Doch jetzt weiß ich nicht mal mehr

"It's all about the enantiomeric excess." Walt from Breaking Bad. Please check out the Readme!

[capt-ncook]

finally I finish editing my blog.

[enantiopurity]

// It looks great! :D

[inboxideas]

Hit my character. See how they react.

[imtheblowfishbitch]

"Uh- you may not have noticed, but I just got here, yo. And I’m  later than I would’ve been if I didn’t need to pick you up some damn munchies,” he picked up the bag and shook it to emphasize his point.  “What hell you need snacks for anyway? What, you forget to to cut the crust off your PB&J?”  He asked, crossing with long strides to the lockers and began peeling off his jacket.

"That reminds me, we need to set some hours around here. You know, a schedule,"  he said pulling on his lab attire. "I can’t be at your beck and call at all hours, it’s not ethical. Believe it or not, I got a life outside of this," he bit back a yawn. He’d been up late the night before with Andrea. He’d gone out to dinner with her and Brock the night before, took ‘em to go see a movie afterward- Cars 2.  Brock had loved it. Brought along his bright red nascar and pretended to be Lightning  McQueen the whole ride home. It made Jesse smile, picturing the little guy making whirring noises, gliding the wheels of his toy across the window of his car. Everything just felt so…he wasn’t sure, to be honest. He felt normal when he was with them. Like he was part of a family he had no business being a part of. Though he constantly worried that he would bring trouble down on them.  "Besides, didn’t  you say we were ahead this week? Or did Emperor Palpatine suddenly  up the ante on us?" He asked, referring to Gus.

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"The idea," Walt said, rooting through the bag of goodies, "is continued efficiency. Keeping up the momentum while we're ahead, rather than--" A brief wave of his hand. "--resting on our laurels." As he retrieved a granola bar to scarf down, he looked over at Jesse and clarified, "By the way, Gus has nothing to do with this. This is about doing the job, and doing it right."

A blatant lie, of course. "Continued efficiency"? Continued bullshit was a better term for it. Walt was distracted, disheveled--at least as disheveled as a bald guy could get. He hadn't had a proper night's sleep in ages, and now he seemed intent on working both of them to the bone just to remain awake and in motion and in control. These days, it felt as though he could exert precise control over the chemistry, and very little else. Working at the lab remained a comforting constant in his life.

Not that he'd gotten anywhere beyond switching on the lights and warming up the machines while waiting for Jesse. For the most part, he'd just sat there twiddling his thumbs, staring blankly at the empty husks of lab equipment. Missing the synergy of their teamwork.

No, not missing. That was too strong a word for it.

Crumpling up the empty wrapper, he shook off that uncomfortable feeling of dependence and came over to join Jesse. "You said something about schedules? And something about having... a life?" He continued in a condescendingly patient tone, as if he were humoring a small child by playing along, "And what, pray tell, does your 'life outside of this' consist of, hmm?"

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[enantiopurity]

Single crystals

The existing process we're using is pretty damn good, and sure, polycrystalline meth is beautiful in its own way, but sometimes I wanna grow a nice big single crystal, just for the hell of it. As big as it gets. Not that crystal structure would matter to the end user, but... I think it could be fun, showing Jesse how it works.

We could even make it l-meth. Just this big single crystal of decongestant.

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Readme 1.0 Addendum

Mission statement

Change and causality are central concepts in Breaking Bad. In line with these themes, the main goal of this blog is to explore just how differently things could've gone if different choices had been made, or different circumstances had come to pass. Tiny changes cascading into unexplored worlds of possibility--deterministic chaos, in other words. This is very much a what-if kind of blog.

Roleplaying

I have a really hard time finding posts on the dashboard, so I often track blogs via RSS instead of following them. So even if I don't follow you, or don't follow back when you follow me, that doesn't mean I don't wanna RP with you. :)

Honestly, I value content over style and length consistency. One-liners are more than welcome here.

I don't multiship.

I also have a blog for Mike: badassgrandpa. It's a secondary blog.

Activity level

This is currently my top-priority blog.

I'm likely to check in at least once a day, and will post a notice if I have to be away for extended periods of time.

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Mr. White, what the hell happen?.

With a low groan, Walt raised one hand and moved it gently in the universal sign for keep it down; my head’s gonna explode if I don’t have perfect silence. For the longest moment, he didn’t move, didn’t say anything. Then, after fumbling around to retrieve his glasses from where he’d carelessly discarded them the night before, he put them on and sat up, and only then did he venture a slow, bleary look around the room, mouthing, What…?

Stiff, aching joints; a briefcase that was ajar and seemed jammed full of bills; and, most disturbing of all, a gun he didn’t recognize-- All evidence of some kind of disaster he somehow couldn’t remember at all.

"Jesse—" he gritted out from between tightly-clenched teeth, ignoring the pounding behind his eyes and the throbbing pain in his side, "What the hell did you do?"

