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g33kych33ky:
@oneandonlysawicki
“Know what we should do? Go outside and kick some leaves around. Leaf crunching sounds are literally the best.” Is this really a post-coitus suggestion? Wow.
“You really want me to get out of bed to kick some leaves around?” It’s not the most surprising thing that’s ever come out of her mouth, but close. “You don’t want to stay here for, like, five more minutes?”
imperfectvalues:
‘ isn’t it the sole purpose of you coming into m’ flat? ’ he’s amused to say the least. nothing feels boring around Tony. he’s quite the entertainment.’ be my guest.’
“you know i only come over here for the alcohol,” he said with a laugh. it didn’t take him long to slip his jeans off and kick them to the floor. never one to back down from a challenge. (but really, was it even a challenge?) “now it’s your turn, yeah?”
sometimes I forget straight people watch orphan black
arraigns:
continued from here x
Tony was right in that regard. Rachel had no intention of giving him a clear cut answer, but enough that he would learn more about the genetic defect and all it meant. The weakness she heard in his voice was enough to give her the confidence that he would take the cure. Cosima was better with coaxing that she was. Admittedly, Cosima wore her heart on her sleeve and it was endearing.
❛ Ah yes, Sarah. Not exactly the best spokesperson but she was right in keeping you distant. Although I assume you weren’t too put off by the idea, ❜ she continued, under the impression that Tony might have preferred it. ❛ But, to answer your question as easily as possible, creating us is not easy. It comes with its limitations and failed attempts. We are controlled chaos, as I like to put it, and therefore are unable to be made perfectly. Our defect is our infertility as a result of the estrogen needed to harvest us. Because of this, we suffer from Follicular Lymphoma. It is linked to a deeper immune deficiency. Essentially, it is killing us. ❜
Rachel spoke with a calmness that could only be attributed to someone who had spoken about it a thousand times. She had come to terms with her illness, knowing she, and at the time, DYAD, would stop at nothing to find the cure. Rachel lifted her drink and took a long sip.
❛ That is, until, now. ❜
“She did...a decent enough job,” Tony said with a bit of a huff. It was becoming more obvious that Sarah had only told him what he needed to know. Surely she had also known about the sickness, and it would have been nice to have been given a warning. Though there was no time to fight it now. Hell, he wasn’t even sure where Sarah was at the moment.
Part of him longed to be included in the group. He wanted to fight for his sisters, but he knew he didn’t have anything to offer. Science was never his strong suit, and he was never truly on the right side of the law. Though it seemed the group was straying further and further from that as well. “Guess you’re right,” he said, his voice soft. Rachel wasn’t extending an invitation, she was giving him information. All he could do was listen.
“Sounds great,” he said, though anyone looking at him could tell he was a little shaken. Being told that there was a defect in your genes was never easy to hear, but he still didn’t know what it meant. How much longer did he have, did any of them have? It was somewhat of a sobering revelation.
“Wait...until now? What the fuck does that mean?” he asked, his eyes trained back on his drink. He didn’t want to trust this woman, didn’t seen any reason to. But she was telling him more than Sarah and Felix ever did.
tagged by: @burnitalldcwn & @govtdna
quiz from here
58% Rebel
The Rebel is comfortable throwing caution to the wind—and bucking the system—if that means getting their point across.
26% Performer
Taking center stage comes naturally to the Performer, whether at the water cooler or in front of an audience. They are magnetic and know how to inspire.
16% Explorer
The Explorer is drawn to the unknown, whether that’s a Himalayan peak or the road not taken, and have a thirst for adventure. They take journeys, not vacations.
tagging: @g33kych33ky @imperfectvalues @runewarsmaster @drcormiier and anyone who wants to do it!!
drcormiier:
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there was a mixture of terror and excitement rushing through her body as she strode towards the elevator at a brisk pace, pizza in hand. she had never been a big fan of the “italian” pie, but thankfully this wasn’t for her. (she had merely used her french charisma wallet to obtain the food from the teenage delivery boy.) though, being thankful only calmed her for so long, when she was reminded of who the dish was really for.
