take care of yourself

( 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬. 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 ) he sucked the marrow from their bones a dirty player, a selfish man he stepped on carcasses like stone, a tragedy, a guilty man and from their ashes he finally rose, the last survivor a kind man

[arthur-brites]

treelish​:

Addy turned to arthur, taking just a second to recognize him. he had been significantly more inebriated when they’d met during 124, and considering his first idea was to spike the punch, addy was learning to associate that character trait with him.

she knew he was trying to be nice, and honestly there were so many avoxes here that addy could entertain him. was her job not to make this experience good for all guests? avoxes weren’t supposed to say no to people asking for help. surely that applied to thinly veiled fun too, right? (oh, who was she kidding, she didn’t really care about the rules, only avoiding trouble)

so she nodded, smiling, and took his hand for just a moment. this would be fun. but she looked at him expectanly, clearly figuring he’d take point on this operation.

a satisfied grin on his face as she appeared to go along with his plan, he held his chin high for a moment to try and get a better view of the ballroom. “i think the only problem is that i’ve not seen a punch bowl anywhere. kinda boring, if you ask me. i like to be reminded of a bad high school prom at any given opportunity, i can’t believe the presidential ball wouldn’t even give us that, seeing as the quell seems to be all about throwbacks,” arthur mused, still searching for the non-existent punch bowl.

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abel-evans​:

Abel intertwined their fingers and let himself be pulled in the direction of the bar, slurping up the remainder of his own drink on the way. “I want to try a Summer Storm next, what do you reckon?” he asked, nodding to the picture of the drinks.

“darling, i trust your tastes, if you say summer storm, we’re having summer storms,” he simply assured abel, quite incapable of holding back a chuckle, it kept him from completely selling his act. “as long as it gets us drunk quickly. i’m starting to see an argument for day drinking, it leaves more time to take things slow. now, having this ball in the evening ?? that only leaves me a few hours to ensure i go home utterly wasted.”

[arthur-brites]

aesthesiavi​:

aesthesia had been utterly lost in her thoughts, completely consumed with feeling sorry for herself, her unfocused gaze snapping up from the flowers she had been using to try and calm herself when a voice reached her ears. she gave a small sniff and desperately swiped at her face with the sleeves of her shirt to try and make herself somewhat presentable. “oh, i’m sorry. i…i didn’t know anyone else was up here.” she stuttered.

she had escaped upstairs, away from those she worked with who would never think to find her there. it had been a rough day, having been called stupid and worthless by one of the doctors she was working with and she needed something to help her recenter herself. flowers were always something good and beautiful to her and they never failed to brighten her mood.

she hadn’t expected to make her emotions someone else’s burden to fix but his kind eyes encouraged her to take the watering can before she was even aware she was doing it. “i think i’d like that very much.”

“people don’t come up here that often at this time of year,” he simply commented, a shrug accompanying the statement as he easily passed off the watering can to her. arthur had grown a little more comfortable at the idea of letting others near his plants, especially considering it was january, and most of them were near death as it was. many deaths in january, the morbid thought crossed his mind. he tried to shake it off his shoulders. “all i ask is that you try not to murder them,” arthur said, nodding towards a few specific plants he’d already mentally assigned the blonde.

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abel-evans​:

Abel enjoyed being called darling, even if it might all be a joke, he’d take it anyway. “How do I look?” he asked then, rubbing his hand down the velvet of his suit, poking out his neck to show off the choker too. “Am I good enough for you?”

“stunning as always, good enough as always,” arthur said over the rim of his empty glass, the quipping coming a little easier to him at the thought he’d get his hands on a couple more shots soon enough. “come to the bar with me, my love ??” he held out an arm for abel.

[arthur-brites]

abel-evans​:

Abel looked up from his Appletini Absinthe with a goofy smile because he’d definitely had some shots before he’d arrived, maybe more than shots, but he wouldn’t admit that, not to the fake therapist anyway. “I guess your my date” he smirked, leaned in and pressed a kiss to Arthur’s cheek because those shots had definitely hit. “You look lovely”

“oh, darling --” he seemed utterly unfazed by the development, though he muttered his words into his glass rather than to abel directly. “you know i only dress up this nicely so i don’t look out of place next to you.” he downed the rest of his drink then, figured he’d better move onto some real alcohol if this was the kind of night he was in for.

