take our job with pride

UNREPENANT, showing no regret for one's wrongdoings. UNDAUNTED, not intimidated by difficulty, danger, or disappointment. UNARGUABLE, not open to disagreement; indisputable. UNRELENTING, not giving way to kindness or compassion. UNALARMED, not anxious or concerned. UNHEEDING, giving no attention.

[lockdcwn]

mcmeriae·:

“you don’t think it’s actually haunted, do you?” she loved halloween, at least she thought she did but there were rumors her building was haunted and she wasn’t sure if she believed it. old water heaters and rusted pipes could sound just like ghosts and ghouls after all.

“You don’t think it’s actually not?” Lock asked, tilting his head to the side slightly, questioning, a slightly teasing smile on his face. “Chances are someone inside’s done something to piss off whoever died around here - there’s always someone who has - you’re new around here, aren’t you? If you're only just hearing about it now, then, well -" he clicked his tongue, looking away, "- could be that the ghosts aren’t a big fan.”

[lockdcwn]

tinnybelliever·:

open event starter @sunnysidestarters·

Blowing out a huge breath of air, Tinsley puffed, “Phew, it is so much warmer here underground than I could’ve imagined.” Granted, her decorated stingray costume wasn’t made of the lightest fabrics either but something about Oogie’s place made her shiver in a feverish way. Fanning herself as best as she could, she raised her glass and said to the person next to her, “I swear if I was able to reach behind me and pour this down my back, I literally would.” The small blonde forgot to laugh with that so it may have not been all too clear to everyone that she was merely joking.

“Well usually the place isn’t packed to the fucking rafters, so.” Lock shrugged, his tone far more bitteresque than he’d been going for - but then again, he hadn’t really been going for anything at all. It wasn’t as if he wanted to cling to Oogie’s place being exclusive, but for years, it had been a sanctuary if nothing else - but now, it was managing to make three of his favourite things (Halloween, overly packed parties, and Oscar’s) nothing short of boring, irritating - somewhere in between, anyway. He glanced sideways towards the person speaking to him, looking her costume up and down, and though it took him longer than he’d like to admit, when what she was finally clicked into place, he couldn’t help but give her a genuinely impressed sort of smile. “When you’re in costume, you have to make sacrifices. You’ve chosen to commit to this - you’re not gonna back out now or risk ruining it just cause of the heat down here, are you?”

[summersblood]

[lockdcwn]

“this feels wrong,” he scowled at himself in the mirror, pulling at the sleeve of his jacket, resisting the urge to play with his hair or hurry to dig out something that actually looked like a costume before people would start arriving. sure, oscar wanted security, fine, whatever, he could do that - but at this point, he was fairly sure having to ‘look the part’ was going to be the death of him before the night was up. though there was one thing, he supposed - with the suit, the neat-enough hair, he definitely hadn’t come as he was.

[lockdcwn]

thesgtcalhoun·:

Calhoun was fully aware of the fact that she was rarely seen out and about, and even more hyper aware of the fact that she absolutely despised it. She managed to go most of the day without having to see or speak to anyone, and she almost didn’t go into the last store but realized she needed something to hand out for Halloween. She hadn’t originally planned on dealing with trick-or-treaters but figured it would be a decent thing to have in case she changed her mind. Turning to the voice behind her though, her eyes narrowed. She looked the man up and down before finally acknowledging his presence. “Well, maybe I am.” She responded dryly. Not even thinking about the treats she’d picked out. “Not that it’s any of your business anyways. Do you insert yourself into everyone’s shopping trips? Or did I just catch you on a good day?” Calhoun rolled her eyes, unhappy with having to deal with anyone.

