Sarcastic Ways to Be

Oswald Lawrence | Thirty-seven Physics Teacher | S-gene Carrier "Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I’m not sure about the former."

[batty-old-oz]

Future Headcanon - Family

Oswald Lawrence. S-gene Carrier: Organic Manipulation

Emily Bright. Human

Isabella Bright. Human

James Bright. S-gene Carrier: Reactive Adaptation

[batty-old-oz]

James Maxwell Bright

--was born between Oswald Lawrence and Emily Bright, with his older half-sister Isabella. Because of his unfortunate heritage that carries S-genes, Jimmy has to go through the life of "gifted." His body automatically adjusts to the environment it's thrown into-- develops exoskeleton like a beetle when he takes a blow, gills when falls into the water like a fish, skins that visually blends into the surroundings like a chameleon. The horror of his own body shifting regardless of his will was severe enough to shape his entire identity. These days, he is taking medicines that suppresses his ability to become normal.

Jimmy is a rather lethargic, quiet person who prefers to take the role of spectator. He and attention mix like oil and water. He has a knack of disappearing when people are not looking. Socializing is not really his thing. And when he does talk, he tends to complain and whine about things. He can be bitter and self-deprecating at the same time, because of an innate idea that he is sick for what he is, and that it is unfair that he has to suffer. But it is unlike his character to just sit around and whine. Jimmy has a very clear determination, even though he refuses to admit it. He is studying genetics and evolutionary science along with biochemistry, so that one day he would figure a way out to fix himself. The negative attitude and cynical snarks are hard to get pass, but over that thick wall, he is a decent guy who doesn't turn away from those who need help. They get their help, just with his complaining.

"Not only the universe is stranger than we think, it is stranger than we can think... an old German dude once said. Well, man, I can tell you this much-- this universe is strange enough to have me do the freakiest stuff."

"I never meet anyone normal..."

"Nope, not doing that."

"Are you really saying these words you're saying?"

"Youth and passion are for lively, happy people with dreams. I'm more of a 'let's see how fast I mess this up' kind of guy."

"Oh, awesome, kindergarten flashback."

"Hideous, right? Yeah, I don't like it either."

"You're not the first to call me that. I've a collection of names, actually. Go to tellingtheobviousisstupid.com. I mean, you're still young. Where the hell is your creativity?"

"I wish I was Jimmy Neutron. At least that kid has a crazy hair and no one seems to care about that."

[batty-old-oz]

Ah, nope

[batty-old-oz]

arianna-carrington:

"It is the same number from the calender," Anna starts, folding her legs in a criss-cross manner on her chair. "But it celebrates the first day you were brought into the world that you have taken your first breath and that you are human, flesh and blood.” Nodding her head, she gives a bright smile. “Birth is pretty magical—.” Pausing, Anna’s face scrunches a bit before shivers run up her spine. “— and gruesome and scary at the same time. Anyways, I think they’re special. —Birthdays; I think birthday’s are special and they should be celebrated with delicious foods and treats.” Grinning as she places a fork in front of Mister Lawrence, she shrugs her shoulder. “My bag. It’s the TARDIS. — I wish. Think about it? Endless supply of food forever and ever…” Shaking her head to snap her from the trance of food, she pointed towards a few of the side dishes. “I made those! It’s some tofu with noodles and then that’s minced pork with some veggies and I cooked it in the kitchen, put it in my big ol’ bag — it’s really about spacial awareness when you pack things — and then brought them here. I also didn’t know if you were vegetarian or you ate meat… or you liked sweets. I also have a pudding if you’re not a fan of cupcakes!”

[He chuckles with her explanation.] Obviously there are two kinds of people. I'm more of a-- birth is all about loose condom and hormone and blood-- kind of a person. That's what happened to me, anyway. Pretty sure I was an accident and not the happy one. But, thanks for the nice sentiment. I'll think about it next year, maybe. [He raises a brow with a small smirk hanging on his lips.] Of all things you can do with the world's only time machine, you'd carry food? That tells a lot about you. [He checks out the foods, couldn't help but smile. It's been a while since someone cooked for him.] I'm not a vegetarian, no. But I like greens. Thank you really, this is very considerate of you... Though I still don't know how you learned my birthday. Did you go through my file? [He asks casually, not in the intimidating sense. He has no respect whatsoever of this place to keep rules. Hell, he probably had broken like fifty rules by trying to escape the last time around.]

