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Flik Anton || 25 || computer technician for Fall Technologies and Elle Magazine || amateur inventor

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Flik Anton || Ink and Paint Club

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Flik wasn’t paying attention when he left the coffee shop. He didn’t normally get coffee in the morning but he had been up late last night working on a new project.   He blindly opened the door with his piping hot latte in one hand before walking straight into someone.  “I’m so sorry,” he apologized looking in his bag for any tissues or napkins he might have stored in there from a previous fast food run.  He came up dry and started to apologize again before seeing just who he had run into.  It was Neal Burke, shit.  He was a dead man.  “B-Burke, I’m so sorry.  That was a complete accident.  I’ll pay for your dry cleaning.” @therealnealxhopper​

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Flik came out of his office in a mad dash looking for Dot.  “Hey!” he shouted when he saw her across the room.  He waved before heading over to her.  “I’m working on a new invention and I could use a second set of hands and eyes. Want to help?” he asked biting his lower lip and rocking back and forth on his feet.  || @dottiescout​

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queenatta‌:

@inventiveant​ continued from here

Atta sighed, making her way over from the spot on the wall where she was leaning to look out the window. “Great, just great. Love winter. This is not great walking home weather, lemme tell you.” Suddenly, the room went dark and Atta let out a little groan. “Oh, seriously? Did you do that?” she asked, leaning on the desk to look at him. “Kidding, I know that you didn’t. I better go get some candles.” She made her way to the office door. “Hey, it’s gonna get cold quick in here, there are some blankets in the closet over there if you wanna grab some. And could you call the number in the front of my planner on the desk? Red highlighter. It’s the power company, maybe they can sort this.”

“Oh I know.  It’s not fun walking to the subway or the blocks home when it’s like this.  The absolute worst has to be the time I was walking home and it started to hail, that was kind of scary,” Flik responded.  “Do what?  The lights?  Yeah while messing with the computer I turned off the lights.  I need more of a challenge.” He shook his head and chuckled.  He started searching for the planner, once he found it he handed it to her.  “Here I know you asked me to call but I figured you could do that while I find the blankets.”

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metamcrphosys‌:

@inventiveant​ || “oh, CHRIS—” there’s the resounding pop of the bottle. That sound of midnight resounding through New York, the cheers heard from the expansive board room at ELLE where a small party was being held. Where Marissa, who forgot her glasses and somehow during the night lost her right contact lens, was trying to uncork the bottle for their celebration. And who felt the bottle of champagne slip from her hands and angle itself just right to… She’s handed off the bottle to a colleague and has made her way down the steps of the small riser and checking to see if Mr Anton, who had just been hit with a cork cap, was alright. “Christ,” she mutters, checking to see if maybe he’s gotten a concussion then realizing that maybe she shouldn’t because she can’t actually see. “Are you okay?” She asks, looking quite contrite for the mishap.

Flik had felt a bit guilty going to the party at Elle, he felt like he was somehow being disloyal to his other job by going to this party instead of a non-work related one or just not going to one in general.  Then again it was a party at Elle and Marissa scared him more than Garrett so maybe it was better to go to this party and keep her happy.  Besides this gave him a chance to see Atta and maybe even talk to her.  By the time midnight came around he had had a couple of drinks and didn’t feel that uncomfortable anymore - well he felt comfortable until he was hit by a cork.  Thankfully it hit him in the back of the head instead of his face since he had traded in his glasses for contacts tonight.  It still hurt like a bitch though so he was rubbing the back of his head when Marissa came over.  “I uh think so.  It hurts quite a bit but I just got hit so that’s normal.  I think I’m gonna be fine though,” he said wiping at one of his eyes which was starting to tear up a bit from the pain.

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❄️ - for atta

❄️ – our muses get snowed in and the electricity goes out

Flik was in Atta’s office trying to fix a problem she was having with her computer.  He climbed out from under her desk to check the machine and if it was doing all right when he noticed the snow coming down harder.  “Snow’s coming down pretty hard.  I think the blizzard came a bit early,” he commented gesturing towards the window.  He started clicking around making sure everything was working when the room turned dark.  The storm must have knocked out the power.   He flicked the flashlight on his phone on so he could at least avoid walking into any of her furniture or her.  “Well, I guess we’re spending another night at the office,” he said running a hand through his hair nervously.  

