Snake Plissken

Snake got up from the bed when he heard someone approaching outside of his cell. Maybe he was going to get moved. Sitting in the solitary cell with nothing to do, not even people passing outside, was driving him batshit. He was up at the bars when the guard stopped.

“Your lucky day Plissken.” He said with that sneer every one of his guards had. It said “Haha we caught you.” In the back of Plissken’s mind and made him rot with anger from the insides.

“Fabulous.” Snake rolled his eye.

“They want me to bring food down to you. What do you want?”

Snake couldn’t stop the loud grumble of his stomach. It had been two days since he’d had anything to eat. The first thing on his mind was sweets. The withdrawal from the coke always hit him hard when it came to sugar.

“Cake.” Snake replied watching the guard laugh.

“What do you think this is?”

Before anyone could breathe Snake had a handful of the man’s hair through the bars and yanked him up against them. “If you come back here without it I’ll kill you.”

Plissken was serious about that. With a shove the guard went away. The encounter left Snake pacing circles in the center of the room. Maybe they wouldn’t bring him food. He could last quite awhile without food. Thankfully he had water in the cell.

Over a half hour had passed by Snake’s perceptions when the guard reappeared with a tray of food. Plissken knew the drill and backed up until his back was flush with the wall, hands pressed palm up against it beside his body. The guards, two now, came in and set the tray on the table. Plissken didn’t wait for them to leave before moving to inspect the tray.

There was some kind of stew, bread and an apple. No cake. No sweets at all. Snake flew off the handle. The isolation had pulled him down to a flurry of anger. He grabbed the guard who had come first despite his companion having a rifle. The guard slammed back into the bars.

“I fucking told you!” Snake started slamming him repetitively into the bars. It was rhythmic and driven by the insanity creeping up on Plissken. Eventually the guard stopped squirming and Snake shoved him out of the cell. Blood was smeared on the bars but Snake hardly noticed it before turning on the other guard.

“Get the fuck out of here.”

The guard scurried from his presence, shaking. If there was one thing these insane cops with the bloodlust understood it was not to fuck with someone more insane and lusty than you. Snake walked back over and picked the tray up before resuming his position sitting with his back to the corner on the bed. There was no questioning what was on the tray. He didn’t care. He was too hungry to care.

More people had collected outside but he paid them no mind. They whispered about the dead guard. Snake was glad he was dead. He still wanted his cake.



Words: 516

6. You will not be punished for your anger; you will be punished by your anger. - Buddha

OOC: Thanks to littlemoonglow for allowing Snake to harass her NPCs.

( Prison visit )

Words: 542

Title: What the Hell?
Fandom: John Carpenter (Escape from NY/LA)
Characters: Snake Plissken
Prompt: 012: Orange
Word Count: 829
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Continued from Here
Summary: Snake wakes up a bit more clearheaded but no less confused.



( This has to be a dream. )

2. I guess the moral here is: you must be careful what you pretend to be because in the end you are who you're pretending to be. - Mother Night

Takes place five days before this: Carbon Copy Plissken



“How is he?” Dr, Fry asked as he prepared the room.

“Heavily sedated.” Elizabeth Tanzer responded as she closed the door.

“That’s good.”

“We had to strap him down and the other doctors suggest further restraints on the table.” She seemed nervous as she stood in the room stuffed full of equipment.

“Why?” Finally Dr. Fry stopped his task to face his assistant.

“We... we think he was having violent nightmares. He showed all the signs of a post traumatic event in terms of blood pressure, pulse and brain activity but he was asleep.” Elizabeth was concerned for the patient as much as she knew Fry was. The others here treated him like an animal or less. She had only been around him twice while he was awake. Plissken to her seemed no different than most men when introduced though he was a little standoffish and rude. He had been imprisoned by them and she could see how anyone might react the same way.

“Good.” Fry’s words were flat when he met the questioning gaze. “Most brain’s when sedated slow the transfer of thought patterns. If his is active the procedure will take less time than anticipated. He may only require a week of sedation instead of the month we started with. It will lessen the amount of trauma he experiences waking up.”

“He won’t wake up.” Tanzer couldn’t keep the emotion down.

( Medical Uncertainty )

Words: 1,811

OOC: Backdated as needed.


Snake kept his promise and the next day, after breakfast with his family and some quality time he headed to Will's new place. He arrived when it was nearing two in the afternoon. He'd brought two bottles of bourbon knowing he might well need them. This wasn't going to be easy. Nothing ever was when it dealt with the injury to his mental state from the war, from torture or his imprisonment. He knocked on the door and waited for Will to answer.

18.2 - 13 different kinds of beauty.


1. A child sleeping
2. Sunrise
3. Xena
4, Bria
5. Sophia
6. A well bred dog or horse working
7. Evie with her son
8. Things going right for once.
9. My wife getting choked up in her wedding dress at the altar.
10. All those photos the girls have taken of me and the kids passed out in various places.
11. Cassie's wings.
12. Someone working with a weapon that they connect with like an extension of their body.
13. Flying.



18.3 - 13 things you are too sexy for.
1. Prsion
2. Solitary confinement
3. Hats
4. Compliance
5. The Law
6. Disco
7. A Hair cut
8. Shaving
9. Abstinence
10. Sobriety
11. Military service
12. Bullshit
13. Modesty

Title: Like God Damned MacGyver
Fandom: John Carpenter
Characters: Snake Plissken and the Black Light
Prompt: 026: Teammates
Word Count: 2,738
Rating: PG-13 (For violence and swearing)
Author's Notes: Snake would be 20 at the oldest at this time.
Summary: My take on the origin of the name Snake.

( Silver Tongued Snake )

Crossposted to fanfic100

Alright we are trying something a bit new. This is an audio recording (wav format) that can be downloaded. I will get trascripts up as soon as I can but for now enjoy listening. The story was written and recorded by me.


Brazen and the Tiger


( Story Transcripts )

to listen: Click the link and select program to open the file or save and open.
This is still an experimental trial so feedback and comments are much apprciated.
Many thanks to fatherartist for beta-ing my voice recording settings.
To be crossposted to theatrical_muse when I get the transcripts done.

Title: Who the Hell was in my bed?
Fandom: John Carpenter (Escape from NY/LA)
Characters: Snake Plissken
Prompt: 089: Sick
Word Count: 854
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes:The prequel to these two fics (One and Two) written for logan_maxwell andfatherartist Originally written for the theatrical_muse topic "Have you ever woken up in the morning and not remembered what you did the night before?"
Summary: The USPF turns to underhanded tactics to capture the world's most wanted criminal

( How much did I drink last night? )

Crossposted to 100moods and theatrical_muse

Title: In the Torture Chamber.
Fandom: John Carpenter
Characters: Snake Plissken
Prompt: 044: Circle
Word Count: 472
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Warning This post is cut due to the elements of torture that may be unnerving to some. This is mostly canon. The only AU Element is who SNake is having dinner with.
Summary: Snake is tortured for answers while in the USPF Holding Facility.


( Punishment )

Crossposted to fanfic100