unable to fall apart

"Atlas never shrugged, nor shall I." Newt. Second-In-Command Leader. Glader. Indie RP for Newt from The Maze Runner Trilogy

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+ @betawithascarf

        “Alright, ‘cause inquirin’ minds wanna know--” And because thus far Newt has been far too polite and not prying than he should have been. Really, he doesn’t care about anyone else’s business but his own (which happens to involve an entire pack), but seems like there’s a fair few things he oughta know about this place and the people in it. “--if your pack is over here, why the bloody hell were you comin’ in from Europe?”

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+ @ensignfinnclifton

“Y’ever get the feelin’ you’ve forgotten someone?” Alright, not the smartest thing he could have said, nor the best way to word it. Especially not in a place full of people with no memories stretching back more than two or three years—time wasn’t meaning as much these days. If it had ever meant anything there. “Someone specific, I mean.” Also probably not very helpful—Newt’s not feeling particularly wordy today. How did you explain missing the absence of someone? It wasn’t missing a person or even an idea of a person, it was an ache that came with a large gaping void in the shape of someone he knew had been important but he couldn’t remember the first thing about. “—shuck it, forget I said anythin’.”

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going away for the weekend with the rents but if you like this, then you will receive a starter when i get back xx

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in my defense i got a new laptop and forgot the password to this account because i couldn’t get the login off my old one because it died.

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relativeterms:

       ❝ you’re my favorite brother?? ❞ she offers him teasingly instead; eyebrow raising at the hair ruffle. she will NOT get flustered ( right after this shin kick, of course ).  ❝ what are you doing today anyways?? we should do something. ❞

         “y’got another one i should know about?” he replied, entirely deadpan. it wasn’t hard to be the favourite sibling when you were the only sibling after all. “oh no, that has never been a good thing, not a day in my bloody life. means you’re schemin’ somethin’ fierce.”

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relativeterms:

       her mouth opens, teeth lightly against each other. why did she bother?? probably just habit, it’s hard to break, after all; and davina’s been raised to always come off as the STRONG LITTLE WITCH, nothing less, nothing more. ever so slightly, she sits back up to face him, hair falling to frame her face. ❝ — i’ve heard STORIES, okay?? they’re bad. i’ve even gotten hurt a couple times because i couldn’t use my magic fast enough. ❞            and still, her lips purse into a light smile that doesn’t want be full just yet. ❝ someone has got to keep you on your toes. sonya put me in charge of it. it’s just the code i gotta follow. don’t be such a sad boy, ❞ she says, her bottom lip sticking out to pout. she’s missed this.

          he’s not gonna say anything, because at some point in the near future she’s gonna realise her mistake and that’ll be that, he’ll know regardless. it’s really just a matter of time. “an’ y’think that you’re gonna be faster with a knife that you’ve had for what? a couple’a weeks than y’will be with your magic, which you’ve been usin’ for as long as y’could talk?” without him, who would point out the glaring holes in her plans. really, he was a blessing in disguise. and not just because he was willing to make breakfast. “i knew i shoulda never let you two talk. worst bloody idea anyone’s ever had.” newt’s not all that sure how his sister is still managing to terrorise him from half a world away, but she’s thoroughly succeeding.

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      ❝ you when you’re asleep, tea and cake – together –, and … PUPPIES !! ❞ she says the latter after a moment of pausing; listen, she’s tired. ❝ thanks big brother. ❞

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          “gee, don’t i feel bloody loved.” he drawls at her, only pausing to ruffle her hair--as is his prerogative as older brother. “don’t mention it, ‘s what ‘m here for.”

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@heldthemtogether​ → surprise!!

          ❝ everyone and their mother is giving me a headache. can you make sure no one bothers me for the rest of the day?? ❞

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          “name three things that don’t give you a headache.” because apparently he’s incapable of avoiding smartass comments. “yeah yeah, alright, think i can manage that.”