Tony.
she had last seen him when she had to say goodbye to both her loves. nothing about the situation had be fair, but she had to do what was best for them. and hopefully he would now understand that it truly had been the RIGHT thing to do after all.
with a gulp, delphine entered the old and creaking elevator. she knew tony didn’t like aliases, but at least he was able to stay off the radar in a place like this… or at least, off everyone else’s radar. it hadn’t been too hard to track him down, and the most difficult part of the journey was waiting ten floors above her.
she had NO idea how he was going tor react.
much like the majority of those in the cloneclub, he presumably thought she was dead. while he was incorrect- there was a scar on her abdomen that remained as a reminder that she very well should be. the thought of the pain of the bullet ripping through her was enough to make her blood run cold.
❝FLOOR TEN.❞
the automated voice snapped her out of her thoughts, and the box in her hands spread warmth back through her veins. when the doors stuttered open she immediately began searching for apartment #1070. when delphine finally found the door she was looking for she took a deep breath, balanced the absurdly large pizza box on one hand, and K N O C K E D.
nothing about this night was any different from the nights before it. after delphine left, after he went into “hiding” again, things seemed to follow a pattern. he had picked up a few odd jobs over the months, mostly bartending or working on cars. he was versatile, and he knew that reverting to his old ways of thievery might bring more attention on him than he really needed. besides, sometimes the owner of the bar let him drink after shifts.
on a rare day off, tony decided to treat himself. a pizza on the way, he settled into his couch with the tv on and an open beer in his hand. similar to many other nights he spent alone, but he didn’t mind. there was no point in pulling anyone else into this whirlwind of a life.
sometimes, he wondered what would have happened if sammy was still alive. would he ever had found out he was a clone? of course, his partner had been talking to beth, but he seemed to not want to tell tony anything. it was a big secret to keep, and part of him hated sammy for leaving him with such a big burden to carry. of course, he just wanted sammy back.
when he heard a knock at the door, he grabbed the $20 off of the table in front of him. beer still in hand, he went to open the door. “here you go, keep the change,” he said, his eyes trained on the ground before realizing that pizza delivery guys didn’t usually wear high heeled boots to deliver pizza. looking up, he was met with a face he thought he would never see again. the beer bottle fell out of his hand, shattering on the tile below.
“what the hell are you doing here?” he said, finally able to get his lips to start working again. “you’re...you’re supposed to be dead.” maybe that wasn’t the nicest thing to say to your ex, but tony wasn’t really expecting a ghost to show up on his doorstep. “fuck, did they clone you too?”
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❛ Yes, you are right about that, but it really is for your own good. You see, we are sick, ❜ she said, turning so that way when she looked up, it was directly at Tony. ❛ A genetic defect, we like to call it, Something that we have kept you in the dark about until now. Just be thankful we did. ❜
Rachel considered her next words carefully. Tony had been so far removed from the insanity of their plight that bringing him into it seemed unfair. Even for Rachel. Still, she knew he needed to know some of it, maybe not all of it, but enough that he would take the cure when presented to him.
❛ Have you met any … others? ❜
She was looking at him now, almost as if she was inspecting him. He could only see one of her eyes, but it was still uncomfortable. “Sick?” he asked, his voice weak. Of course no one had told him about this. They would all try to say it was for his own good, but he didn’t really believe them anymore.
“No, I haven’t. Sarah didn’t think it was a good idea. And she might have been right. Really don’t wanna lose an eye or anything,” he said, taking another long drink. “You gonna tell me more about this...genetic defect?” he asked. She didn’t seem like the type to give straight answers, but maybe she would be more talkative than Sarah ever was.
@imperfectvalues || cont.
“You ever think I just didn’t want to hear you bitch for the next hour?” he says, though he’s already smiling. “But I guess it is getting hot...I wouldn’t say no to losing my pants.”
❝ you have to trust me & in me. ❞
@drcormiier || random starters
“How the hell do you expect me to do that?” he said, his voice cold. Cosima seemed to have forgiven her so easily, but Tony wasn’t so sure he could. Something just didn’t feel exactly right, not yet. “You’re up to something, I know it. I just want to know what’s going on. I’ve been in the dark for so long, damnit!”
"We miss you."
@unmoniitored || random starters
“You’re just saying that,” Tony muttered. It wasn’t as if her or Felix had reached out since he first arrived on their doorstep. There wasn’t much reason for him to believe that they wanted him around, but he knew that he shouldn’t be so harsh on them. They seemed to have a lot going on, to say the very least. “You could have, I dunno, called?”
