atomicisms

[percyfraser]

THE O.C. (2003—2007) 1x07 | 2x11

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ALAN WEAVER

         realizing his mistake too late to remedy it, alan met her POINTED STARE with a sheepish look of his own. “i just meant—” there was a point of deception here, that his answer might improve the statement. it wouldn’t. even so… “—i’m a little on the heavier side, you know?” minica, by comparison, was a few pieces of dried tinder. it was a wonder that she hadn’t been thrown from the accident, herself… even with a seatbelt across her chest. thankfully, before he could give into the UNCOMFORTABLE URGE to keep talking ( to justify himself, more like ) she pulled into the driveway. now came the real test—getting him out of the car without reopening the wound LOOKING LIKE AN IDIOT. hesitantly, he pushed open the door, swinging his weight around to hang halfway out of the vehicle. not without a wince, of course. “um…” he trailed off, glancing back at his assailant-turned-savior. “do you have any ideas? i don’t think i could walk inside.”

It seems too easy to try and get under his skin. But it could be a lot of fun — that is, the inclination she has to pester him further. How entertaining it would be to poke and prod at him — see what really sets him off. But it was an urge she had to stifle, at least in this moment. Minnie drops his crude attempt to save face, choosing to hop out of the car and quickly book it to the door, leaving Alan in the dust. “Aw…” Tone is far fetched from endearing as she fumbles the key in the slot. “Since you’re so heavy, maybe you can just crawl? Put those BIG MUSCLES of yours to use.” Minnie mocks, not entirely motivated anymore to relieve him of some of his WEIGHT. A simple levitation spell could remedy the matter, but she wasn’t entirely familiar with the incantations it would take to pull off such a spell. It also doesn’t really paint a great image having some random guy floating in the middle of her lawn. As reckless as she is, even that was too risky with the state of town affairs. A beat. “Go on, say the MAGIC WORD…”

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REMI CARROW

“Uhm one of the local parks. I’m not sure if it has a specific name but it’s near the stores,” Remi answered. Not that she had a specific response. She hadn’t meant to startle him. “You must have been really tired to fall asleep out here. I’ve been here at least fifteen minutes and you were out.”

Percy checks his watch. Half past NOON. It had been much longer than fifteen minutes. More like a few hours, but he wasn’t going to readily admit that to her. “Really? You stalking me or something?” He jokes, manspreading on the bench as he lets out a big YAWN and stretch. “Was I snoring? I never know if I’m a SNORER.” He yaks, much too absorbed in himself to realize…”Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude. What was your name?” 

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CHASE DE’LAMERE

“Fuck everyone who’s a bigot.” Chase agreed plainly, because what else was there to say? People were fucked up, and they were jackasses, and the bullshit they liked to believe in was even worse. Sure, it was just a simple conversation, but Chase could be stubborn at all the wrong ways. “Oh, you bet that was the case. But I’d go for the jackass husband instead. Don’t even call him a witch, just burn him at the stake, because he’s the one with the ring, not her.”

“You’re so right about that.” Minnie perks up at the sudden revelation, ideas now conjuring up a storm . Which in these sorts of cases, wasn’t really a good thing. “You know what I say? WITCH TO WITCH…” She trails, hinting at the endless possibilities they could create. “We seek a little revenge, or retribution.” 

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ALAN WEAVER

          starter for @atomicisms​ ( for percy !! )

         “hey, watch this!” taking the UNOPENED OYSTER in his hands, he slammed it down on the rock, busting it open.

Percy watches in awe as Alan bashes the oyster open.  “Woah, is there a gem in it?” Pearl. He means pearl.  

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ALAN WEAVER

         “i don’t think it’s bleeding, anymore,” he said, wincing as he inspected his leg. it wasn’t necessarily a good thing, either⁠—WEREWOLVES HEALED FASTER, even when that meant closing the wound around exposed bone. it would have to be reopened. the real issue, of course, was explaining any of that. was he just supposed to come out and say it? hope she didn’t consider him a literal lunatic? “it’s just… residual.” a beat. “i’ll be alright. i promise i won’t pass out on you, either. i don’t think you could get me out of the car, if i did.” with dismay ( and some attempt at masking a glance ) he noted the dent in her car’s ceiling. he liked to think his skull wasn’t that thick, but… THINGS HAPPENED. “how much farther is it?”

“Good. Because I really don’t feel like going to jail tonight for vehicular manslaughter.” The hemorrhaging in question, or rather the absence of it now, flies right over her head. As long as he wasn’t passing out in her car, she wasn’t about to second guess it. His later remark garners a pointed stare. “What’s that supposed to mean?” The question isn’t really a question. Rather an opportunity for him to DIG HIS OWN GRAVE. People have underestimated her abilities her entire life. She actually prefers it that way, because no one comes around questioning her when SPONTANEOUS COMBUSTION or temporary blindness were brought into play. “We’re actually here.” Minnie takes a turn, pulling into the dimly lit driveway.

