tell me you're interested and then drop me, 'kay? Please. It really, really hurts, especially when I've gotten invested in your pups. :-) Consider this a "get out of jail free" card because I really don't want to feel like I'm subjecting anyone else to me. I'll leave the tag in my mailbox and just won't rep 'til I hear something, cool?
Thanks.
Me.
Self meme on a bus
Feb. 10th, 2006 11:32 am
Kyle takes out a notepad and reads the questions he printed out. Bus trips are boring, he can't get into his email account, so he's forced to resort to doing this for entertainment.
1. Your Name: Kyle Valenti
2. Are we friends? I've known me my whole life, but I wouldn't say we're friends.
3. Do you have a crush/attracted to me? Does masturbation count as attraction?
4. Would you kiss me? And risk straining my lips? Um, no.
5. ...with tongue? Now I'm getting ridiculous.
6. Would you enjoy it? I'd rather be kissing someone else, truth be told.
7. Would you ever ask me out or go out with me if I ask you out? I always go out with me. I don't even have to ask.
8. Would you make a move on me in a movie theater? Depends on what's playing.
9. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you: I'm my own best friend by default. Though that's not interesting. I only like the cream in oreos.
10. Would you take care of me when I'm sick? I always do.
11. Do you want to tell me something that you couldn't before? Kyle, I think I smell. And I dress funny.
12. If you heard a rumor about me, would you defend me? Not if I started the rumor myself.
13. Do you think I'm a good person? Good is a relative term. I don't hurt others, so I'm good that way. But I leave no impression so I'm no good that way. As a person, I think I'm taupe.
14. Would you let me sleep with you (in the same bed)? I wouldn't dream of saying no.
15. Do you think I'm hot? No. Big no. No to the nth power.
16. Would you call me just because? No. I'd call me Kyle. Sheesh.
17. Would you ever listen to my problems even if they don't involve you? Considering my problems are very rarely about me, I'd say yes.
18. If you could change anything about me, would you? The shirt. I did mention I smell and dress funny, right?
19. Would you have sex with me? See number three, substitute "sex" for "attraction."
20. Would you come over for no reason just to hang out? I'd actually like to do anything BUT hang out with me.
21. What do you like most about me (looks and/or personality)? Are those the only choices? If so, I'd say lo...per...lo... Let's say those aren't the only choices. What I like most about me is that I know when I'm not needed anymore. I'm like the Lone Ranger or Kung Fu that way. I head out of town when my work is done.
22. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you? I've already filled it out for me so no need!
1. Your Name: Kyle Valenti
2. Are we friends? I've known me my whole life, but I wouldn't say we're friends.
3. Do you have a crush/attracted to me? Does masturbation count as attraction?
4. Would you kiss me? And risk straining my lips? Um, no.
5. ...with tongue? Now I'm getting ridiculous.
6. Would you enjoy it? I'd rather be kissing someone else, truth be told.
7. Would you ever ask me out or go out with me if I ask you out? I always go out with me. I don't even have to ask.
8. Would you make a move on me in a movie theater? Depends on what's playing.
9. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you: I'm my own best friend by default. Though that's not interesting. I only like the cream in oreos.
10. Would you take care of me when I'm sick? I always do.
11. Do you want to tell me something that you couldn't before? Kyle, I think I smell. And I dress funny.
12. If you heard a rumor about me, would you defend me? Not if I started the rumor myself.
13. Do you think I'm a good person? Good is a relative term. I don't hurt others, so I'm good that way. But I leave no impression so I'm no good that way. As a person, I think I'm taupe.
14. Would you let me sleep with you (in the same bed)? I wouldn't dream of saying no.
15. Do you think I'm hot? No. Big no. No to the nth power.
16. Would you call me just because? No. I'd call me Kyle. Sheesh.
17. Would you ever listen to my problems even if they don't involve you? Considering my problems are very rarely about me, I'd say yes.