❝ come back to bed. ❞ - Ira
@govtdna || random starters
Tony makes it to the doorway before Ira says anything. When he hears the bundle of blankets speak, he chuckles. “You don’t want breakfast, hmm? You could always join me in the kitchen,” Tony says, hovering in the doorway. He at least wanted to try making pancakes, though the jury was still out on how they would end up.
a hundred more random starters [2/??]
❝ women endure what men cannot bear. ❞
❝ ‘tis my crown & I will fight for it. ❞
❝ how long? how long have you been planning this? ❞
❝ you betrayed me! betrayed US! how could you? ❞
❝ we’ve lost control of [name/pronoun]. ❞
❝ [name/pronoun] sees the forests, but not the trees. ❞
❝ the gods & kings of old have deemed you unworthy. ❞
❝ what will you do, now that you know the truth? ❞
❝ take your shirt off. ❞
❝ can’t decide if I want to fuck you in bed, or if the wall is a better option. ❞
❝ I will not lose. ❞
❝ people are using condoms to apply makeup. why? ❞
❝ well, they certainly know how to put lipstick on a pig. ❞
❝ remember the promises we made to each other. ❞
❝ spring will always arrive. ❞
❝ you look beautiful in the moonlight. ❞
❝ I hope you can understand my heart. ❞
❝ people do stupid things in the name of love. ❞
❝ if anything should happen to his/her majesty, I should think you’d look to me to secure your future. ❞
❝ if you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves. ❞
❝ have you ever regretted what we did? ❞
❝ yes, I’ve imagined fucking you. ❞
❝ when did you lose your virginity? ❞
❝ was he/she any good? ❞
❝ let me cum! ❞
❝ i’m going to hell, want to join me? ❞
❝ we fought. it’s over. i won. ❞
❝ stop, you’re only making a fool of yourself. ❞
❝ can you ever forgive me? ❞
❝ we can’t trust them! ❞
❝ be careful with your words. ❞
❝ they’ll hear us! ❞
❝ what if I want them to hear you screaming my name with pleasure? ❞
❝ hey! I’m romantic! sometimes. ❞
❝ the world will change & my era will begin. ❞
❝ you have to resist. ❞
❝ so is this how you take control of your life? ❞
❝ don’t let the bastards grind you down. ❞
❝ you’re a fucking idiot. ❞
❝ he who has no bread, has no authority. ❞
❝ there is little gain from further conflict. ❞
❝ I do not fear death. what I fear is doing nothing & losing everything. ❞
❝ my love for you has only grown. ❞
❝ I can’t imagine my future without you. ❞
❝ the tides will turn in our favor. ❞
❝ I will do everything in my power to protect you & our child. ❞
❝ how can you protect me from the monsters inside me? ❞
❝ you must cry for me, for I have no more tears. ❞
❝ know that I will be with you, always. ❞
❝ my winter will end & yours will begin. ❞
❝ god has no business controlling what I do with my body. ❞
❝ if this is what you want, then fine do it! but know that I will never forgive you. ❞
❝ if you love me, why did you leave? ❞
❝ pregnancy sex is one of the best kinds of sex. ❞
❝ you know, maybe you should take it easy. ❞
❝ a little fresh air isn’t going to kill me. ❞
❝ it would mean the world to me. ❞
❝ you are my soulmate. ❞
❝ I’m not wearing any underwear. ❞
❝ you’re so cute when you’re horny. ❞
❝ fine! I’m jealous! ❞
❝ you have no idea how much I’ve missed you. ❞
❝ I hate it when you leave. ❞
❝ we miss you. ❞
❝ our child hasn’t been sleeping well since you went off to war. ❞
❝ you light up whenever you look at them. ❞
❝ I hate fighting with you, especially over something as silly as this! ❞
❝ I’m suffocating here! ❞
❝ for once in your life, accept responsibility! ❞
❝ it’s your fault they’re dead. ❞
❝ too many people lack the gift of knowing when to fuck off. ❞
❝ humbling, isn’t it? to become the very thing you mocked. ❞
❝ with you, I feel like I’m home. ❞
❝ the best thing you can do for yourself right now is beg for forgiveness. ❞
❝ I only have a little neck. ❞
❝ [name/pronoun]’s head seems to have grown bigger. ❞
❝ I am madly in love with you. ❞
❝ it takes a lot to get me angry. ❞
❝ I can’t even look at you right now! ❞
❝ why can’t I stop crying? ❞
❝ there’s a hole in my chest & I don’t know if it will ever heal. ❞
❝ even now, whenever I’m with you, I can’t help but fall in love with you again. ❞
❝ a sweet for my sweet? ❞
❝ it’s not the first time this has happened. ❞
❝ this world is far too cruel to girls. ❞
❝ a daughter is a blessing. ❞
❝ I’m sore. ❞
❝ is there such a thing as too much sex? ❞
