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Title: No Time Like the Present
Fandom: John Carpenter
Characters: Snake Plissken and Brazen
Prompt: 079: When? and

muse_playground 87. We desire nothing so much as what we ought not to have. - Publilius Syrus (~100 BC), Maxims
Word Count: 1,229
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Part of the Brazen/Snake series. Placement within the storyline can be found Here

Note Snake tells Brazen something unexpected.

( When had this happened? )

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Current Mood: loved
Current Location: Indian Territory, Central Nebraska

muse_playground: Mun's Turn: Pick a song that fits your character. Tell WHY it fits the character.

A song? Just one? Got to be kidding me. Snake and I are both into music so it’s like a double dose. I have play lists for everything; Snake vs. the government, Angry Snake, Happy Snake etc. It should be expected from a muse that is so in-tune with rhythm. One of the descriptions that always stuck with me was how Snake is very much altered by the beat of his pulse. Despite being due to the eye pain his pulse is often something he uses to pace himself.. I’m diverging. There really isn’t just one song.

I do try to limit the music I use to pre-1990. This is when, in Snake’s world, the governments and economies around the world really start collapsing. 2000 Hollywood is destroyed and shortly after Robertson takes office and puts a big ban on most music as immoral. So I try to stick with music that would fit to his timeline; 80’s, classic rock and early rock with some others tossed in. Still that doesn’t give a single song and I’m still off topic.

For lack of a song I’m going to go about this another way. Snake is AC/DC. He’s the gritty, harsh, sexually charged, fuck authority, always got to be the badass of AC/DC. Of any band they are the one’s that encompass Snake in all his moods. They can be his fuck authority side like Problem Child.

Some run
Some fight
I win they lose
What I need I like
What I don't I fight
N' I don't like you
So say bye bye
While your still alive
Cause your time is due
Cause I'm a problem child

His gun toting badass Big Guns which IMHO is a perfect song for Escape from NY and LA.

There's a bad man cruising around
In a big black limousine
Don't let it be wrong
Don't let it be right
Get in his way
You're dead in his sights
Big gun
Big gun number one
Big gun
Big gun kick the hell out of you
Terminators, Uzi makers
Shootin' up Hollywood
Snakes alive with a .45
Setting off and doing no good
If you ain't wise they'll cannibalise
Tear flesh off you

His depression like Love Song which I've always seen as the perfect song for Snake and Taslima or his sexual desire like The Honey Roll and You Shook Me All Night Long.

They even got a song called Snake Eye.

He is all that AC/DC’s music is. He is the ultimate badass rebel out for thrills with a pair of guns and an eye for the hot chicks. He’s also the violence of songs like This Means War. I love the song T.N.T. for Snake. It is just him through and through!

See me ride out of the sunset
On your colour TV screen
Out for all that I can get
If you know what I mean
Women to the left of me
And women to the right
Ain't got no gun
Ain't got no knife
But don't you start no fight
CHORUS:
'Cause I'm T.N.T. I'm dynamite
T.N.T. and I'll win the fight
T.N.T. I'm a power load
T.N.T. watch me explode
I'm dirty, mean and mighty unclean
I'm a wanted man
Public enemy number one
Understand
So lock up your daughter
Lock up your wife
Lock up your back door
And run for your life
The man is back in town
Don't you mess me 'round

Much better suited to him than any one song is the entire AC/DC box set. There is nothing better for him and outside of the soundtracks they are the first thing I reach for to listen to when I’m writing Snake. I can always see him rocking out to AC/DC while working on his bike or running over heist plans. Just about every word and every song fits him to a T.

Current Mood: happy
Current Music: The AC/DC boxset

( Dear Elvis Aron Presley )

Current Mood: nostalgic
Current Music: "I Can't Help Falling in Love With You" - Elvis Presley

'Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity'. -Henry Van Dyke

Snake stood in the cool air. April was brisk this year and snow was late. He needed it to clear his sense. Of late too much had been on his mind. Many of his memories had come back, things he had chosen not to remember because they were too painful.

The one that stuck was a single night he had blotted out. It was a lot like the one that was coming down with the setting sun. That long lost night had been a November night but he was outside wrapped in a blanket with the girl he’d only just discovered. She’d been there so long, a friend, more than a friend. Snake could almost feel Sophia’s hand on his cheek. Instinctively his hand came up to see if it was really there. Sometimes his mental condition, the vivid memories, were a godsend.

Snake sighed leaning heavily on the porch rail. He missed her more these days than he ever had but even that pain was shadowed by Taylor. When it came down to it that was who left the biggest hole in his life. That black hole burned through his soul had never healed. Snake had learned to love again, gotten past the ache of losing the woman who had his heart but he’d never learned to let anyone in as a friend. Iris had been close but even their friendship was but a sliver of the one he had shared with his childhood friend.

Snake leaned his head on the post watching the light of day slip away and the security light in the back sputter to life. Snake couldn’t shake the cold. Taylor haunted him with all those things they had shared that never came to be. Uncle Taylor was the one thing that he couldn’t forget. There were images trapped in his psyche of his best friend reading to his daughter and of Snake and Taylor teaching Solan to play football. Of course, even if Taylor was alive that was for shit with his shattered knee.

There were many who had told him over the years to forget the past and the pain but with it he would lose himself. Little of the young man was still alive in him. Chunks had been hacked out along the way. Plissken couldn’t give up anymore. The exchange was enduring the bad memories with the good. All were vivid, all were… they all were muddied by the syndrome.

Snake closed his eye focusing on the past. A smile slowly spread in his expression. His imagination had returned to the replaying impossibility. It was always Sophia and Xena talking about horses, he and Taylor chasing the kids down in a wild game of tag that always ended with him pinned to the ground, dogs and kids romping on him.

