Snake Plissken

Best gift today: napping with all the kids.

It’s the twin’s birthdays today. I got a lot of pride from them. They were more or less born on the run. They’re the first kids I’ve raised from being born and they’re growing so fast. Both are up and walking, can babble a few words. I can’t deny being the proud dad. I’ve always been that way with my kids. The twins though are a milestone for me.

This isn’t to say that I couldn’t list all my kids here. I could but today is that one year mark. They’ve made it through the period that it makes me extremely wary. Watching them grow and get a personality has been an experience. Amazing how much you can learn from a kid that small; for example, juggling a phone call, diaper change and a second baby all at once while trying to make sure the other one doesn’t steal your beer. I think my hand eye coordination may have got better over the past year.

I’m getting off track. I’m proud of them or maybe I’m proud of myself for keeping them alive so long. I don’t know for sure but when I look at them I get that cocky, self-confident pride I’ve been known for.

I’m a proud dad, can’t be helped.

( Circus Master )


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Make a list of things that you would leave to other people in the event of your demise.

Honestly ain't much to leave. Anything that could be "mine", including the shop is in my family's name whether it be one of my wives or Evie. I don't have anything in my name. Guess I'd leave the dogs to the family to care for. Same with Sela, Bonnie, Cleo and Anthony. Lucifer I'd give to Lucifer. My guns should go to someone who could use them. They've saved my ass more than once. I'd give them to Taylor but likely if I was dead he would be too. I'd probably leave them to Connie. As for the Warbird I'd probably give that to Will just to shock the shit out of him and my Rifle for Legolas so he could learn to use it and get up with the times. My wedding band could be Cassie's or Mia's for whomever she ever meets or just to wear. It was her grandfather's and her great grandfather's. Otherwise I don't have anything to leave to anyone. I don't really own anything.

Today's graphics challenge is... Baby Pictures! Post some pictures of your character's babies / future babies, pictures of your character as a baby, pictures of babies your character has eaten - interpret the topic however you like!


I don't particularly want to post these but Taylor's threatened to post them if I don't. Fix his sorry ass. Put him in here too.

( I really hate this )


( and some of the family babies. )

Title: Fathers
Fandom: John Carpenter
Characters: Snake Plissken and children
Prompt: 099: Writer's Choice: Bar Room
Word Count: 959
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Written for the muns of Snake's family
Summary: Snake has the kids for awhile and needs someplace to be.


( A game of Checkers. )

Written for laws_of_dawes


( All yours today )

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Create a photo album or scrapbook page(s) for your character. Bonus. write a piece involving it.


( Scrapy )

Snake got tired of the box sitting in the bedroom. He knew what it was. All the wedding gifts that they hadn't put away yet. Things for the new baby or summer that just didn't demand attention. Plissken glared at it before getting up off the bed to open it. He took out the gifts and set them aside by function or where they should be stored. He was about half way through when he unfolded the enormous fleece blanket Cassie had gotten them as a wedding present. He smiled but what was inside made him damn near cry. He didn't know why. It was a simple gift that Essy had made for him specifically. Bria had one like it but it was mostly Snake, Evie and her brother. This one was his. Snake sat on the floor looking over the framed piece. It wasn't expensive or fancy but it had to be one of his favorites. Smiling he set it on the dresser. He had a place for it. There was a blank spot on the wall above his computer monitor at work. That was where it needed to go. Sure it didn't match the decor but he didn't care. It was the one place where he needed to see his family and sometimes couldn't. He put all the stuff back in the box except the fleece blanket and the pieced together photos in their frame. Those he took downstairs to the den. He wanted to be somewhere quiet and just stare. So many good memories in one place. He liked it and really, most days he needed to see it. He needed a reminder that things were better and could be better than they appeared.


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Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family. Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one. -Jane Howard, "Families"


Snake really loved having the dogs in the shop. He loved having the kids in the shop. It made this worthwhile. Having a steady, regular job had never been his thing but having the family here changed the whole situation. Snake was under the car he was working on with Sarge laying at his side. The dog's head was on his thigh. Sarge was watching the door as he was trained. Snake could hear Cassie giggling. No doubt from the playful bark she was being chased about or licked profusely by one of the other dogs.