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isaac lifted his phone, even whilst driving, snapping a photo of newt’s unimpressed expression before he finally smirked. “we’ll laugh about this… someday.  no? well, i will. i was kidding.” entirely too pleased, isaac shrugged, “it wasn’t informative unless you consider learning to tell someone, ’on a scale of 1 to america how free are you tonight?’ useful” he could only imagine how this kid would judge him once he learned he wasn’t a beta. “the hospital is the last place i want to go… i’ve ended up there wayyy to much.”

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really, he should get a trademark on that unimpressed look of his--could probably get a small fortune out of it. “y’remember the thing i said ‘bout bein’ the one t’ regret this little partnership?” god only knows newt can’t take a goddamn werewolf in a fight. but at the moment, that doesn’t seem to stop him from considering it. “the answer t’ that is always america, ‘cause i’m only free for the very attractive and the very wealthy.” this is what happens when you use american pick up lines on a brit. “i thought you lot were meant to be good at healin’.”

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relativeterms:

      her head tilts back, blue hues wide. davina won’t swallow her pride, yet ( it’s NEWT – it’ll happen eventually ); but she won’t lie to him either. ❝ yeah, but what if my magic stops working?? what if it’s not strong enough?? ❞ she’s pretty damn proud of herself, too, for her voice to not waver during those questions. still, there’s a smile on davina’s lips, playing herself – because after all, she’d gotten good at faking it. ❝ but it’s not a morning thing!! just consider it a … me thing; because everyone and their mother knows i will never stop giving you trouble with getting out of bed. ever. ❞

          an eyebrow raised at her, because she does know there is literally zero point in trying to hide anything from him, right? “davina, ‘m certain of precious bloody little in this life, but i am entirely certain of your ability t’ cause a goddamn hurricane at a moments notice.” mostly because he’s seen her do it. there are some things you can’t be in denial about--the main one being the witch queen currently taking up all the bed space. “you ain’t never gonna stop givin’ me trouble about anythin’. i’m doomed.” slightly over dramatic? probably. but that certainly had never stopped him before.

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betawithascarf:

“You never asked after the text I got.  Figured you were set on checking out some nurses at the hospital.”  It was hard not to smirk, considering the text was his Pick-Up Line of the Day.

“...yes ‘cause hospital scrubs are just so bloody appealing.” He drawls, entirely deadpan and monumentally unimpressed. 

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betawithascarf:

“so, i found out where the pack is like an hour ago…”  he lied, but it had gotten too quiet.

“an’ you decided t’ wait ‘till now to bring this up ‘cause...?”

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betawithascarf:

Newt’s scent was enough to confirm he wasn’t a wolf and all the techniques he’d been taught to do with lying didn’t throw up red flags.  However, they both seemed to be paranoid tonight.  With good reason. “For the sake of worst case, dude, mountain ash would be like a facefull of sawdust co mpared to all the fucked up ways people tried to kill me when I lived her.  Granted, he could be wrong but he still counted his experience of recovering from electrocution and ninjas impaling him to still be top of the list on things to do with pain. However, he stood down for the moment deciding he could be wary of the other, plus he was still practically smirking at the formal plan Newt announced.  With Satomi, sure, but Scott?  The pack was a bunch of kids besides Derek, who would be the only one who would of ended up ‘offended’ he imagined if outsiders wandered in.  If Scott’s optimistic mentality hadn’t been massively altered since the last time the spoke on the phone.