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queenatta‌:

Atta smiled, eyes flitting downward at his slip of the tongue before she looked back up at him. “Don’t ever be sorry for being committed to work. Lord knows I’m always at work, this is one of the few moments I’ve been out of the office in weeks.” She laughed, taking a sip of her coffee. “Well, it takes a lot of coffee to keep up with the craziness of being a Reed.”

“Oh right I forgot who I’m talking to,” Flik said chuckling and running a hand through his hair messing it up a bit.  “I guess it does. I wouldn’t want to be caught between any of you and the coffee machine.  Maybe I’ll get you and Dot something coffee related for Christmas.”

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queenatta‌:

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Atta broke into a wide smile as she slid into the seat across from him. She rarely was out of her office during the day, but she’d decided to take a break from the hustle and bustle to grab a coffee, and it seemed Flik had the same idea. “I hope you don’t mind,” she said, referring to her spot at the table. “I just feel as though I haven’t seen you in ages.”

“No of course not.  I love your- I mean I enjoy your company thoroughly,” Flik answered shaking his head.  He started blushing at his slip of the phrase love.  “I’m sorry, I’ve been busy.  I haven’t really been leaving work a lot, practically sleeping in my tiny closet size office.  You know I ran into your mother other day, she was getting a coffee at the time too.  If I run into Dot getting coffee next I’ll be a bit frightened.”

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ililopelekaii‌:

“Hey, have you seen a squirrel with a ribbon on its tail?” Lilo asked the random man in the park. “I found him a while ago and took him home but my sister totally flipped out so I let him go, but I wanted to be able to find him again. So now I’m just wondering if I’m looking in all the wrong places or if he got the ribbon off or if something happened to him.”

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“A squirrel with a ribbon on its tail?  On its tail?” Flik repeated the question convinced he had misheard the girl.  “No but I wasn’t really paying much attention to the squirrels running by.  How did you get a ribbon on it in the first place?  Aren’t squirrels usually scared of people?”

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metamcrphosys‌:

“Oh, no. You keep doing what you’re doing. I’m just trying to escape my incessantly ringing telephone. And getting some coffee. You know, the corporate dream.” She raises the coffee cup, a styrofoam cup with a little paper sleeve, to him. “How’s the tech? The… computer and all those things I, an old person, don’t understand?”

“Okay well feel free to let me know if I’m disturbing you.  If the tools make too much noise or anything.  I wouldn’t want to annoy or upset the boss or boss’s mom whichever your title is nowadays,” Flik said scratching at the back of his neck.  “It’s um it’s good.  Most of the time it works pretty well although sometimes I get called in to fix little things or help with computer problems.  You’re not that old, you could learn to understand this stuff if you wanted to.”

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metamcrphosys‌:

@inventiveant​ // Marissa knew almost every employee, if not every employee, that came through Elle and stayed longer than a week. She liked knowing the interns, the staff, Marissa cared to know them, even if many people may see her as a hardened board member. She knew many people had that view of her, even if she was once the boss. Or perhaps because she was once the boss. Some people flitted about her should she come down the hall, or ducked, or swerved. But someone, in particular, seemed to blank her entirely, or at least dodge her. Wide arcs, circles. This time, she thinks he hasn’t noticed. If he had, he might have done a wide arc to avoid her in their office lounge. Marissa thought that the tech in there (some desktops and televisions) might be why he was there. “You look like you’re rather busy,” she says, “coming for coffee? Are you on break?”

Flik had just climbed out from under one of the desks to grab his screwdriver so he could open the computer up when he heard a woman’s voice.  He turned around and saw Marissa Reed.  In his shock he dropped his screwdriver narrowly missing his foot.  “Ms. Reed, I um...” he said losing his train of thought and momentarily forgetting what he was going to say or what he was doing in there.  “I’m uh fixing one of the computers.  No I’m not on break right now but if you need something I can put this off.”

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Sorry I'm late, I was saving the world. You know how it is.

Halloween 2019 || Flik Anton as Scott Lang/AntMan

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Flik Anton || Twenty Five || Computer Technician || Regalian

“I just wanted to make a difference.”