[imtheblowfishbitch]

Jesse blinked at the sound of the dial tone. Curt bastard. He pulled on a pair of pants and grabbed his keys before stepping out into the blinding sunlight. He stopped at the nearest Walmart, tempted to buy a whole truckload of funyans out of spite. He sighed, what  was he supposed to get that the grouch would like? Baby carrots, or some shit? 

Eventually, he settled on a box of granola bars and a couple of sodas, grabbing some cheddar cheez-its for himself.   Leaving the store, he set off for his day  job. At a meth lab. 

Pulling into the industrial laundry,  he nodded  to a few of the employees who nodded back at him knowingly  as he made his way to the back behind one of the giant dryers that hid the entrance to their lab. 

He crossed the grating and climbed down the stairs,  dropping the bag filled with food unceremoniously onto the table that held their coffee. “Hopefully all is to your liking, your highness,” he said, scathingly sarcastic.

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"Uh-huh..." Walt mumbled. Not that he'd given the bag and its contents--or Jesse, for that matter--so much as a single glance, what with his head poked halfway into one of the lab's industrial-sized tanks. All the better to check for residue; only a clean cook was an acceptable cook, after all.

He quit shining his flashlight around long enough to straighten up and glance over at Jesse, blinking as if noticing him for the very first time. When the haze of preoccupation clouding his thoughts cleared, he went, "Oh, you're here."

Beat.

"Why aren't you dressed? We should've started--" He pulled his hazmat suit sleeve up with a rustle to check his watch, a displeased frown creasing his face. In his all-too-familiar judgey-judge apply yourself tone, as he got down and came over to inspect the loot: "Remind me to get you an alarm clock."

[inboxideas]

Our characters just woke up in a motel room together with tattered clothes, injuries, an illegal firearm, a briefcase full of money, and no memory of the night prior!

►►In SIX WORDS or less, what does your character say to mine?

[imtheblowfishbitch]

"That’s it?"  Jesse asked, incredulous. "You scared the crap outta me, man."  Relief sounded in his voice. The old guy had been acting off-kilter lately, so it wasn’t a huge surprise, but still.  "I’ll leave now, I guess."

[enantiopurity]

There was a brief moment of silence. Then, in a marginally less irritated (but no less impatient) tone, Walt uttered, "Good. Pick up some snacks on the way. No Funyuns."

And just like that, he hung up.

[imtheblowfishbitch]

[Text] WHERE ARE YOU CALL ME WHEN YOU GET THIS [Less than a minute later] YOU HAD BETTER BE DEAD JESSE [Thirty seconds later] I KNEW IT YOU'RE HIGH AREN'T YOU

[text]  HOW ABOUT GIVING ME A FUCKING MINUTE

After the initial annoyance, fear welled up inside Jesse. Something bad must’ve happened- really bad. Quickly, he dialed Mr. White’s number. “For the record, asshole, I was asleep,” he said, after he heard the phone pick up. “Now what’s up?”

[enantiopurity]

Something bad had indeed happened. Something positively horrifying. As Walt's dangerously level voice was quick to explain--

"For the record, you're late. You were supposed to be here half an hour ago. Am I going to have to start the cook without you?"

[theworldofcinema]

What is it with you guys?

[enantiopurity]

// You can't just take my themes like that, Tumblr! :(

[enantiopurity]

WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

As opposed to what? Non-human? Walt nearly retorted, but he kept the jab to himself.

This was an unpleasant question, one that churned up the mud of old memories best left buried. He frowned as ugly little bits and pieces started coming back to him in spite of himself—a cheery parade of slights and embarrassments and mistakes. Mistakes that, even after all these years, he couldn’t bear to glance furtively at like a student cheating on a test, much less acknowledge out loud in front of a stranger.

And in the end, he twitched a brief, ambivalent shrug of a grimace and said, “I don’t remember.”

[enantiopurity]

Jesse! D:<

// Newly-minted Walt RPer here looking to make some meth-- uh, I mean... friends. :D While I'm primarily looking for a Jesse to manipulate to hell and back to treat with love and respect, I'd love to RP with anyone and everyone. If interested, feel free to follow or drop me a line, and we can get something started. I don't bite!

[enantiopurity]

Readme 1.0

Essentials

This is a roleplaying blog for Walter White from Breaking Bad. I am in no way affiliated with Bryan Cranston or the creators of the series.

This blog contains references to the production and distribution of methamphetamine, as well as other criminal activities and plenty of violence. All of the events described are fictional. I do not condone these activities, and Walt's actions and opinions do not reflect my opinions as a writer.

Roleplaying

I'll RP with anyone without prior plotting. Feel free to send an ask, submit something, reply to an open post or start something in the #enantiopurity tag.

The default point in the timeline for this Walt is Season 2, but I’m 100% flexible when it comes to setting.

Both Walt and I are well over legal age.

There's no need to ask permission before trying to hurt or kill him, though death and injuries may be impermanent across threads.

I always play by the golden rule of improvisation: "Yes, and--"

Posts on this blog are likely to be text-only.

Credits

The icon's from this set by ithika on Hollow Art. The sidebar .gif is from this gifhunt by milkovichhelps.