Sunday Six
Jul. 22nd, 2012 01:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
theron09Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.
(Haven't done this in a little while but I've actually done quite a bit of writing this week so yay!)
Quinn’s trying to decide whether to turn and go back down the stairs – he’s bleeding, it would be a strategic retreat – when he notices the symbol chalked onto the wall just next to his door.
It’s been a long time but he still knows what it means.
Inside Quinn’s apartment, Agent Barton of SHIELD has made himself comfortable. He’s stretched out on the couch, a beer in his hand and his bow resting on his stomach. Quinn snorts and pushes the door closed behind himself, grabs his first aid kit before dropping down into the chair opposite Barton.
“It’s usually polite to knock.”
(Haven't done this in a little while but I've actually done quite a bit of writing this week so yay!)
Quinn’s trying to decide whether to turn and go back down the stairs – he’s bleeding, it would be a strategic retreat – when he notices the symbol chalked onto the wall just next to his door.
It’s been a long time but he still knows what it means.
Inside Quinn’s apartment, Agent Barton of SHIELD has made himself comfortable. He’s stretched out on the couch, a beer in his hand and his bow resting on his stomach. Quinn snorts and pushes the door closed behind himself, grabs his first aid kit before dropping down into the chair opposite Barton.
“It’s usually polite to knock.”