❝ there’s nothing more beautiful than seeing you stand there in the moonlight. ❞
❝ everything I’ve done, it’s for you, for us! ❞
❝ this is too risky! we might get caught. ❞
❝ you can’t be prepared for everything. ❞
❝ you have to trust me & in me. ❞
❝ I trust you more than anyone else. ❞
❝ what if something happens to you because of something I did? ❞
❝ please, just tell me what’s wrong. ❞
❝ I just don’t want you getting hurt. ❞
❝ love is not something that can be taught. ❞
❝ come back to bed. ❞
❝ as long as we stand together, nothing can stop us. ❞
govtdna:
“I-I really like you too…doofus. I don’t want to lose your either. I want you to stay forever.” A shy smile appeared on Ira’s face and there was a small pause before he carefully took Tony’s hand in his. “It felt really good to admit that. We should be weird together. We can make the most of it and we can- we can shove it in Westmoreland’s face. Would you like that?”
“You haven’t done this before, have you?” Tony said with a chuckle. Though when the man’s hand slipped into his, he gave it a gentle squeeze. He didn’t want to make him any more nervous than he already seemed. “Westmoreland would hate us, wouldn’t he? I’m just not so sure I want to get any closer to that guy than I already am. We could stick to, like, being weird around here. Right?”
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Which one are you?
Rachel lifted her gin martini and took a long drink of it. ❛ The evil one, ❜ she said, then leaning back from the bar top and turning towards Tony.
❛ What happened here is the product of what Sarah did not involve you in. I came here to say you’re off the hook. Free, as it were. Not that you hand your hands in this mess anyway, ❜ she said, her tone steady. ❛ However, you may want to hear what I have to say. ❜
Tony snorted, though from the looks of it her description might not be far off. Felix had given him a crash course on the clones, but she had never come up. Maybe she was what they were trying to keep him away from.
“Free? What the hell does that mean?” he asked as the bartender slid him his drink. Taking a drink, he tried not to focus on the fact that everything she said sounded slightly like a threat. “I really don’t think you’re gonna give me a choice. So hit me.” Not the best choice of words, but he didn’t think he was in much danger in a crowded bar.
g33kych33ky:
She’s aware she’s being irrational. For the most part, Cosima is always one who believes the head and heart can work in tandem and aren’t always at odds, but this is one of those times where the border between “overly dramatic” and “realistic” is too blurry for her to see. It does nothing except make her helpless to her own body, the one thing she thought she could control. They have nothing anymore.
Tony being present means more to Cosima than he’d know. She doesn’t share it outright, but when she looks back up at him, she swears he must know. Her eyes can never hide anything. “It’s, like, a West Coast hippie thing,” she teases back, and the faintest flicker of smiles bursts into light like a candle flame on her lips.
But that smile doesn’t last for long, as those lips suddenly collide into his, her hands grabbing desperately at Tony’s shirt to bring him closer. The sudden intensity of the kiss only surprises the barest consciousness of her mind. It’s been brewing for ages, the chaste nature of their relationship suddenly exploding in a moment of absolute weakness, of total desperation. God, she needs him.
Though she’s still joking around, a part of him is worried. Tony knows that she’s not okay, none of them seem to be. It scares him, the idea that Cosima is starting to seriously lose hope that they were going to make it out. But he wasn’t going to let any of them give up just yet. “You’re not in Cali anymore, Cos,” he murmurs, realizing she’s moving closer. Why was she moving closer?
The kiss takes him by surprise, but only for a moment. His hands move to cup her cheeks, and he realizes he’s wanted this for a while. He’s wanted her to cheer up, yes, but he’s also been selfish. Was he only spending time with her because he wanted this? He knew he was overthinking this entire situation, probably more than Cosima was. But hell, he was enjoying it. Was that weird? This had to be breaking some sort of law, science or otherwise.