↳ Biography:

At a very young age, Flik Anton figured out that he wasn’t someone that people understood. While other kids played with trucks and dolls, Flik was using his Lincoln Logs to build extraordinary things. His teachers told him to try to build something normal, his parents told him that he’d never make friends if he didn’t blend in, but Flik just couldn’t stop being different. After years of perfect grades, social struggles, and floating around the New Jersey Public School System due to bullying, Flik’s parents finally admitted defeat and sent him to Wishing Well High in New York where he could actually be academically challenged. The new school was certainly a step up for Flik. The coursework fit both his level and his interests and he was quickly accepted into the Smarticles clique. Finally, Flik was surrounded by intelligent people that didn’t think that being intelligent was a fault. Truthfully, he still felt a little on the outside of the Smarticles - his wild inventions were sometimes a little too out of the box for his peers - but it was a million times better than his previous experience.

A better school life wasn’t the only thing Wishing Well brought Flik. He was a sophomore when he first saw her - Atta Reed. He’d heard her name a thousand times - she was only a freshman but she’d already made an impression - but seeing her was a different story. For about thirty seconds after she walked into the library, Flik’s entire world seemed to stop and all he could see was this beautiful brunette, surrounded by light. One of his friends snapped him out of it and wished him good luck trying to snag the unattainable Head Fashionista. Flik brushed it off, but his friend was right. The boy spent the next four years trailing after Atta like a lost puppy dog. He’d make up every excuse to show her his latest invention or ask her about the next big thing for fashion. She never paid him much attention, giving him polite smiles and nods and ushering him along. But it all changed one day. Flik had heard about her break up, the whole school had, and it took everything in him not to go out and punch Daniel Copper - who’d broken her heart. But, he knew it was a fight he would never win, plus the ordeal completely changed Atta’s attitude towards him. It still wasn’t anywhere near flirting or romantically interested, but she stopped ushering him away, she listened to his ideas - even though she often accompanied the listening with an eye roll, and she confided in him.

Flik continued through college at Wishing Well, earning a degree in Computer Science. After graduation, he was quickly offered a job at Fall Technology by fellow former Smarticle, Athena Lampros who’d remembered his talents. Flik thrived at Fall Tech. He was doing what he loved and Athena even considered and implemented some of his tamer ideas for improvement. While working at Fall Tech, Flik met Jaq Durand, who spent a summer interning for the company. The two got on immediately. Flik had never really had any good friends while growing up. None that stuck in the long run at least. With Jaq, Flik finally felt like someone understood him - even at a basic level. The two remained close even after Jaq’s internship ended and Flik usually turns to him for support and advice.

One day, a technical liaison opportunity opened with Elle Magazine. Flik had known for a while that Fall Tech partnered with Elle to provide them with necessary computer programming and IT support, and honestly he’d been keeping an ear out for jobs there. Athena was more than willing to give him the job, as long as he could keep up with his current responsibilities, and thus, Flik was once again in the presence of Atta Reed. Everything was going well for Flik, until one night he discovered something he shouldn’t have. He spent the next three hours digging through computer files and emails and transfer statements and realized that Elle’s former Editor, Marissa Reed, and some of her staff had been embezzling for years in exchange to keep some man called Hopper quiet about something. Flik spent the night compiling evidence, and then he made a big mistake. Flik knew that this information would destroy Atta, so instead of taking it to the police, Flik confronted Hopper himself. Suffice to say, things did not go well. Flik left the ‘meeting’ with a black eye and a broken nose, however, he still had his knowledge, and if Hopper wasn’t going to stop, Flik would have to take it to the authorities. And that’s what he was planning to do until he walked into Elle the next morning to find Atta sitting in her office with a bright smile on her face, directed at Hopper himself. For the second time because of Atta, Flik felt his world stop. The message was clear, if he tried to mess with Hopper again, Atta would get hurt - and nothing was worth Atta getting hurt.

→ Side Note:

♠  Based on Flik from A Bug’s Life ♠  Former Smarticle at Wishing Well High ♠  Computer Technician for Fall Technologies and ELLE Magazine ♠  Enjoys inventing in his free time ♠  Friend of Jaq Durand ♠  Enemy of Neal Burke ♠  Potential love interest of Atta Reed

Faceclaim: Grant Gustin Availability: Open