[batty-old-oz]

Ah, nope

[arianna-carrington-blog]

Raising a brow at the man, she nods her head slowly as she sits across from him from a chair she pulled up to his desk. Smiling brightly, she turns to her bag and pulls out some vegetarian side dishes, a few dishes with meat in it, and then a small little cupcake. Tapping on her head, her body sways side to side. “Computer brain. Files in my head, Mister Lawrence. Birthday meal. I thought about crashing your class and throwing balloons everywhere, because I like birthday’s for people, but I thought food would probably be a better alternative… and I can leave if you want. But! Happy Birthday!”

[batty-old-oz]

[Oz raises a brow when Carrington comes in his office. People don't seem to understand the function of a door. Why no knock before popping in? Though his look softens when she offers him a food.] Aw, that's... nice. Though I don't celebrate my birthday. It's really weird, when you think about it. It's just the same number from calendar, not the same day. But thank you, Ms. Carrington. It's very sweet of you. [Chuckling, he takes a look at the cupcake.] Where did you get all these?

[batty-old-oz]

Ah, nope

No, no, haha, no, no, nono, nope. Absolutely no. [Oz shakes his head fiercely even though the person over the phone cannot see him. He laughs weakly.] I may live in asylum but I'm not insane. Well, not insane enough to have a family dinner, in October 23rd. That is not going to happen, buddy. Mkay, bye, Max. [He hangs up without letting his brother finish.] Next year I'm just taking sleeping pills to sleep through the day. 

[batty-old-oz]

Nah, I'll pass

[modusumbra-blog]

You might wanna dust off the part of your brain that picks up on sarcasm then. [He taps his temple a couple of times with his index finger.] Unfortunately, it’s something you’ll have to live with, unless you’re still considering Artie Martins and Marty Arthurs—which I still don’t approve of. [Joey raises an eyebrow.] Well, look at you moving up in the S-Gene world. 

[batty-old-oz]

You might wanna format your format your brain and get some new OS with less sarcasm. [He retorts with an unamused, 'haha you're hilarious' look.] Huh? [He frowns in confusion for a second until he realizes that he said that thing ages ago.] Oh, right. Sadly, they didn't accept my application. Apparently, family issue is not good enough reason to change the name. [He jokes lightly, shrugging.] I'll be on top of the food chain before you even know it, Arden.

[batty-old-oz]

Nah, I'll pass

[modusumbra-blog]

Thanks for the pointer, Lawrence, but I’m pretty sure I got a good handle on it. [He replies back, grinning as he does so.] Well, that’s one way to put it, I guess. [Though he chuckles as Oz air quotes his way through his next three sentences, for a split second, Joey can’t help but think about why his ‘dear’ old man didn’t sound so dear to him.] I still can’t believe you’re considered a legacy with… What was that feeble ability of yours again? Glue secretion? 

[batty-old-oz]

Is that so? I reheally didn't notice. [He drawls sarcastically rolling his eyes back. Oz raises a brow at the other. Then he shrugs nonchalantly.] Eh, I'm still rooting for the possibility where I'm not blood-related to Lawrence. I was almost convinced till this S-gene nonsense came along. [He shakes the head.] Organic manipulation, or something along that feeble line. Basically I can make bones and blood and whole new level of disgusting stuff. I'm starting to regret not choosing biology. 

[batty-old-oz]

Nah, I'll pass

[modusumbra-blog]

Teasing? Me? No, I would never. [He leans his shoulder against a pillar and smirks right back.] Either that or your stomach will thank you for the break from all that craptastic junk food. [He’s momentarily distracted by the third year girl who walks by in a plunging v-neck dress, he follows her with his eyes until their gazes meet and she walks away with a little extra pep in her step.] I will, thank you very much. Okay, so, question: you don’t seem to be enjoying yourself, why are you here? Forced to chaperone? Had nothing else to do?

[batty-old-oz]

Add more sarcasm and it would have been convincing, Arden. [He rolls the eyes with a light scoff.] My stomach never thank me for anything. We're like an old married couple. We bicker all the time, complain about one another but we're stuck with each other. [He raises a brow as the other's attention is diverted by a girl passing by. Good times, he thinks idly, gazing up so that he won't have to watch the two young people making googly eyes.] Family and stuff. I made a deal with my dear old man. Attending "balls" and other "social occasion" as a "legacy". And you can probably detect how I feel about them from my "air quotes".

[batty-old-oz]

Nah, I'll pass

[modusumbra-blog]

[Joey rolls his eyes at the exchange and does the exact opposite of Oz, taking one of the h’ordeuvres from the waiter as he walks away and eating it.] Just because they’re snobbish and presented nicely doesn’t mean they’re not good. [Joey loves parties like this, everyone gets all dressed up, the winners of Project Play get to flaunt their win… next to the battlefield, it’s the environment he was trained to thrive in.] Jesus, Oz, it’s smoked salmon, not the Plague.