Lock squinted slightly at her response, in a way that could be read as mocking of her own expression upon seeing him - she didn’t massively seem like someone he should risk trying to take the shit out of, but then again, that had never stopped him before, and now he at least had the excuse, no, the motivation that she wanted to upset children. No one who was openly willing to admit that deserved their own privacy, not in his eyes. “If I were you, then, I’d keep an eye out for the ghosts of Halloweens past,” he said after a moment of considering her, a half-smile sliding onto his face as he continued, “And I do try my best to keep tabs on my community, yes - but then again, I don’t think I’ve seen you round here much before. Lucky me, though, did I catch you on a good day?”

[lockdcwn]

ofmariesx·:

Grocery shopping was far from Marie’s normal, in fact, she’d had to ask for directions on how to get there. Yet with the party planner busy with something else, she’d found herself agreeing to go and pick up a few things when asked - a decision she was deeply regretting now. Apparently, she did have it in her to hate a store - it simply had to be a grocery store. “As if this is all I’d hand out, I’m not a monster.” She protested, a little too dramatically. Sure, Halloween was far from her favourite thing, but she wasn’t about to let anyone say her family couldn’t put together a good night - she had standards, and those had to be met even when she didn’t enjoy the holiday. “These are simply a few last minute additions that were somehow forgotten. If I was aiming to make kids miserable, I’d be that person who gives out raisins. Not that I hand them out, but that’s not the point.” 

Lock looked more relieved than anything else at her protest, as if her saying anything else would have been a crime punishable by death - which, in his eyes, it was. If there was one type of person he hated more on Halloween than the ones that didn’t give anything, it was the ones who only bought one 20-piece bag of chocolates and called it a day - they deserved whatever punishments the kids they had to turn away (including himself, years ago) dealt upon them, no matter what onlookers might yell. It wasn’t trick or treat for no reason. “Thank fuck, okay-“ for a moment, he seemed as if he’d be willing to let her just go back about her day (a rarity for someone like him) but then, she mentioned something that suddenly caught him off guard, “What do you mean you don’t hand them out?”

[lockdcwn]

muttonfudgc·:

❝ OW– WHAT? OH. ❞ taffyta delicately pulls one air pod from her ear and holds it in her cupped palm, turning halfway to glance over her shoulder at her assaulter. ❝ i’m sorry– ❞ she says, the way she does that lets you know she’s the furthest thing from sorry possible, ❝ –did i miss something? ❞ she gives lock a reproachful look before glancing down at her basket, which holds two measly bags of candy corn, and nothing else. she can’t deny it’s a glum picture– but it’s also not what it looks like, and it’s definitely not his business. still, the accusation is stinging; halloween is taffyta’s f a v o r i t e holiday. nothing in the world beats the all-night sugar rush, especially the one you get from trick-or-treating along bavaria street, where every house gives out full-sized candy bars. AND, while taffyta is many things ( and most of them awful ) she’s not the type to take candy from a literal baby. “this candy corn isn’t for eating, dumbass–” she starts, her eyes squinted in irritation. ❝ if you must know, i’m making a garland with it. you know, like, for decoration? ❞ taffyta rolls her eyes, before adding–  ❝ listen genius, my family gives out the candy you have wet dreams about– so, like, nice try with the baseless accusations, but, uh, maybe don’t go around accusing strangers of not caring about children. that’s pretty fucked up.❞

To him, her sort of reaction wasn’t all that remarkable - Lock wasn’t unfamiliar with someone shooting him a glare and a sarcastic remark when he got under their skin (hell, it was what he did best when he was out during the day, it would be more shocking if they were able to cause offence) but there was just something about watching her go through the quick process of removing the airpod that made him unable to resist a small smile, a choked back laugh only disguiseable by turning his head away for a second. He hadn’t set out to be annoying, but bothering someone who was that willing to show off their wealth, that was something he was always able to get a kick out of. He looked back towards her with a small curious squint, his head tilted on an angle as she began to explain herself, but he could only smirk and raise an eyebrow at her explanation. “Ooh, a garland,” he drawled in his worst possible posh English accent, rolling his eyes with a grin before quickly shaking his head and putting an apologetic hand up, expression suddenly mock-solemn, “no, Dame Maggie Smith, I’m sorry, it was wrong of me to assume that you buying candy on Halloween meant that you were doing with that candy on Halloween what everyone does with candy on Halloween. I hope you can accept my absolute sincerest of apologies. Well,” he stuffed his had back into his pocket, dropping the act as he looked back down to her basket for a moment, “at least you’re not actually giving that shit to kids. Fuckin’ insane they even sell it, do you know anyone who can even stand candycorn?”