Snake couldn’t deny it. Despite all the new people in his life he still missed the people he lost, his friends. Snake’s eye opened to see his wife walking out to tell Argo goodnight. He watched her cross the lawn until she disappeared into the barn.

The past had been forgotten, all those lost dreams were washed away. His memories were replaced with the dreams that one woman had ignited in him, the ones his daughter and son kept burning. He could miss the past later, miss it for the rest of his life and it would never be real. This on the other hand, the moment and that long, gorgeous woman who just walked across the lawn was as real as it got.

Snake stepped down off the porch heading for the stables. Seize the day, they say and Plissken was ready to do just that. His dreams were waiting for him, probably in the barn kissing a palomino horse.

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Current Mood: rejuvenated
Current Location: Walking across the lawn
Current Music: Nighthawks

April Fools Day Prompt- Write a ficlet, a scene, a poem or whatever portraying your character the opposite of what they truly are. Change their gender, personality, belief system, whatever you choose or all of the above.

Note: If you're muse wishes to terrorize Female Cop!Snake feel free to though it is at your own risk. HEHEHEHE Snake hates me now but it should be fun.

( Someone is going to die for this! )

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Current Mood: cranky
Current Location: USPF HQ New York
Current Music: "Dude Looks Like a Lady" - Aerosmith

Snake lifted the edge of the cards eying the symbols carefully. He wasn’t much for cards but what he saw any idiot knew was good. The ace and king of spades sat under his finger tips. Now what to bet? Snake stared at the stack of bills wishing Taylor was here. He was a damned card shark. Snake on the other hand was more for dice and guns but this was all there was and he could use the extra cash before moving on.

He watched the other four bet and anted just a bit more, 100 bucks. Some brows cocked and Snake wondered if he’d put too much in. Plissken watched the cards coming around from the dealer. “Come on baby.” His mind chanted when the next card was set before him. Plissken hesitated and lifted it. The big, black “Q” brought a smile. Bluffing could go to hell at the moment. Just a jack and a ten, ( the impossible hand. )

Current Location: Just north of the Virginia boarder
Current Music: "Guerrilla Radio" - Rage Against the Machine

Topic: 59. Mun’s Turn- Here’s your chance to sound off about that muse in your head that drives you crazy, makes you ride an emotional rollercoaster, demands things happen their way even if you wanted to do something different with their storyline and all those other things our little darlings do to us, their slavishly devoted typists. Remember to post this as OOC (out of character).

I have other muses but none are as demanding as Snake. Not only is it his personality but I think it is due to the fact his movie is one of the first I remember seeing (superseded by only Planet of the Apes and Roustabout, which really does little to help since Snake has a fondness for Elvis.) Snake actually started to speak to me before any other muse.

As a writer, I put Snake off thinking he was too masculine, too much for me to write or that I would never get his voice. I really dreaded not having his voice perfect because I adore the character so much. I put him off for almost a year after starting Adira (my first online muse) . His voice never quieted no matter how much I ignored him. I really wanted a test run and had an OC Centauri spy who masqueraded as a human. He had no avatar at the time and I picked up Snake’s image for that. I had the character in play for a few months before Snake himself became so loud in my head I felt crazy.

My first foray into writing Snake was a piece where the OC ran into him on Mars Colony. From there on he wasn’t going to be silenced. He was slow to open up. At first his voice was only telling me what I needed to know and never anything too deep. It was a weird feeling of needing to gain his trust, as strange and mentally ill as that sounds. That feeling didn’t die and ever so slowly I got more deeply into his psyche.

Now I wonder why I didn’t pick him up first. His voice comes just as easily as my own these days. He hardly ever shuts up. The commentary on my daily activities and the shows I watch can be annoying at best. Have you ever tried to watch a press event from the White House on CNN with someone as rebellious as he is upstairs? I was never a follower as it was, maybe that’s why he came to speak to me in the first place?

He has a lot of short comings. He’s demanding, arrogant and though it is not always obvious he adores being the center of attention. Don’t believe that go look at how many comms he’s convinced me to put him in. Despite his bad side, he is honorable, honest, forthright and down to Earth. It makes writing him very easy. There is no guessing about what he means or how something should be portrayed though trying to convince him it would be better changed is like going to war with a Dall Ram. (Remember the Mountain Dew commercials? Very appropriate.) He’s also a plotter, always watching what everyone else is doing. It makes his interactions with others all the more interesting. Sometimes he’s nice and others so reactionary I wonder if he’s lost his mind. No matter what though there is a point, a strong stance he wants to make a point of. I admire that straight forward attitude and brutal honesty.

I watched an interview once where Kurt Russell was talking about Snake. He said something to the effect of: America loves outlaws, we always have, we have a soft spot for them. Some men like to be islands, some prefer to be islands. Snake is that Island we want to be. Snake is such a great character because he is one of those “what if” characters. What if you could be like Snake Plissken? You’d love to kick ass like that, love to not have a care other than for yourself. We’d all love to be Snake Plissken.

I can tell you right now those words couldn’t be more on the money if you tried. He is the unpatriotic, patriotic American, a man of honor and a man who stands for what he sees as right no matter what. We sympathize with that, we all want to be that and writing him is just as much his voice as touching something deep inside we are all afraid to be in the real world.

Titania
Keeper and Personal Secretary to Snake Plissken

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Current Mood: contemplative

"They warn you about killers and thieves in night
I worry about cancer and living right
But my mama never warned me about my own
Destructive appetite
- Jenny Lewis

( A Viper Underfoot )

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