Snake stared up at the bottom of the car blankly while he ratcheted the new oil pan into place. Routine repairs sometimes got to him but as soon as the sour mood started a giggle brought the smile back. He really did enjoy having the children here even if it was slightly rare. As usual, today Cassie, Mason and the twins were here because the moms were off buying maternity and baby supplies. Snake didn't mind really. He didn't feel used when he handed over a stack of money or took the kids into the shop. Plissken figured most men would.

Sarge's head raised but when he stood Snake slid out from under the car. Mason was still on the blanket near Plissken's feet pounding blocks together. His attention quickly turned from the baby up to the visitor. Plissken was curious about the man standing there in a business suit. He got to his feet without thinking much of it.

"Can I help you?" Snake asked as Cassie ran up behind his leg to see who was in the shop. Dogs followed. All three of them.

The man looked over the group before Cassie went back to playing with the dogs in the back of the shop. Snake waited to see if there was anything or his time was just being wasted.

"I thought this was an autoshop."

Snake glanced around and shrugged. "Looks like one to me."

The client was staring at Mason on the floor who had taken to banging his block against the metal plate on Plissken's boot shin. Snake barely noticed. Business as usual. Snake was getting furious about what this person was suggesting.

"Do you need something?" Plissken cocked his brow still wiping the oil off his hands. If one more smart remark came out of this person's mouth Snake was going to slug him. From the change of expression Snake knew that his feelings were quite obvious.

"I... my car..."

Snake frowned. "I got that." Plissken tossed the rag down by where he'd been laying on the floor.

"Umm.. It's outside on a tow truck. It stalled out and won't start."

Snake sighed. "Have them pull it in."

The asshole left and Plissken found himself shaking his head as he picked up Mason and his toys. "Come on boy we got idiots to deal with."

Snake laughed when Mason squealed. He was just setting the toys and blanket on the couch in the bay when the Tow truck backed the car in. It was a junky looking car and Plissken assumed it needed more than a little tune up for the bald tires. Surely someone who could buy 100 dollar suits could afford tires. Snake shrugged again when he replaced the block with a bottle.

He was unphased by holding Mason as he popped the hood and started looking over the inside. The thing needed overhauled. Plissken wondered if he would be better off just telling this guy to get a whole new car. Cassie was up peering into it next to him. She just liked doing things with him and sometimes the small hands came in handy

"Are you going to.. with." The guy was motioning at Mason.

Snake felt like he was going to explode. The pressure inside was like an overheated radiator someone was banging on with a hammer. "Got two choices. I can fix the car with the kids here or you can wait until my wife and daughter are done shopping six hours from now. Your choice."

Snake couldn't contain his anger. "This is a family establishment. Don't like it, push your fucking piece of junk down the street and get it the fuck out of my shop."

The customer was shocked into a dumbfounded silence.

"What I thought." Snake ignored him and went back to work on figuring out what was wrong with the car. The whole time explaining it to Cassie. It took about twenty minutes for Plissken to get a list worked up of what had to be replaced. What needed to be replaced and what should be replaced. Cassie had gone back to playing ball with the dogs and Snake still had a now sleeping Mason in his arms. He checked on the twins who were still sleeping in the playpen that occupied a portion of his office. Then he went back out to talk to his customer who seemed to have got some sense.

"Here's the repairs I'd suggest with a estimate." Snake handed the papers over bouncing lightly to keep Mason asleep until he could get him down to nap.

His customer whom he now knew as Bret took the paper in silence. He looked it over and then stood. "I'm so... just the kids and.." He was motioning again.

Snake looked over at Cassie and the dogs where he was motioning toward the back of the shop. "Family establishment."

Bret nodded looking over the chaos Plissken worked in. "Are they all yours?"

Snake finally smiled. "All of them except this one. He's my grandson."

After that Plissken laid Mason down with the twins and went to work setting the baby monitor on the washer fluid reservoir under the hood of Bret's car.

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