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AIDAN BARRETT

❛ ❛    sure,    let me grab the spare drill i carry around in my trunk.   ❜ ❜      he replies sarcastically with a slight roll of his eyes;   as if he would actually carry one on spare yet alone to give it to minica faust of all people for a botched possible lobotomy.      ❛ ❛    what do you even need one for ? do we have guinea pigs in line for you to work on your power drilling through skull skills or do we have an actual project that would make you a civil member of society ?   ❜ ❜

He’s a middle aged white man — it’d be a shock to her if he DIDN’T have a spare drill lying around in his trunk. Check and mate! “Oh, get off your high horse. You’re a cop. Not necessarily the cream of the crop of our society now, huh?” She points, not amused by his comment. “I’m working on a project…” Voice trails, dancing around answering his question. And then. “It’s not like it’s any of the 5-0’s business. You got a WARRANT? Don’t think so.”

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ALAN WEAVER

         this time, he managed a breath of laughter⁠—a half-stifled GUFFAW. how in the world did he respond to something like that? it could have taken him hours to find something appropriately humorous, but instead alan went with the first thing that popped into his head. usually a bad idea! “i guess it’s, uh, a bit of a shame i’m not yours.” thankfully, he was saved from the full extent of his EMBARASSMENT ( at least it was a new feeling. a step in the right direction? ) by the way she prodded at his fracture—if only by bringing about an equally embarrassing reaction. flinching, his head bumped right up against the ceiling. “ow,” he said, ears burning. maybe it was funny that hitting his head hurt worse than his leg. surprise was a hell of a drug. “…would you be mad at me if i got blood on the roof instead of the seats?”

Every little movement of his is like a WIND-UP toy. Luckily his sudden jerking didn’t cause them to crash. Otherwise they would have had a much larger issue on their hands. “Jesus Christ…” She mutters, grasping at the steering wheel for DEAR life. Perhaps that was her fault (duh). It wasn’t usually a good idea to prod at someone’s gaping wound like that. “At this rate I’ll be happy if you don’t BLEED OUT. Maybe you should put some pressure on that thing.” She suggests not paying mind to the dent he probably just made in the roof — and wiping away the blood smeared on her palm. “We’re almost there anyways.” Foot is pressed harder against the gas pedal. “You’re not like, gonna pass out on me, are you?”

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CHASE DE’LAMERE

“It would be all fair and square if there wasn’t a very particular part of the society that was targeted in these burning.” Chase bit back, both annoyed and intrigued. Loss of life was inevitable, the fresh wounds that came with it, however, was something else. “What qualifies them as being deserving of it?”

“I mean, yeah, fuck the patriarchy.” She chirps, giving the girl a half shrug. Having been disconnected from the past, it was easier to poke fun at the situation. It was like, so 1600’s anyways. Plus it’s not like Minnie’s actually serious about the accusations she’s spewing. “It was just a big long rumor mill. It’s just speculation, but I bet you at least one of those so-called ‘Puritans’ found out their husband was fucking someone else. I mean, wouldn’t you take advantage of that situation? I’d call her a witch too.”

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SELINA VARGAS

open / closed starter:    @ashwickstarters​​ location:    anywhere outside,   you can pick a specific place if you want.

selina always made it a habit to store spare robes around tucked away places in ashwick to quickly throw on after coming out of form,    the last thing she needed was to get a fine for indecent exposure and jail jumpsuit? yuck!      ❛ ❛    perdóname,   ❜ ❜       she greets the other unsuspecting friend.   unsuspecting for her anyway,   she wasn’t aware anyone was nearby but hey,   the more the merrier.      ❛ ❛    don’t mind me,    really !        ⸺      what are you doing out here ? part of the nature club ?    ❜ ❜

He wasn’t having a great day. After deciding he wanted to fly again, shifting into the easiest form — A HAWK, proved to be the wrong decision. When you enter a crow's territory, they don’t play around.  Percy damn near kamikazed onto the cold hard pavement trying to escape from the murder pecking and chasing him. Luckily he didn’t end up like a squashed bug. It’s when he’s morphed back into his human form, having gathered some clothes to cover himself, he notices he has company. Ironically, both of them are half-dressed. “What was that, French?” He asks, looking behind him as if there were boy scouts nearby. “No. Just me. I like to uh — y’know, bird watching (?) and all that jazz.” A shrug, adjusting his clothes tighter around him. “Did you see any of that? Like, those fuckin’ mean ass birds.” Tone is sheepish, as he’s much more concerned about the embarrassment of the situation rather than being FOUND OUT.

