Challenge 7 Entry
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ashthedrabbleTitle: In-Sync
Rating: G?
Word Count: 200
ASH Character: Rupert Giles
Disclaimers: Giles is not my character; he belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and others who aren’t me.
Rupert shivered as his hand touched the cool metal of the door. Of all the horrendous things he’d gone through in life, this had to be among the worst of them. Nothing could’ve prepared him for this, no ancient volume, no spell, no anything. For the first time in years, Giles felt utterly helpless.
He braced himself. Eyes squinting, he entered the bright, garage-like room, pondering his chances for survival. From the looks of things, they weren’t good . . .
Trying to ignore the stench of sweat, he inhaled deeply. The air was thick with foreboding as he slowly made his way to the others: all female, athletic, and much younger than he. Some of them snickered when he removed his T-shirt and sat down with them. Every fiber of his being wanted out - wanted to escape the torment!
“ . . . so no questions?” finished the instructor. “Okay, everybody into the pool!” She smiled at Giles. “Did you lose a bet or something?”
He frowned, grimly replying: “Thank you, Willow, I believe you well know about that.” (sarcasm included).
She smiled mischievously and glanced up at the sign she made herself: ‘Synchronized Swimming Lessons; Tuesdays 10am-noon’.
Rating: G?
Word Count: 200
ASH Character: Rupert Giles
Disclaimers: Giles is not my character; he belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and others who aren’t me.
Rupert shivered as his hand touched the cool metal of the door. Of all the horrendous things he’d gone through in life, this had to be among the worst of them. Nothing could’ve prepared him for this, no ancient volume, no spell, no anything. For the first time in years, Giles felt utterly helpless.
He braced himself. Eyes squinting, he entered the bright, garage-like room, pondering his chances for survival. From the looks of things, they weren’t good . . .
Trying to ignore the stench of sweat, he inhaled deeply. The air was thick with foreboding as he slowly made his way to the others: all female, athletic, and much younger than he. Some of them snickered when he removed his T-shirt and sat down with them. Every fiber of his being wanted out - wanted to escape the torment!
“ . . . so no questions?” finished the instructor. “Okay, everybody into the pool!” She smiled at Giles. “Did you lose a bet or something?”
He frowned, grimly replying: “Thank you, Willow, I believe you well know about that.” (sarcasm included).
She smiled mischievously and glanced up at the sign she made herself: ‘Synchronized Swimming Lessons; Tuesdays 10am-noon’.
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Date: 2006-03-19 04:11 pm (UTC)I love this. Thanks.