[arthur-brites]

“so, do you reckon there’s any way we can.. spike the punch, so to say ?? i feel like this party could use the littlest bit of excitement. and i know there’s flaming cocktails and all, but it still doesn’t feel quite right. if we’re gonna lose ourselves to the grandeur of the quell, i feel like the ball should be a little more impressive, at least,” arthur said, glass to his lips as he spoke and knew he wouldn’t be spoken back to. just some sad attempt to keep an avox company, or at least keep her from being ran off her feet. “i get if you’re too busy, though. it’s a busy night.”

@treelish​

[arthur-brites]

“are we actually drinking at a reasonable hour today, or did you do a couple of shots before arriving at the ball, like i did ??” arthur asked, slotting into a spot next to abel. he held some ironically non-alcoholic cocktail between his fingers, the sign of a sophisticated man who hadn’t just admitted to shotting alcohol before arriving at the ball. “are you here with anyone tonight, or am i your date ??”

@abel-evans​

[arthur-brites]

the weather had settled enough for arthur to return to his rooftop garden. so naturally, that’s where he stayed until he hadn’t any more plants to water, and then some time still. his office had been gathering dust for a while -- the quell had everyone stressed, and arthur was growing increasingly suspicious at the idea someone might actually try to visit the tower therapist one of these days, so he made a point of never being that easy to find.

it only seemed ironic then, that he would be the one to approach someone else, a upset-looking woman that was probably as keen on having some alone time as arthur had been. maybe trying to console people came somewhat naturally to him after all -- just not when it was anywhere near his office.

“wanna water some plants with me ?? apparently that’s meant to be pretty calming,” he gently suggested, already holding up a second watering can for the stranger.

@aesthesiavi​

[arthur-brites]

TASK 006.

what’s your type

entp - the debater

follow the path of the unsafe, independent thinker. expose your ideas to the dangers of controversy. speak your mind and fear less the label of ’crack-pot’ than the stigma of conformity. and on issues that seem important to you, stand up and be counted at any cost.

no one loves the process of mental sparring more than the debater personality type, as it gives them a chance to exercise their effortlessly quick wit, broad accumulated knowledge base, and capacity for connecting disparate ideas to prove their points. debaters are the ultimate devil’s advocate, thriving on the process of shredding arguments and beliefs and letting the ribbons drift in the wind for all to see. they don’t always do this because they are trying to achieve some deeper purpose or strategic goal, though. sometimes it’s for the simple reason that it’s fun.

taking a certain pleasure in being the underdog, debaters enjoy the mental exercise found in questioning the prevailing mode of thought, making them irreplaceable in reworking existing systems or shaking things up and pushing them in clever new directions. however, they’ll be miserable managing the day-to-day mechanics of actually implementing their suggestions. debater personalities love to brainstorm and think big, but they will avoid getting caught doing the “grunt work” at all costs. debaters only make up about three percent of the population, which is just right, as it lets them create original ideas, then step back to let more numerous and fastidious personalities handle the logistics of implementation and maintenance.

[arthur-brites]

abel-evans​:

“Shh, let’s not remind ourselves of the time” Abel smirked. It wasn’t unusual for him to be drinking this early, but since Emme it was becoming less of a common occurrence. “It’s your fantasy, I’m just along for the ride” he laughed, following Arthur to the bar.

“i haven’t drank this early since i was in college, abel,” arthur just chuckled, a shake of his head accompanying the statement as he approached the bar with abel in tow. “sure, you tell yourself that. you’ve suddenly perked up a bit now that you get to drink again, though. i’m not entirely certain if you’re just helping me with my fantasy, seems you might be getting more out of this than i am,” arthur said after ordering both of them a drink.

[arthur-brites]

abel-evans​:

Abel laughed. “Well, if you’re not doing anything right now we can fulfil your wild fantasy and take ourselves to the bar” he suggested. “I don’t think anything but a curer is going to help me this time”

“ah yes, my wild fantasy of getting drunk at.. what is it, ten in the morning ??” arthur quipped dryly, though he pushed himself out of his seat and waited to see if abel would join him. “i say we do shots. go big or go home, right ??”

