poison

angel parker // 29

[noangelp]

henleyhowell:

Henley was thrown off guard as the woman handed him a rose out of her bag. “Aren’t we all a little special already? Thanks though.” He tried to get a peek in her bag before looking back to the stranger. “Can’t say I don’t feel special anymore. Unless of course you’re handing out one to everyone?”

Angel nodded her head. “I guess so, yeah. We aren’t really that special when we’re the majority.” She laughed a little. “Not yet. You’re the first.”

[noangelp]

acodexhaddock:

“Thank you, I know.” Andrea crossed her arms, looked at everyone “You’d think there’d be less hormones but god, no, of course there isn’t.”

“Jeez, you gotta chill,” Angel said slowly before laughing a little. “Are you not getting enough or something? People who complain about hormones are normally mad because they ain’t getting any.”

[henleyhowell-blog]

“And here I thought I was special for receiving a welcome gift basket. Turns out everyone got one, huh? Is this town usually so god damn nice to its residents?”

[noangelp]

“Aww pretty boy, do you wanna feel special?” She handed him a rose out of the bag of flowers she was had on her. “Here you go.”

[acodexhaddock]

“I almost feel like I’m back at one of those stupid high school dances but with less zits and more drunk people.”

[noangelp]

“That’s a good summary of a potluck. Any adult-based event is high school with more booze.”

[benjikennedy]

@noangelp

Benjamin sighed impatiently, waiting in the greenhouse for whoever it was supposed to show up today. He normally kept it consistent, stopped in quickly around lunch, did his business, picked up what he needed to and left, but today was strange and his lunch was otherwise occupied (not by a panic attack, he didn’t have panic attacks, anxiety was fake, he just really didn’t want any lab techs in shiny coats pulling pieces from his arm and shifting things around inside that felt like glass) so he was left to drag himself in around closing time, six when it began to get dark. It was a few minutes spent tapping his foot against the cement before he heard footsteps and approached the front counter, muttering, “Takin’ your time, eh?”

[noangelp]

Angel spent a lot of time with her plants. She found them to be better than people, to start. Her plants didn’t pretend to love her, try to kill her, or anything of the sort. No, they spoke to her, kept her company, were more loyal than anyone could ever be. Sometimes she forgot that she was even running a business until her plants whispered to her that she had company. Angel peeked out her door to see who it was and smiled in relief when it was Ben. She trusted him a little more than she did the other townspeople. Emerging out of her area, she went over to him with a smirk on her lips. “Sorry, got a little into my work. What do you need, hun?”

[noangelp]

dannyboinelson:

“Fuck,” he breathed, shaking his head and laughing to himself. Poinsettias. “Nope. Meant the first one. Don’t know how I can fuck up flowers so badly…”

“Stop, not everyone knows their flowers. In fact a lot of people don’t know their flowers. You just happen to be talking to a expert.”

[noangelp]

earthmovertom:

“Yeah, nothin’ wrong with it, just ain’t my first pick, you know?” Really, his job wasn’t bad. He got paid…enough, and food was at a discount sometimes. “Mmhm. And I would, but I ain’t smart enough to get hired and I definitely ain’t smart enough to make my own business. It’s sorta tougher than I thought.” And that was even with the fact he could control the ground. “I’ll figure somethin’ out some day, though.”

“I bet you’re a lot smarter than you think you are.” She hated seeing someone so down on themselves. It reminded her of...her. “I think I know a guy who can help set you up with a landscaping job if you’re interested. I only know him because of my job, obviously. He seems weird but cool.”

[noangelp]

earthmovertom:

“Job-wise? Grocery store, wherever they need me.” He shrugged. It wasn’t exactly where he wanted to be, this far into his twenties, but what could he do when he’d been…well, living through some shit. “I’m thinking I’d be good at landscapin’ or somethin’, but I can’t try it, seein’ as it’s winter and all.”

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with working at a grocery store. I used to work in produce back home.” She raised an eyebrow. “Landscaping, huh? Well, you should go for it. I mean, why not? isn’t this place supposed to be a new beginning for us?”

[averyphillips]

“Wh-what do you mean? I’m not on anything.”

[noangelp]

“Why are people worried about that? You seem sweet.”

[noangelp]

dannyboinelson:

“I don’t know, but not like one of these. I think I thought they were those Christmas flowers? I have no clue.”

She laughed a little. “Those are Poinsettias. Unless you mean  Amaryllis. Regardless, it was a good guess.”

[noangelp]

earthmovertom:

Tom nodded. “Well, I can say for someone newer to town, you’re doin’ a hell of a lot better than I am, so good job. Nice to see someone’s got a game plan.” Unlike him, the guy who had run off before he had any fucking skills.

“What is it that you do?” she questioned. “I bet you’re a lot better off than you think.”

[noangelp]

dannyboinelson:

Danny couldn’t help but chuckle. “True,” he answered. “Oh, for real? I…Thought those were a different thing, for some reason.”

“What did you think they were supposed to look like? Now I’m curious.”

[noangelp]

earthmovertom:

Tom nodded the little understanding that he had, and grinned. “That’s good. People are able to tell if you care.” Again, he looked at the flower, wondering what he was supposed to do with it. “You run that new greenhouse place? Or…whatever it is?”

“Yeah, I do. It’s my own thing. I used all the money I had saved from my old life to afford that broken down house. But it was the only one in town with a greenhouse, so it’s cool. I like cleaning the place up. It gives me shit to do.”

[noangelp]

dannyboinelson:

“It’s very hard to love a cactus, they’re prickly bitches.” Much like himself. “But. I will do my best with this one. I think I like it better.”

She snorted. “Prickly bitches need love too.” She ran a hand through her hair. “Right. It’s a hydrangea.”

[jorjasmith]

[noangelp]

benjikennedy:

Snowdrops were fragile little things, white and gentle, and Ben was surprised that she had them in her arsenal. Still, he nodded, paying close attention not to come into contact with her as she handed the little flower off. He took it into his hand, smiling gently until he was hit with a wave of energy, soft and sad, full of chaos and new beginnings. By the time he could see straight again, the flower was falling to the ground and he was glaring up at the girl, squinting. “The fuck’d you do to them, then?”

She backed away, his glare making her feel uneasy. He dropped the snowdrop and she didn’t know if she was more hurt by that or his accusations. “Do to them? Grow them and love them!” She couldn’t even fathom what he thought she did. With the look he gave her she really wasn’t sure. “These plants are special to me..” she whispered. “They are a part of me...I was just trying to be kind...”

[noangelp]

benjikennedy:

Ben had always been happy to know that plants, rocks, dirt - the natural things in the world held any tumult in their histories with grace. It was why his work was what it was; he liked the tranquility that nature held. Even firewood and tumbled stones were peaceful to the touch unlike possessions. “Don’t mind if I do,” he said, looking irritated as always, but who could be a pisspot when they had a flower? “What’ve you got?”

“I got a nice variety. Snowdrops, lilies, roses, daisies, tulips and hydrangeas.” She studied him for a moment. “You seem like the type to not go for roses and lilies. Daisies probably bore you too, no? But Snowdrops....Snowdrops are just your type.” She reached into her basket and pulled one out. “For you, sir.”