Paragraph WIP Meme

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Post a paragraph from every WIP you can find. No explanations allowed, just the excerpt.
However, it's possible I have several dozens of WIPs, so I'll keep it on the lowside.




1. The Mentalist
It’d been a busy week for the CBI team headed by one Teresa Lisbon. The bullpen was settling after the arrest of Philip Dawes, a man who murdered three people in an attempt to hide his embezzling scheme. The only thing left for the CBI team to do now was file the appropriate forms and hope that the prosecuting lawyer didn’t completely ruin everything. 

2. Avatar:tLA

Azula’s brain stalled. That was the Avatar. The Avatar was in front of her…Her brain re-started and ran away before Azula was fully on board. If that was the Avatar, then naturally, he’d be aiming to stop the Fire Lord and the war. She was completely on board for that. She could attest to the fact that the current Fire Lord was a bastard, and the war was an inconvenience that confined her to this incredibly small island. But since no one had seen the Avatar in a hundred years, her mother and others had come up with another plan. A plan that put her dear brother on the throne after a meticulously plotted coup and put her somewhere out of the way. Of course, her brother wasn’t anywhere ready yet.  Fire Lord Azulon is one of the strongest fire benders to have ever lived, and with the comet approaching, he wasn’t about to let himself roll over die. The Avatar would have no choice but to stop him before then, making all of the White Lotus’ plan completely useless…and an empty spot
for the throne.

3. Young Justice

It really didn’t matter if Roy insulted him to his face and made snide comments or rolled his eyes at everything he said. Wally would insult him right back and super-speed slap him then take off before he could retaliate harder. Later, they were eating like they would never eat again, slaughter each other in video games, and maybe take out a gang or something.  Wally did insult Artemis; she always had a comeback, and then no way could he let her get the last word. And he couldn’t just hit Artemis. She was a girl…thing-like person. He could practically hear his mom and his aunt nagging at him every time the thought crossed his mind. After all, he knew better than to hit a girl that wasn’t trying to actively kill him. They’d raised him better than that.

4. A:tLa

One blow from the machete, one from the club, and that was enough. The ice cracked, and wind blew from the orb and light shot up to the sky like a beacon, causing the men to throw up their arms to shield their eyes. It died down, and from the shattered orb stepped the boy. He stared at them, his glowing eyes encompassing them all. Then the light died, and the boy pitched forward in a dead faint, hitting the ice hard. Bato recovered first, nudging the boy with the toe of his boot. When he didn’t move, Hakoda kneeled down next to him. The child’s chest rose and fell slowly.

“ARE WE DEAD YET?”

“Talek,” Bato whirled around, snapping uncharacteristically; in his defense, it’d been a rather long day. “Say one more word, and I swear I will drown you!”

5. Alice

Hatter walked with Alice back down the steep hill to the forest hideout. The girl was oddly quiet, and frankly, it was disturbing his delicate Hatter sensibilities. Quiet meant she was thinking, and the last time she had a thought, they’d ended up involved with that crazy White Knight. He’d provided them with a safe haven and food, but it was obvious the man had placed his sanity down at some point and forgot exactly where that was.

6. The Mentalist/Alice

Oyster Land was huge. Especially this ‘America’ section of it. And really, no wonder Alice had been so unused to heights. The roads and the city really were on the ground. Oh, sure, they had a few ‘skyscrapers’, and his girl lived three stories up, but in comparison to the City, it was like sandcastles to the pyramids.

7. A:tla

“Well shiver me timbers,” the boy grinned as he looked me over, beckoning me toward him. “Come here.”

I did, if only to get a closer look at the most interesting thing to present itself this whole trip.The boy was my height with short, spiky brown hair. He wore black vest and pants trimmed in bright, bright orange of all things and two matching bands on his muscled arms. A gold earring twinkled from his left ear and a sword hung off of a brown belt looped at his side. Another strap of leather across his back held a wooden staff.

I could so take him.

8. The Chronicles of Narnia

But when Susan thought of Caspian and the ache that came with remembering, it wasn’t so much him and a future with him that made the memory hard. It was because of what he represented. Caspian meant Narnia; the two were intertwined. Yet if she could choose between Narnia and Caspian, Narnia would be her choice. Because Narnia is what truly mattered. Narnia and Aslan. It was a glorious place, her home in any way that mattered. The kiss she’d left Caspian had been as much to the beautiful land more than him. A goodbye to home.

9. The Chronicles of Narnia

Her head hurt. That wasn’t so uncommon these days, as she would often cry and cry until she gave herself a headache. Crying herself sick. Hm. What would her siblings say to that? Of course, that was why she cried so much. They were dead, her whole family in fact, in a terrible train accident nearly a year ago. Some days, it was particularly hard dealing with it, knowing and remembering the things she did. That she had not said. Other days, perfect peace that passed all understanding wrapped up her broken heart and healed it just a little more. Crying was just a part of the process; even Jesus cried when Lazarus died. But that wasn’t why her head was aching so now. No, she’d fallen down quite a long way. Down a rabbit hole in fact.

10. A:tLA

Piandao ignored the stares. When he was with June, staring and gaping came with it. A beautiful woman decked in black leather with a whip on her side and a skull figure in her hair was bound to attract attention. Especially in a town full of men, with the most respectable woman probably being one of the crime lords’ daughters or the madams. Actually, most of the daughters were the madams; something about it being good practical experience from what he’d gathered. Of course, anyone screaming at a several ton, fanged beast that seemed only interested in digging holes was bound to attract attention.

11. A:tLA

He wasn’t the only having trouble. The Commissioner had come upon Hakoda and Fire Lord Zuko discussing the latter’s recent dealings with the Mad King Bumi, an ordeal the younger man hadn’t quite recovered from yet. While Hakoda had been empathizing, the Commissioner had butt right in and started talking and talking and talking…and talking and talking, and they could barely get a word in, and they were also pretty sure that the man hadn’t taken a breath in the last eleven or some odd minutes. However, the Fire Lord had a lot more to do than Hakoda in recent days and didn’t look like he could take much more of this. At long last, Hakoda’s brain restarted after the initial shut down, and he cut in as smoothly as ship through the ocean.

“Furthermore, there is quite a bit of documentation on the rising demand of cabbages. Article ninety-four, sub-article –“

“Forgive me, Commissioner Yonshi, but I just remembered that the Fire Lord and I need to discuss a rather delicate, confidential matter with…someone else you needn’t concern yourself about. If you’ll excuse us…”