18. If you could change anything about me, would you? The shirt. I did mention I smell and dress funny, right?
19. Would you have sex with me? See number three, substitute "sex" for "attraction."
20. Would you come over for no reason just to hang out? I'd actually like to do anything BUT hang out with me.
21. What do you like most about me (looks and/or personality)? Are those the only choices? If so, I'd say lo...per...lo... Let's say those aren't the only choices. What I like most about me is that I know when I'm not needed anymore. I'm like the Lone Ranger or Kung Fu that way. I head out of town when my work is done.
22. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you? I've already filled it out for me so no need!
Random Kyle thoughts
Feb. 10th, 2006 10:37 amWhy can't things go back to being the way they used to? I remember being happy with my binky.
If I created a duck/fox/chicken creature and taught it to lay bricks, could I call it a mason dixon?
Can a human being die of loneliness? If so, can I have his apartment when he does?
Why is that old guy considered more of a friend than I am? He's not even that hot. But he carries a gun. Big woop. Bottom line? Feds equal trouble.
What's wrong with getting a head start on one's next life by ending this one early? Early bird catches the worm and all that.
If absence makes the heart grow fonder, does presence make the heart grow colder?
Why isn't beer considered a power drink?
How many brush offs does it take before someone gets the picture (picture, painting, brush...get it)?
Why do I make lame jokes that only make sense to me?
And then why am I surprised that no one wants to include me?
If I spontaneously combusted in someone's face, could they light a cigarette off me?
If being lame and stupid were a disease and I lost a leg to it, would I then be lame squared?
How many buddhists does it take to change a light bulb? None. No one can change the bulb. It must want to change itself.
Why do I think that's funny?
If I could be invisible, would anyone notice or just think I was being quieter than usual?
If I got married, had a kid, died, came back as my own grandchild and then remarried my wife, would that make me my own grandfather?
If pennies were taken out of circulation, would vendors be forced to end prices with .95 instead of .99?
Why is that other old guy considered a better friend than I am? He's not even that hot. But he carries a gun. Big woop. Bottom line? Private dicks equal trouble.
Why am I so short?
No, seriously, why? Did I lose a bet or something?
Is heading to Vegas and getting married to a showgirl a bad idea? Even if she's really stacked?
Is it wrong to have impure thoughts about Keelia? And Isabel? Together?
Am I even gay? Bi? Buy? Bye?
So..if I were a pimp trying to pawn off a whore who swings both ways but I'm bidding the potential john farewell, I'd say, "Bye, buy bi."
Now I understand why I'm single.
If I created a duck/fox/chicken creature and taught it to lay bricks, could I call it a mason dixon?
Can a human being die of loneliness? If so, can I have his apartment when he does?
Why is that old guy considered more of a friend than I am? He's not even that hot. But he carries a gun. Big woop. Bottom line? Feds equal trouble.
What's wrong with getting a head start on one's next life by ending this one early? Early bird catches the worm and all that.
If absence makes the heart grow fonder, does presence make the heart grow colder?
Why isn't beer considered a power drink?
How many brush offs does it take before someone gets the picture (picture, painting, brush...get it)?
Why do I make lame jokes that only make sense to me?
And then why am I surprised that no one wants to include me?
If I spontaneously combusted in someone's face, could they light a cigarette off me?
If being lame and stupid were a disease and I lost a leg to it, would I then be lame squared?
How many buddhists does it take to change a light bulb? None. No one can change the bulb. It must want to change itself.
Why do I think that's funny?
If I could be invisible, would anyone notice or just think I was being quieter than usual?
If I got married, had a kid, died, came back as my own grandchild and then remarried my wife, would that make me my own grandfather?
If pennies were taken out of circulation, would vendors be forced to end prices with .95 instead of .99?
Why is that other old guy considered a better friend than I am? He's not even that hot. But he carries a gun. Big woop. Bottom line? Private dicks equal trouble.
Why am I so short?
No, seriously, why? Did I lose a bet or something?
Is heading to Vegas and getting married to a showgirl a bad idea? Even if she's really stacked?