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ALAN WEAVER

         it had been quite a whlie since alan had driven in a car that wasn’t his own ( and even that had been a feat he didn’t care to discuss ) but he was almost certain that driving with both feet down was preferred. and that your attention was supposed to be DIRECTLY ON THE ROAD ahead. one of the few things he got right after all those years! even so, alan said nothing. he’d already had his leg broken from the initial impact, how much worse could it really have gotten? that, and it was difficult to focus when minica continued to bump against his elbow. each time he pulled it back, she sprawled out further. for someone so small, she took up a lot of space! or maybe that was him. that remained to be seen. “oh, um—” turning his head to avoid the flush that crept across his cheeks, he tried in vain to think of something witty to say. he couldn’t. he wasn’t witty. “i guess i wouldn’t know. this is the first time i’ve been HIT BY A CAR.”

There’s no PUNCHLINE to his remark. Everything that comes out of his mouth is rather literal. Perhaps some people just aren’t able to read between the lines? “Oh, well…” Nodding her head, attempting to gauge the weight his comment holds. She figures he’s still MAD about the whole situation. Given she’s RUN OVER HIM and all — to which she still hasn’t admitted fault for. “Well, I’m glad I was your first then.” She teases, noticing the bashed expression he tries to hide — decides to see how RED she can make him. “How’s your leg by the way? Looks like those ANLTERS are finally coming through. They’re in the wrong spot though.” She comments, gently pressing against the broken bone that’s punctured through skin. 

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NICHOLAS CROFT

❛ ❛     i can tell.     ❜ ❜      he leaves it that.   it’s all too tempting to say,   the self paralysis gave it away,   what a pro!    but he figures she was enduring enough and didn’t need further insult to injury.   still,   it wasn’t too late to turn back and he’d have no issue in doing so and certainly would have no ill conscience following behind doing it as she was but a mere blip on the radar but in the meantime,   he’ll bare the fangs she bares through sharp words…   for now.   

he sucks in a breath as he hands him the book of an old language,   one he hadn’t seen in a while.   this was pretty advanced text,   one that should’ve been no problem to more genuinely experienced witch,   one not way in way over her head with this age of magic like this witch with self proclaimed ‘experience’.     ❛ ❛     lucky for you i know it then,   isn’t it ?     ❜ ❜     he retorts as though his voice tells her patience.    he scans through the pages,   it was as if he never left the magic behind,   the words as recognizable today as they were back then.   he hears her other comment of gibberish,   electing to ignore it focus on the words instead,   a certain piece catches his attention,    handing her the book back pointing to a specific paragraph of text.     ❛ ❛     this part.   how did you say it ?   it needs to be precise.   if worded a different way,   you could’ve just made yourself permanently handicapped.    best case scenario,    you just mispronounced a word.    for your sake,   i would hope it’s not the latter.     ❜ ❜

“I guess it really is my lucky day.” A wandering mind instantly races to the WORST CASE SCENARIO. Something she’s dealt with a million and one times now, if we’re being brutally honest here. The last time she was in similar hot water, she managed to wish herself deaf for a week straight. If anything good came out of that situation, it was learning all the ways to tell someone off in ASL. Though the possibility of becoming permanently paraplegic hasn’t been on the table before. So let's just say, she much prefers having her own two feet back as soon as possible. Minnie brings the book back to her midsection, curling upwards to get a better view of the text. She runs her fingers across the line in question. Resurgere audebo — the denotation was familiar to her, but her pitfall was indeed placing the Latin accent. Especially when it involved words with three or more syllables. “Resurgere?” She spits out, looking at him and waiting for his disapproval — he seems like the type to enjoy pouring salt on an open wound. “What’s the diagnosis, doc? Am I stuck in limbo forever?” 

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REMI CARROW

“Was I disturbing you?” Remi inquired. She had taken up a bench at a local park to dive into some music but she may have turned it up too loud even for a pair of headphones. “Sorry if I was. I got a little lost in it I guess. You’re welcome to sit if you want. I don’t bite.” 

Percy was enjoying the abrupt nap he was taking. Or rather, the moment she STUNS HIM awake, he comes to his senses that he did indeed fall asleep on the park bench. A CHOKE escapes him as manages to catch his breath — the dryness of his throat not doing much to help in the situation. “Where the hell am I?” He manages, picking himself back up from the ground he had fallen onto, readjusting to his situation. “Oh no, I mean. Sure that’s fine — how long was I out for?”

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ALAN WEAVER

          it was almost too close. the door swung shut, clipping his boot—a hair from having his ankle smashed by the METAL BEAST he’s climbed into. was this a good idea? it occurred to him that, despite the expenses, a hospital might not mangle him twice in one afternoon. but already buckled in and at the mercy of his driver, he resolved himself that the odds of her CRASHING AGAIN should have been astronomical. should have been. “i—” glancing down, he couldn’t help but note that his torn, bloodied pant leg had already leaked blood onto her seats. so much for that! “i’ll clean it up?” he offered, shifting—ignoring the searing agony of bone shards digging into his flesh—to hopefully mitigate the damage. after a beat,” i mean… i guess i could ask you the same thing. do you hit a lot of pedestrians?”