“That makes sense. I get it… and to be honest, I’d rather not waste more time if any of them are in trouble.  So for now, New–bie.”  He smirked, “I can help you atleast find the McCall pack, I was returning to it… sort of.. but, if you make me regret it, I have little left to live for that would make it easy for me to take you down even if it means dying.” Isaac made the short statement, before he allowed himself to relax.  “We need to head for the hospital… No one’s been answering their cell, but Melissa might just be busy at work… she’ll point us the right direction.”  He said, not bothering to just give up that he was taking them to the ‘alpha’s mommy’.  After all, if Isaac respected anyone  the most, it would be her considering she’d been among the few that actually treated him fully like the mom he barely could even remember. Shifting his own pack that had grown discomforting, he began loping down the road, “But, first, a small pit stop so we don’t have to walk all of this… since you can’t match my speed…” He teased with a tinge of excitement, it was always nice to have an excuse to use one of Argent’s car’s.

“If you’re quite done with your primpin’ over there.” God spare him from werewolves with ego problems. He’s tired, he’s annoyed and to be quite honest--he didn’t want to be there in the first place. Because what made less sense than trying to avoid terrible things chasing you then heading to the dead center of all terrible things? Really, it was not anyone’s best plan to date. But he’s perpetually just the middle man--apparently that’s his life now. “Probably, but it’s better than nothin’ at all so if y’ don’t mind, I’ll be keepin’ the bloody ash if it’s all the same t’ you.” He’s trying to be calm about all of this--because the alternative is to be really bloody mad or incredibly terrified all things considered--but that doesn’t mean it’s working out too well. Still, he can try, right?

“Look, ‘m just tryin’ t’ avoid some kinda turf war--maybe it ain’t somethin’ that happens here often, but it’s happened elsewhere before." And god knows they can’t afford to lose anyone else. Not after...well. Recent issues that have arisen. “Trust me if anyone’s gonna regret this little team up, it’ll definitely be me.” In fact, he’s gonna call it now and say he will--but at least it’s someone who knows where the hell they’re going. Which is more than can be said for Newt. “Bloody brilliant.” He drawled sarcastically--he wonders if anyone in this town knows what comes up when you google Beacon Hills Hospital. Lotta death. Lotta ‘natural’ disasters. Lotta general chaos. “By all means, lead the way.” Contrary to literally everything he’s done since arriving, he’s not actually there to pick a fight with every stray werewolf he stumbles across. That’s just an unfortunate side effect of him being as gruff as he is. Probably not the best thing for negotiating but you’ve gotta work with what you’ve got, he supposes.

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relativeterms:

        her head ducks down, tucking the small dagger back into it’s respective place. she’s taken to carrying one around – perhaps she’s a bit paranoid. ❝ it’s staying with me, ❞ davina announces as she collapses onto the edge of his bed, continuing to lay back and staring absentmindedly at the ceiling. ❝ don’t worry so much; the leather is protected, the bloody dagger is safe where it is. ❞ she moves her gaze to look at his general direction, mocking his accent only playfully. ❝ i always thought afternoons were better for lunch and naps. maybe trips into town, or a BEACH – granted that there’s one in the area. ❞

          he’s giving her a look. a well deserved one if you ask him--for the simple fact that she makes no goddamn sense. ever. “y’do know y’can basically control everythin’ with your mind right? somehow i don’t think a knife is gonna make all that much o’ a difference.” not that she’s ever listened to him or common sense a day in her life before. but he still holds out hope. “well that too, but y’know, daggers an’ that sorta thing don’t strike me as a mornin’ thing. mornin’s are for sleepin’ an’ food an’ me tryin’ t’ get your sorry arse outta bed. that sorta thing.”

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typing like newt again is weird as hell because i don’t know if anyone missed the glaringly obvious but he talks incredibly strangely and it’s just very different from writing a modern day vigilante from new jersey.

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+ @relativeterms

           “--please put the bloody dagger down.” He feels like that isn’t the kind of thing he should have to say at nine in the morning before he’s had any kind of caffeine but here he is. Really, this is probably a sign that he should stop letting witches stay in his apartment because they did things like this. Also burning strange smelling things constantly. Why? He doesn’t know. And to be quite honest, he’s scared to ask so he won’t. “’m thinkin’ maybe sharp objects are more of an afternoon type’a thing.”

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