When they break apart, he keeps his eyes shut for a few moments more. He doesn’t want to ruin this moment by returning to the present, reminding them both that they’re staring death in the face. “You...uh...we...could we do that again?” he asks, stammering until he can form a full sentence. Very eloquent, as he always was.
au where rachel is hunting tony instead of sarah
@govtdna || i’m sure this was a meme but this is so old
Rachel has access to files on all of the clones, at least the ones DYAD knows about. The one that fascinates her most is Tony Sawicki. She watched him grow up, but she still doesn’t know where the difference comes in. Their chromosomes are the same, but why does he feel like he’s different? He’s a threat, or at least she sees him as one.
Sammy and Tony are coming to Toronto. Sammy’s bought the plane tickets, and he didn’t tell DYAD, but Rachel knows anyway. She always knows. Tony is getting too close to the truth, but he’s also going to be within her reach. Rachel doesn’t tell anyone to take care of Sammy’s disobedience. She lets her men figure out what’s going on. She tells herself that Tony’s reaction will be interesting.
Sammy meets up with Beth while Tony is by himself in the hotel room. He bought a 6-pack and he figures there has to be something good on TV. He’s on his third when he hears a knock at the door. Shouting “I can’t believe you forgot your key again,” Tony gets up from his place on the bed and opens the door to a blonde version of himself. He drops his beer can, and Rachel steps over it. She’s determined to get out of this not smelling like beer.
They talk, and Tony asks questions. Too many questions. It’s obvious he doesn’t trust Rachel, and why should he? She doesn’t give him the full story, figuring his monitor will come back with that tonight. They’re closer than they should be, but Rachel knows that will be dealt with in time. She leaves his room the way she always leaves a room: with a threat. Come to the DYAD Institute for tests, and we won’t hurt your friend.
Though he doesn’t know her whole story, he has a feeling he knows why they want him. He’s different than the rest, has different hormones coursing through his body. This woman isn’t very inviting, and he still doesn’t trust her. He told her no after she was halfway out the door, and it seemed as if she didn’t hear him. She did.
Sammy comes home with an elaborate story about clones, convinced he will have to show Tony evidence. He’s got pictures on his phone, a copy of a birth certificate, paperwork from blood tests. He finds Tony curled up in bed, the TV blasting. It takes him a few hours, but Sammy manages to get through the whole story. Tony believes him without an ounce of proof. Sammy never hears what happened between him and Rachel.
He can’t sleep that night. Finally, he decides it’s useless, and realizes he received a text from an unknown number. Sent at 3:52am, it reads [text]: I need an answer. His reads [text]: Fuck off, sent at 6:58am.
On their way out of town the next day, Sammy gets shot. With his last breath, he tells Tony to call Beth Childs. A cop should be able to help, right?
Beth Childs also looks like him. But Sammy trusted Beth, so Tony does too. Beth gets him a different hotel room, tells him to sit tight. That’s the last time he sees her.
Next week, Beth is at the subway station. She leaves him a voicemail before stepping off the platform. He doesn’t hear it until the next morning. He has one text, but this time from someone named Blonde Bitch in his phone. Changed your mind? it read. He had.
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There was a touch of anguish in her eyes. Eye. Rachel had willingly let go of everything she knew. Betraying Ferdinand hadn’t come easily to her but it has to be done. She had given him a chance. She offered the future of a warm beach somewhere, knowing that the corporation that had smothered her youth was dismantled. Instead, here she was tossing out lines, trying to see what was left.
Tony was no exception. She had been the CEO, after all, and no one could really hide. So she found herself at the bar she knew he frequented, looking completely un-Rachel with her disheveled hair and wrinkled silk dress. The white gauze was still wrapped around her head and her wound still ached.
❛ A vodka martini - make it gin, extra dirty. Double it. ❜
Though Tony was aware that someone was sitting near him, he didn’t look over until he had finished his drink. He wasn’t used to being bothered at this bar; no one really knew who he was other than the bartender. But it only took him a moment to realize who had found him. This wasn’t a clone he had met before, he was sure of it.
“Can I get another?” he asked, lifting his glass as the bartender came back with the martini. He didn’t know what he was going to say, but he knew he would need another drink. “Which one are you?” he asked, his voice rough. He was tired of being blind-sighted, never knowing what (or who) was around the next corner. But he had a feeling that showing any sort of fear would be a mistake. “And, uh, what happened here?” he asked, waving his hand around in front of his face.