She shifts in her seat, left leg crossing underneath the other operating the gas pedal. Most definitely not the safest way to drive, but that doesn’t really matter ok? It’s comfortable that way. And unlike any predispositions one may have, she manages to steer the wheel seamlessly — except for…his…annoying…ELBOW she keeps bumping. Maybe it was time to upgrade to something with a little more ROOM. But that’s besides the point — his comment is amusing enough to garner a grin from her. It’s the first unapologetic thing he’s said all night. She doesn’t take any offense to it, rather the opposite. “Well, I only steer towards pedestrians with big brown DOE EYES.” She admits, turning to him, needling. “Isn’t that right, BAMBI?”

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GREYSON HOLLOWAY

“Where the hell did I let you lead me?” Greyson questioned as his eyes scanned the threshold. Each step was small, his gaze moving to his feet to make sure he could see where they landed in front of him. “Don’t split up and make a mental note to never let you pick where we hang out again.” He shook his head but his words were quickly followed with a laugh as he followed her lead. “Tell me, how many horror movies have you seen to prepare for this? Do we have good odds?”

“Considering I’m the FINAL GIRL in this equation, I’d say my odds are pretty high. Yours? Definitely stacked against you.” She doesn’t offer him anymore of an explanation. Instead, Minnie shimmies through the corridor, veering towards the attic. It probably wasn’t the best idea to check out the quote unquote ‘Murder House of Ashwick’ of all places, but the danger of it all is what made it so enticing. “Did you have something better in mind?” She counters, nudging the attic rope before swinging it to Greyson. A dare if you’d say.

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LEIGHTON RAINFORD

Folding down the visor, Leighton pulled out a small tube of lipstick and reapplied it, not even glancing over at the window tap. A noise like that wasn’t needed for Leigh to know Minnie had come. She was a vampire; all she needed was the scent getting stronger to know. “So that’s where you’re from, fitting,” Leighton retorted jokingly as Minnie slipped into the car. “My place,” they hummed casually, capping the lipstick and flashing her a smile. “And you can make whatever snarky remark you’d like,” Leigh smirked. “But if you really thought I had been wasting your time, you wouldn’t be in this car.”

Regardless of what her chatting partner had said, she had seemed intrigued enough by the conversation to hop into a car to a previously unknown destination. Willingly, might Leigh add. “I’m sure you’ll find plenty of amenities to satisfy whatever boredom you’re pretending to have,” they remarked, rolling their eyes. “A pool, hot tub, or…” Pausing, Leighton looked over at her again, amused. “I’m sure I can find a kiddie pool in the attic.”

Minnie hums in an amused way, making herself comfortable in the passenger seat. As if this is something they do every night. The outward appearance of arrogance from Leighton is a bit tired, but if Minnie were to take the piss out of it, she’d say it’s insecure self-preservation at best.  “No, I wouldn’t.” She agrees halfheartedly. “But I’m really trying to see what hitting ROCK BOTTOM feels like, and I think this might be the push I need to get me there.” Legs are crisscrossed applesauce and she leans in closer to the other, shifting the mood. “ Kiddie pool is fine, I guess. As long as I get to WATERBOARD you first. Unless you had something else in mind.” Every little comment feels as if she’s poking the bear more and more. She wonders what the final straw will be that’ll set the other off. “What lipstick is that? Mind if I try some on?”

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ALAN WEAVER

        “—yeah, i think so.” now that he had gotten to his feet ( more or less ) the next challenge was at hand—keeping his balance. it was an AWKWARD HALF-HOBBLE to make his way to the door, but thankfully she had at least opened it. it was probably better for the both of them that she didn’t try and carry his weight. “thanks,” he added, settling into the seat with as little a wince as he could manage. “but i think i’m good… not being dragged.”

“Shame, that could have been fun. Oh, and try not to get any BLOOD on my seats.” She quips, haphazardly slamming the door behind him — inches away from closing it on his GOOD LEG, but she doesn’t even pay any mind. Instead, Minnie marches like she’s on a mission, and in some ways she is. A closer inspection of her bumper reveals a small dent where the collision took place, but it’s nothing a quick DIY couldn’t fix. She’s become rather nifty at coming up with odd and creative ways of repairing things. The FRANKENCAR was no exception, but rather the rule. “So…” Trailing off in a sing-songy voice as she attempts to fire up the ignition. “Is this a one night thing or do you make it a habit of running in front of cars in the middle of the road?” The Frankencar sputters alive! And they’re off to god knows where (her house).