[batty-old-oz]

[Oz curls up a smirk, a little bit wrier than usual. It still feels weird to talk to others who don't remember about the other time around.] Are you teasing me? Which part of allergic didn't make sense to you? My stomach is used to instant noodles and microwavable pizzas. It might kill me if I take a bite. [He shakes his head lightly with a weak chuckle.] I'm not that hungry, is all. You go ahead and enjoy your salmon.

[batty-old-oz]

Nah, I'll pass

I'm allergic to snobbish snacks served in silver plates. Thank you for asking, though. Do you guys get paid well for this work? I hope you do. [With his lips pressed together, Oz turns down some weird looking... food from a waiter. He sighs and folds his arms, leaning on the wall. Parties like this tire him out and no good for his stress. At least he doesn't have to deal with his family today, though.] 

[princesconsuela]

[quinn-taylor]

Not now.

[captaincarpediem-blog]

“Did someone say cookies?” Speak of the devil and he shall pop up beside his uncle. “Woah. Did a tornado pass through here?” Wade asked after he took a quick glance around her dorm, seeing clothes, paper, and books all over the place. It made his side of the dorm look tidy. His gaze returned to the obviously busy redhead and he flashed a blithe smile, “Grumcle Oz says you’ve turned into a hermit for the past few days. So, we decided check up on ya. Right, Jules?” He said, turning to face the last member of their little dynamic family. However, Wade only looked at him briefly before his attention snapped back to something else. “Wait —- Are those my cookies?”

[julian-blackthorne]

"Yep." He responded to Wade’s question, moving to stand beside him. "We’re a little worried about you Matchstick." He said, his eyes flitting to Wade for a moment at his words. "Well they’re Quinn’s cookies now." He shrugs, pretty sure Wade would not take food off his ‘sister’ who had not eaten today, at least, he hope he wouldn’t. "Anyway…what’s brought all this on Quinn?" He asks gesturing to her room herself and well everything, he could guess what her response would be, but he was mostly scrambling for a new topic to get Wade’s attention off his cookies. "Because we are here to help." He smiles at her, clapping and hand on both the shoulders of Wade and Oz.

[quinn-taylor]

Uh, first off boys, I’m clearly busy, not brooding- hey, it is not that bad in here! Half that shit over there is Arya’s and this side is…well, I’ve been working on this for quite some time which I think you’ll appreciate later. You’re welcome. [Closing the door behind the men after they enter, Quinn folds her arms over her chest with her glasses perched on her nose and a pen behind her ear] Secondly, the Genesis brought this one. Hearst, brought this on. Someone’s after my parents, it’s personal now. [Going back to her desk, Quinn sits down and pushes some stray hairs from her face to look over what she’d sketched out] Third and lastly, I don’t want cookies, give them back to Wade. Thanks though.

[batty-old-oz]

[At this point, Oz couldn't bother to react on his nephew and the little Thief Boy popping out of nowhere. He simply sighs muttering 'of course' under the breath.] No, I briefly mentioned the type of snack that is made of butter, egg and flour. [He shrugs lightly.] Yeah, still a mess. And I'd be more appreciative if you take a break and have foods. [His face turns grim when she brings up Genesis. What happened out there was just horrible. And some parts of him feel guilty because, this didn't happen the last time. He wouldn't impose that on Quinn, though. She already has too much problems. He just picks up Jules' wrist and takes the hand off from his shoulder.] Well, I'm surprised that I'm saying this but Jules here has point. You don't have to do all this alone. My minimum pay is $5 per hour, by the way. [He jokes with a weak chuckle, turning away Wade's face from the cookie.] What do you mean you don't want cookies? Oh, good lord, are you sick? Are you dying? [He asks with a fake seriousness, keeping the cookie out of the reach from his nephew.] Well, you can have it later when you feel like it.

[quinn-taylor]

Not now.

