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durham_knits) wrote2003-09-24 11:40 pm
durham_knits) wrote2003-09-24 11:40 pm
Angst!!
Eek! Have seen West Wing season premiere - eeeeeeek! Cannot stop bouncing in chair! Poor Leo! Poor President! Poor Zoey! Joshanddonna! Sad, sad music at end, with symbolism, and now I want to write a paper about it! Gah!
Will stop with exclamation points, really.
In honour of West Wing Wednesday, the first for parts of a drabble series entitled "Blackout":
Tough Ride (Toby, G)
Toby couldn't help but curse under his breath. The subway's overhead lights flickered once and plunged the car full of people into darkness. Down the way, a few children screamed. The train didn't start up again, nor did the lights come back.
He groped for his cell phone and, though he couldn't find a signal, pale lights began to illuminate the car from each businessman. The man next to him was hyperventilating.
He would definitely be late for the trade summit dinner.
A woman across the car glared over her phone. "Hey don't you work for Bartlet?"
Joy a critic.
Roughing It (Jed/Abbey, G)
"Abbey, this summit will smooth over argreements with OPEC."
She raised an eyebrow. "OPEC? Jed, it's a summit about Swiss exports. Zip me up. How can that -?" She stopped abruptly as the room plunged into darkness.
"Mmm, this won't be good," he remarked and wasn't surprised when the door of the suite crashed open. Agents with flashlights poured in.
"Stay right there, Mr. President. This location is no longer secure."
Abbey shielded her eyes. Her husband stuffed his hands in his pockets and gave a strained smile. "Well, at least we don't have to listen to the Swiss Ambassador."
Doorframe in the Dark (Josh, G)
He usually didn't spend time with assistants other than Donna, but with Toby visiting his father, Will driving in from the airport after his weekend Air Force Reserve duty, CJ doing press things, Leo staying in D.C. and Donna playing poker with the assistants... he played poker. He was down fifty to Donna the hand was essential to prove his talents...
All of a sudden, the hotel room was plunged into darkness. Ginger let out a shriek and Donna snagged his sleeve. "Oh my God, Josh, the President! He's upstairs!"
Another attack? Panicking, he stumbled and ran into the door.
Traffic (Will, PG)
The traffic was terrible though, New York City traffic was seldom anything else. Will banged on the steering wheel in frustration, though nothing would get him to the dinner faster. The cabbie in front of him simply wouldn't move. He should've taken the bus.
And then, just as the cab in front of him took off, he noticed lights turning off, everywhere. It wasn't overwhelming, due to daylight, but people started pouring out of a buildings. He had to get to the President.
Will hit the gas too fast, only realizing too late that the street lights were out, too.
Will stop with exclamation points, really.
In honour of West Wing Wednesday, the first for parts of a drabble series entitled "Blackout":
Tough Ride (Toby, G)
Toby couldn't help but curse under his breath. The subway's overhead lights flickered once and plunged the car full of people into darkness. Down the way, a few children screamed. The train didn't start up again, nor did the lights come back.
He groped for his cell phone and, though he couldn't find a signal, pale lights began to illuminate the car from each businessman. The man next to him was hyperventilating.
He would definitely be late for the trade summit dinner.
A woman across the car glared over her phone. "Hey don't you work for Bartlet?"
Joy a critic.
Roughing It (Jed/Abbey, G)
"Abbey, this summit will smooth over argreements with OPEC."
She raised an eyebrow. "OPEC? Jed, it's a summit about Swiss exports. Zip me up. How can that -?" She stopped abruptly as the room plunged into darkness.
"Mmm, this won't be good," he remarked and wasn't surprised when the door of the suite crashed open. Agents with flashlights poured in.
"Stay right there, Mr. President. This location is no longer secure."
Abbey shielded her eyes. Her husband stuffed his hands in his pockets and gave a strained smile. "Well, at least we don't have to listen to the Swiss Ambassador."
Doorframe in the Dark (Josh, G)
He usually didn't spend time with assistants other than Donna, but with Toby visiting his father, Will driving in from the airport after his weekend Air Force Reserve duty, CJ doing press things, Leo staying in D.C. and Donna playing poker with the assistants... he played poker. He was down fifty to Donna the hand was essential to prove his talents...
All of a sudden, the hotel room was plunged into darkness. Ginger let out a shriek and Donna snagged his sleeve. "Oh my God, Josh, the President! He's upstairs!"
Another attack? Panicking, he stumbled and ran into the door.
Traffic (Will, PG)
The traffic was terrible though, New York City traffic was seldom anything else. Will banged on the steering wheel in frustration, though nothing would get him to the dinner faster. The cabbie in front of him simply wouldn't move. He should've taken the bus.
And then, just as the cab in front of him took off, he noticed lights turning off, everywhere. It wasn't overwhelming, due to daylight, but people started pouring out of a buildings. He had to get to the President.
Will hit the gas too fast, only realizing too late that the street lights were out, too.