[arthur-brites]

drakexthornley​:

Drake willfully handed the diagram over. His eyes needed a break anyways and he wouldn’t retain anything he couldn’t wholly focus on. “Do you know anything about biology?” he asked curiously. “Nobody in Eleven has more than a high school education, and it doesn’t look like a whole lot of people in the tower have gone through the university either.”

“the basics. just the stuff i need to know, really. i teach at a university, or well, taught. not biology though, it’s not exactly my forte,” arthur sighed as he studied the diagram, something he should easily understand but couldn’t quite focus on. “you might wanna ask colette. she has a degree in this stuff. did you finish high school ?? i reckon the capitol doesn’t care much for victors’ education, does it ??”

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coletteneptune​:

“Yeah, sure, whatever you request, we’ll do it,” she said as if making a note, then blurted, “what are you doing? Right now? I need out of here.” Maybe it would have been better to stay and provide emotional support or… something, but she just couldn’t stand to be in the Tower anymore. Not with the mother she’d never know.

“i’m pretending to read, i’m a very busy man, neptune,” he said, though he closed the book with a soft thud as soon as he reached the end of his sentence. it was a permanent accessory now, something to keep his hands busy with, some perfect excuse to always hide behind. “we can go. wanna grab some lunch ??”

[arthur-brites]

abel-evans​:

He had to physically swallow the vomit back as the smell of the crisps surrounded him once Arthur sat down. “Yes, Arthur” he said while holding his fist over his mouth. “Can you not chew so loud? For your own sake, unless you want vomit in your lap?”

“that does sound like an appealing offer. i don’t think anyone’s ever vomited in my lap before, i’m always up for new experiences,” arthur spoke without missing a beat. he gave in, however, and put away the bag of crisps for the time being. “we should drink together sometime. i feel like i must be missing out on something good, with how bad your hangovers seem..”

[arthur-brites]

coletteneptune​:

She wasn’t surprised it was Arthur, was actually a little relieved to see him. He was probably the only person who was a source of comfort around here right now. “I won’t tell you,” she said. “Because I’d get fired. If there are penguins, though, you owe me. Remember it.”

“i’ll make a note of it,” arthur nodded. “i have to say though, penguins twice in a row ?? i’d almost call it unoriginal if it wasn’t for the fact that everything these games seems to be some blast from the past. could you bring back the mammoths from 122 as well ?? i thought they were pretty.. cool.”

[arthur-brites]

perl-foster​:

It was the eleventh hour before she wavered. Before she had Belle’s number pulled up and that indelible urge to call. Maybe it would be enough to hear her voice in the background, or to see her tucked into dreams. But you know it won’t be. You know the risk. So late that night, coffee cup in hand, she’d instead taken to walking the tower. The hallways still laid themselves at her feet. The portraits, the artwork, the fashions all changed, but the skeleton didn’t. Nor did the memories. She walked for a long while before she came upon someone else. “Feeling as restless as me?” she asked.

“no, this is just my nightly stroll,” arthur shrugged, and he wasn’t exactly lying about that either -- the office got stuffy and the roof too cold, and arthur wasn’t all that keen on leaving the tower unless he was forced to. “to be fair, i can’t imagine drinking coffee would help much with the restlessness,” he said, nodding towards the cup in her hand.

[arthur-brites]

abel-evans​:

Maybe going out with Elias the night before had been a mistake, even if Rhi had Emme today, he still had to be at the tower, and deal with all of that, and he was massively hungover. “Please don’t eat that in here” he grumbled, holding his hand up in front of his mouth because the smell of food alone had him on the edge.

arthur didn’t respond -- instead, he moved closer to abel, taking a nearby seat with an excitement to the way he flung one leg over the other and found a comfortable way to sink into the chair. then, he stuffed some more crisps in his mouth, and though he wasn’t exactly trying to be louder than he was before, it almost seemed inevitable now there was less distance between them. “are you hungover, abel ??” he asked, like he hadn’t realised.