[Quinn yells towards the door after she hears a couple knocks, muttering to herself as she looks down at the paper in front of her. Homework had been pushed to the side because quite frankly she didn’t give a shit about homework right now. The Genesis was zeroing in, and from the intel they had with the double agent, Archer’s girlfriend (still weird), she knew they’d have to be ready for anything. Another knock comes from the door] What is it? [She sighs, continuing to work, not listening at all to the person’s words. So, today had consisted of her skipping her Physics class, (Oz would understand), not eating, not seeing anyone all day, not stressing about her parents once, and planning the next Council meeting. She was actually going to head over to Charlie’s soon enough with a plan when this person knocked] This better be good, like, lottery winning good. [Quinn sighs and stands up, opening her bedroom door] 

[batty-old-oz]

Taylor, open up. I can basically hear you brooding. [Oz says as he continues to knock, holding a bag of foods in the other hand. She didn't show up at his class, so obviously he was here to nag about her absence-- depends on how annoyed Quinn is, though. And something tells him she won't be in a good mood-- and possibly to check up on her. He keeps knocking on the door until it finally opens. Sighing, he thrusts bag of foods to her.] I brought you food so don't punch me. You skipped your meal didn't you? Salad and fruits, some cookies. I warn you though, you better get rid of those cookies fast. I stole them from Walker.

[quinn-taylor]

Ow Ow!

[quinn-taylor]

Right. [Quinn mutters, looking down at her shoes clicking together from where she sat. They dangled off the ground, falpping together over and over again until the shoelace got caught in between] Helping would be nice. [She wasn’t defeated, necessarily, just…tired. Tired of all of this] Alright, you want optimistic? Here it is, let’s do something about this. All of this. Get the group together you know? The council. We said we would ages ago but we’re all just fucking sitting around doing nothing. People are gonna die here. Let’s plan for change. [She mutters the last part, getting up off the table and moving out the door]

[batty-old-oz]

You're doing it again. [He gives into his urge and just lets the eyes roll like hell.] You're doing the 'I'm so tired of everything, I'm going to do something frantic.' You know, that's not very healthy. You do know that being optimistic and hotheaded are different too, right? Although I like the council idea. Let's do that. And find your parents. [He follows her out, sighing.] I was trying to comfort you, you know. That didn't work, clearly. Don't jump to the worst case scenario is all I'm saying.

[quinn-taylor]

Ow Ow!

[quinn-taylor]

It does yeah? Plus if you called me Wolfe it may be a bit confusing since it’s what you call Jon right? [Quinn shakes her head, picking up the bottle of whiskey to her right] They were in their hotel room. Everything was packed, they were set to leave tomorrow morning then this…Jon said he’d help me and I was going to ask someone, maybe Charlie? [Leaning her head on Oz’s shoulder, she takes a swig of the whiskey] They are. But this is reality and in reality, a lot of people have died- will die and I can’t let that happen. 

[batty-old-oz]

Well, I call Jon by his name because he insists. [Crossing his arms, Oz leans on the edge of the table. He nods considerately.] That's probably a good idea. I can help, if you need any extra hands. [He pushes back his urge to roll the eyes.] Being realistic and being negative are two different things, Taylor. Realism is a matter of action, unlike being negative or positive. You can still be positive while acting realistic. And if you need help, I happened to be more capable this time around.

[quinn-taylor]

Ow Ow!

[quinn-taylor]

It’s Wolfe now. People are gone, facade over! Wooooo, oh I am very happy being Mrs. Wolfe now but I’ve got bigger things than being happy now. [Running a hand over her face, Quinn sighs lightly before she sits on top of the table they’d played beer pong on] Parents. It’s…my parents. I was on the phone with them a couple days ago and it just…there was gun fire and the phone cut out. It just cut out and they haven’t called or, or fucking texted, Oz I can’t lose them again. I can’t.

[batty-old-oz]

[He lets go of his supposedly stern look, turning it up to a smirk.] I'm still gonna call you Taylor. Honestly, I like that ring better. [His expression soon turns to a genuine concern.] For the love of Joss Whedon, that's never good. Where were they on that phone call? Have you talked to Crowe or someone who can track them down? [He pats her on the shoulder.] You're not. It's gonna be alright. They're tough cookies, right? Don't jump to the negative thoughts right ahead and mop around. That's my thing. 

[quinn-taylor]

Ow Ow!

[quinn-taylor]

Oh shit! Trouble has arrived. [Quinn covers her mouth and chuckles a bit, obviously only slightly tipsy. As the rest of the room files out, Quinn sighs and begins to put away the drinking game] Oz you are seriously no fun. No fun at all. I’m trying to ‘drown my sorrows away?’ Is that what it is? Yeah, drown my sorrows away. 

[batty-old-oz]

Yes, you heard the girl. The trouble is here. Run like hell. [His eyes roll as he drawls in a bored tone. Sighing, he avoids stepping on the trashes lying around, and moves toward her.] Hello, have we met before? I'm Oswald, my name is boring, I'm boring. But seriously, what kind of sorrow this time that you're drowning? I thought you'd be over the moon Quinn Taylor happy with your husband.