[lockdcwn]

queenofisolationx·:

“Handing out?” Elsa glanced at the other, puzzled for a moment until it dawned on her what he was referring to. “Oh! Oh, no. No, I don’t do the whole candy thing on Halloween. Actually, I don’t really celebrate it at all,” she said with a shrug of one shoulder. Truth was she didn’t celebrate much of anything these days, but that wasn’t really a topic she should be bringing up at the present. Instead she moved her attention back to her basket, shifting the position of the offending treat. “No, the fig newtons are for me, and I actually really like them. Have you never tried them? Because if you had, you wouldn’t be acting so offended.”

“And why the fuck is that?” Lock asked incredulously, looking somewhat disbelieving. “Y’know, the closest thing you could get to directly, fuckin… helping a starving kid is giving them this sorta stuff. Plus it’s fun as hell. You’re losing on a lot of levels.” Hoisting up his bag, he crossed his arms, regarding her for a moment before following her gaze back down to the food she was buying. “Fig newtons,” he repeated under his breath, looking back up towards her, “generally I try to avoid stuff that sounds like my grandma would eat it, so forgive me for saying no - what the fuck even is a newton?”

[lockdcwn]

vinnysantcrini·:

It didn’t bother him one bit that his candy choice was being criticized – that was precisely the point. “Well, duh, there’s always that one candy that none of the kids like but they don’t pay attention to what they’re getting until they get home. So they get home, expecting a bag full of goodies, and bam!” He held the bag of fun-sized Good & Plenty’s. “They get these guys instead. Now their whole night is ruined because they had a dud candy.”

“You really are aiming to just be a dick.” Lock half-scowled, furrowing his eyebrows slightly with an accusatory glare. It wasn’t as if he himself were some sort of saint, hell, he was probably one of the furthest worthy of the title in their area, if not most of the city - but he had standards. Practically everything to him was free game, but Halloween and messing with kids (proper kids, not kids people called ‘kid’ but weren’t actually kid kids) those were off limits for fucking up. “Why... why, the fuck? Aren’t they just a waste of money on your end, anyway? Like you could get those... shitty little sherbert straw things for like, a quarter of the price.”

[lockdcwn]

Typically, rolling up to the shops was far from Lock’s favourite chore - but there was something about the sudden splashes of orange and black, coupled with cardboard cutout witches and ghosts thrown up in every storefront, hanging from the ceilings, that made topping up the family’s groceries not only bearable, but appealing. Halloween was the one holiday where he was willing to turn a blind eye to the fact everyone who could was taking advantage of the occasion to make money and instead just revel in it, for the sake of nostalgia if nothing else - though he was still far from giving up on celebrating, it had been the one night of the year that he’d always been able to look forward to no matter what other bullshit was going on around him as a kid, and it was that exact attachment that made him nothing short of furious when he took a glance into the person in front of him’s shopping basket at what they’d stocked up on for the night. “Jesus, is that really all you’re handing out?” he scoffed with a slight shake of the head, making sure to nudge their shoulder to grab their attention. “It’s like you’re aiming to make kids miserable.”