Is it wrong to have impure thoughts about Keelia? And Isabel? Together?
Am I even gay? Bi? Buy? Bye?
So..if I were a pimp trying to pawn off a whore who swings both ways but I'm bidding the potential john farewell, I'd say, "Bye, buy bi."
Now I understand why I'm single.
On the road...
Feb. 8th, 2006 04:21 pmKyle stared at the menu.
Rocky Mountain Oysters
Really? Testicles?
"What can I get you, hon?"
Kyle looked up at the waitress, a surprisingly comforting combination of Flo from "Alice" and his third grade teacher.
"What's the special?"
"Lumberjack breakfast. Three eggs, steak, country potatoes, toast, pancakes and coffee."
Kyle's mouth watered as he listened to her. He'd miscalculated just how much money he'd have to get him through the trip. As a result, he was currently starving but using his old road trip tricks to negotiate for meals. He knew he could have tried using some magic tricks to get some cash, but he was trying to be as honest as possible since this particular trip wasn't a matter of life or death.
"Let's say I didn't have enough cash to cover the tab," he said, smiling sweetly at her. "Is there someone I could talk to about working it off?"
She lowered her pad and narrowed her eyes at him. "That would be me, sugar. But how do I know you won't just take off after you eat?"
"Ah," Kyle said, digging into his backpack and pulling out a watch. "My most treasured possession, given to me by my dad for graduation. I refuse to pawn it and I definitely won't leave without it. But, realistically speaking, if I take off, you can sell it and make way more than the cost of the meal."
Her expression softened a little. "Hon, do you need a job? I can give you something steady, you know."
Kyle smiled at the offer. He was amazed at how generous people were once you left the bigger cities and towns.
"Thanks, but I'm just passing through. Trying to find myself," he added with an embarassed chuckle.
"One of those," she said with a soft laugh of her own. "Okay, then. You can wash up some dishes for me once you're done eating. And if you do a good job, I'll give you something for the road."
Beaming at her, Kyle nodded and rubbed his hands together. "Then I'll take the Lumberjack breakfast, thanks, and I promise to do a good job." He paused. "And feel free to leave the testicles out of that to go order."
Rocky Mountain Oysters
Really? Testicles?
"What can I get you, hon?"
Kyle looked up at the waitress, a surprisingly comforting combination of Flo from "Alice" and his third grade teacher.
"What's the special?"
"Lumberjack breakfast. Three eggs, steak, country potatoes, toast, pancakes and coffee."
Kyle's mouth watered as he listened to her. He'd miscalculated just how much money he'd have to get him through the trip. As a result, he was currently starving but using his old road trip tricks to negotiate for meals. He knew he could have tried using some magic tricks to get some cash, but he was trying to be as honest as possible since this particular trip wasn't a matter of life or death.
"Let's say I didn't have enough cash to cover the tab," he said, smiling sweetly at her. "Is there someone I could talk to about working it off?"
She lowered her pad and narrowed her eyes at him. "That would be me, sugar. But how do I know you won't just take off after you eat?"
"Ah," Kyle said, digging into his backpack and pulling out a watch. "My most treasured possession, given to me by my dad for graduation. I refuse to pawn it and I definitely won't leave without it. But, realistically speaking, if I take off, you can sell it and make way more than the cost of the meal."
Her expression softened a little. "Hon, do you need a job? I can give you something steady, you know."
Kyle smiled at the offer. He was amazed at how generous people were once you left the bigger cities and towns.
"Thanks, but I'm just passing through. Trying to find myself," he added with an embarassed chuckle.
"One of those," she said with a soft laugh of her own. "Okay, then. You can wash up some dishes for me once you're done eating. And if you do a good job, I'll give you something for the road."
Beaming at her, Kyle nodded and rubbed his hands together. "Then I'll take the Lumberjack breakfast, thanks, and I promise to do a good job." He paused. "And feel free to leave the testicles out of that to go order."