@sunnysidestarters

[lockdcwn]

shriekshocked·:

@lockdcwn

At the Wilson house it was rare for there to be a moment of sleep with five people living in the house it was in near constant activity. Even into the late hours of the night someone would be up and about in the house or coming or going from it. The only time it ever seemed calm was in the early mornings when Shock returned home from work. Usually everyone was asleep then leaving her to crawl into bed and catch a few hours of sleep before being at ‘work’ again. Today though sleep was not coming easily to Shock and despite her best efforts all she could do was toss then turn with no hopes for sleep. She pulled herself from her bed to work on some of the chores that had been piling up. She was starting to fold the laundry in the kitchen when she noticed someone come stumbling in. “Lock? What are you doing up this early? I thought Satan’s children didn’t get up until at least noon.”

Though in reality it had been a small handful of hours since he’d finished his night’s work and let himself fall onto his bed, it felt to Lock as if he’d only been able to shut his eyes for five minutes before he was awoken by his (uncharged, shit) phone ringing next to his head. Apparently unable to trust his future self to abide by an alarm the night before, he’d handed off a twenty and his number to one of his friends (really more a coworker than anything else, if such a thing was possible with Oogie Boogie - but still quite possibly the closest to a friend he would have had nearby at the time he made the deal) and now, after a quick, groggily grumbled conversation, he was having to force himself to blearily make his way out of his room and down the hallway, his only real motivator being the person he’d trusted with getting him up also being perfectly capable of bashing his face in if he didn’t arrive on time. Only then remembering it had been quite a while since he’d gotten up rather than arrived home at such an early hour, he was hit with the realisation he had no idea what he was meant to expect - only that it wasn’t finding his sister folding clothes in the kitchen. “Well, that’s what we aim for,” he conceded matter-of-factly, cutting himself off for a moment to yawn, “but Oscar’s got some fuckin’… meeting thing in like an hour, he wants backup ‘nd one of the regular guys’s out, so he asked me. What’re you doing up?”

[reginalehane]

[lockdcwn]

waterxwings·:

“I didn’t say none of it’s true, I said it because it doesn’t matter what we say!” It was clear Silvie was having more fun with their joke than Lock was. It wasn’t too much of a bother though, Sil was glad he seemed slightly more invested in the conversation and was warming up to them, “A raw energy, love, meaning you are unbridled and free, with no structure or risk to you.” It takes Silvie a long moment to realize he was asking what the coin said, not what his ‘energy’ said about him. Their eyes fell to the coin that landed on their arm, covering it with their hand and turning it over to read, “Tails! Is that good?”

Though Lock simply shrugged at their conclusion and appeared uninterested, he did slightly raise an eyebrow when they started describing what they meant by his energy. It wasn’t as if he were unfamiliar with the concept of having something about himself that was seperate to him but still very much there - hell, Shock probably could have given him more extreme examples given with what she dabbled in - but whether or not they were fully serious about there being an actual energy was what he supposed made the difference, and it was that part that he cared about the least. “Fuck it, fine, I’ll take that.” he conceded, remarkably seeming not too unimpressed with their verdict - though his expression faltered when he heard the results of the coin. Originally, his plan had been to keep listening until the streak of heads had broken, and then he would leave at tails - but now, though he wasn’t sure why other than just not being bothered, he was less keen to follow through with it. “It’s whatever.” he yawned, leaning back further still and shutting his eyes. “So what’s your energy, then? That something you can tell?”

[lockdcwn]

audrcyramircz·:

                AUDREY HAD A lot of stuff to do today – all morning already she had been running around without even a five minute break for some coffee and the list of things she had to get done didn’t even seem to get shorter. it was save to say audrey was n o t looking forward to the rest of the day – and as if the washing list of chores wasn’t bad enough, now there was u n e x p e c t e d company as well. with a roll of her eyes, audrey walked up to lock, not even halting when he threw some loose pieces towards her. “ first of all, get your ass off my bench – there’s already enough d i r t on it, i don’t want more cleaning up to do. “, she began, lifting a brow at him. “ secondly, don’t throw my shit around. “, audrey continued as she nudged at him to get him off of the working bench so she could put the pieces back on it. “ and lastly – of course i do. it’s my job. “. once she had put everything back as it was before, she turned around on her heels to face the guy, placing a hand on her hip as she asked: “ now – to what do i owe the d i s p l e a s u r e ? “.

Looking unimpressed as she failed to properly prove him wrong, Lock had leaned forward with his arms crossed, elbows resting on his knees, seeming unwilling to obey her command in turn and only dropping down to the ground with a roll of his eyes when nudged - it was too early (for him, anyway) to deal with the potential of her going any further to make him move. “Your job,” he muttered, half mocking, half scornful, leaning back against the bench and crossing his arms, “Don’t be boring, Ramirez, or I might as well just fuck off.” He went silent for a moment to watch her rearrange the pieces - if he wasn’t trying so hard to avoid it, he might’ve been impressed with how precisely she was placing them back into their original positions. “What, I need to book a fuckin’ appointment to see you now or some shit? It’s not enough to simply grace you with my presence? It’s like you don’t appreciate me or something.” Putting on a hurt looking expression, he reached over and plucked up another piece, twisting it around in his hands. “God, this isn’t how you treat your customers, is it?”

[sunnysidegossip]

most likely to stab their friend in the back?

                  IS THIS EVEN A QUESTION ? the wilson’s of course – more specifically SHOCK and LOCK. i wouldn’t trust those idiots one single bit. also, there’s something very untrustworthy and shady about TAFFYTA… i wouldn’t trust her if i were you. { @shriekshocked, @lockdcwn & @muttonfudgc }

[lockdcwn]

For many, Lock figured, waking up before noon was a good start - but for him, it was a sign of a boring fucking day to come. He’d tried, for a while, to force himself back to sleep, but given the sound of people going about their mornings outside it was a futile attempt, so he’d eventually decided to just go for the next, in that moment, best thing - and though that did mean a decent walk was ahead of him, that was a sacrifice he was willing to make for the sake of not losing his mind being cooped up at the Wilson’s. Taking advantage of a couple of shortcuts and a shockingly easy-to-pick entrance, he’d made his way into Audrey’s garage - though unfortunately, or, perhaps, in that moment, fortunately for him, its owner appeared to be out. Deciding to give her a few minutes before he’d change his plan, he shifted his way past a busted looking motorbike he wouldn’t be able to pick from another and cleared himself a space to perch on up a workbench, picking up a couple of loose pieces of whatever once he’d pulled himself up and preoccupying himself with trying to make them fit together until he heard someone coming in. “There is no fuckin' way you can actually tell this shit apart. Catch.” Having not deemed a greeting necessary, he tossed one of the pieces towards her, “Five bucks if you can actually tell me what the fuck that does.”

(@audrcyramircz​)

[lockdcwn]

waterxwings·:

Sil couldn’t really tell where Lock was going with this, it confused them a little as they took his words on face value. That’s what they got from a penny, apparently, though, “You’re not sure if any of this is happening?Then I can say whatever I want, if this isn’t real?” Surely they could have some fun with this, “The moon landing was faked. Abraham Lincoln was a robot,” Silvie giggled, “I’d poke you right now if I didn’t think you’d bite my finger off. You are the eye of the storm, dear; I don’t mean to bother you, I just think it’s interesting we never talk when you’ve got such a raw energy.”

Though Lock nodded idly as she started to speak again, still apparently transfixed on tossing the coin - why was it still only heads? - he finally glanced up at her, a slight look of curiosity dawning on his face as she suggested saying whatever she wanted, though he only shrugged slightly and didn’t break eye contact at the conspiracies. “Who’s to say none of that’s true?” he asked quietly, testing, seeming to be posing a genuine question, though he finally returned his attention to the penny once she started back up again, dismissive of her ideas of his reactions, but being called dear did give him a split second's pause. “A raw energy?” he finally asked, half quizzical, half disbelieving, as he looked back up towards her again - though as he did, he managed to flip the coin back towards her side, with it finally landing on her arm. “Shit - what does it say?”