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@owenalexander
“Pain changes people.”
“SO--”
“What’d I miss?”
There is some good in this world, and it’s worth fighting for.
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers (via sullenwriter)
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Women in Art: Artemisia Gentileschi
Artemisia Gentileschi was an Italian Baroque painter, today considered one of the most accomplished painters in the generation following that of Caravaggio. In an era when women painters were not easily accepted by the artistic community or patrons, she was the first woman to become a member of the Accademia di Arte del Disegno in Florence. She painted many pictures of strong and suffering women from myth and the Bible – victims, suicides, warriors.
His grin was grand, his laugh soft. “Might be time to bring out the big guns, Pops.” Owen raised his eyebrows challengingly.
Making the most dramatic of turns, Owen placed one hand over his eyes as the other reached down into the nearest collection. With the selection drawn, he retracted his hand and grinned again. “Ah–what a wonderful find fate has granted me. Let us give it a go.” Owen fancied his way to the record player, switching the disk in it with the one in hand. Let the grooves begin.
Garrett smiled at Owen. He was glad he had a friend that appreciated music the way this man did. Stella began wiggling atop the counter, bouncing to the music as she looked up at her father. Garrett swiftly lifted her up and propped her against him, holding one hand in his big one.
They began to dance together, “you like this, huh?” He asked the little one. She replied with a simple grin and a small giggle.
One could say Owen knew how to get down on it.
Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt. For the most part. There was a sting of jealousy when Garrett danced with the little one. It had been too long since he danced with Teren; she was growing up. Happily. With a close-knit family, with people more like her. The closest thing to a daughter he would ever have.
These thoughts were muted enough by the music the three of them were dancing to. The dork swayed his way to H’s and picked up a Whitney Houston album. With his new partner, Owen boogied some more. “They’re pretty good,” he said of the competition to Whitney, “but I think we can take ‘em!”
:D I’M NOT DEAD.
"I am delighted to hear it, Miss Abby!"
“You know I can’t resist a good record sale.“
Originally posted by sinistersalvatore
Owen spun around once before delivering a sunflower to Stella and bowing. “My lady~”
The two year old looked up at the man that offered a flower and beamed. She immediately reached out to take the flower, and started to shake excitedly, then hugged it to her chest.
“Looks like Dad’s go’ some competition, ah?” He he tousled the child’s hair and she giggled up at him. “Feel free t’ look at anythin’, Owen. An’ ask if ya got any questions, yea?” He shrugged.
His grin was grand, his laugh soft. “Might be time to bring out the big guns, Pops.” Owen raised his eyebrows challengingly.
Making the most dramatic of turns, Owen placed one hand over his eyes as the other reached down into the nearest collection. With the selection drawn, he retracted his hand and grinned again. "Ah--what a wonderful find fate has granted me. Let us give it a go." Owen fancied his way to the record player, switching the disk in it with the one in hand. Let the grooves begin.
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“Well look who dropped outta no where!” Greeted the record shop owner. There was a babbling toddler sitting on the counter, pulling on her father’s shirt as her dark curls bounced atop her head. He looked toward Owen with a smile. A smiling Garrett Filkes was a rarity, but his daughter always seemed to bring out the joy in him, no matter how much hatred for himself was deeply rooted.
“Findin’ time outta your busy schedule to enjoy the summer, mate?”
“You know I can’t resist a good record sale.“
Owen spun around once before delivering a sunflower to Stella and bowing. "My lady~"
Crossroads | Garrett | Incomplete
With a small laugh and an eager follow, the super awesome dudes wound up at the ladder’s base. “Sounds good to me!” While Garrett turned away, Owen climbed up a short ladder. His feet grounded on a flat, wooden platform. The architecture amazed him, and the hiker smiled with slight awe. Until a zealous greeting drew his eyes to the entrance. Was this Boz? Because of the unusual name, Owen expected a dog to laying about.
"Hello, there!" Owen replied. "Sorry to interrupt, sir."
The alien looked up from his reading of comic books to see a man standing there. He grinned happily, like an excited puppy. He put down his books and stood to greet the other. “Hallo! Hi! I’m Boz!” He stared at his hand a moment, trying to remember the human custom of greeting someone, then held out his hand a bit awkwardly.
Soon after, Garrett climbed up inside with a box under his arm. Inside the box was snacks, a bottle of whiskey, cups, and cans of cola. He set down the box on one of the old tables and smirked over at the other two.
”Ah, Boz! You hook up that TV yet? I wonder if we c’n get the game up here.” Now, Garrett wasn’t much of a sports person, but in the company of others, he figured it was something to have on for some kind of entertainment.
Boz thought for a moment and pointed toward the somewhat older TV, “…I do believe I followed the, erm, manual correctly. I’m pretty sure I get basic cable up here.” He nodded happily.
Chuckling at Boz's hesitation, the enthusiastic hiker introduced himself and shook his companion's friend. "Owen Alexander! Pleasure to meet you!" He released the man's hand and gladly glanced around the room. “Incredible interior!” Owen’s mun laughed at the character’s lameness.
A gravel-like voice came from behind the hiker. Owen turned toward Garrett in satisfied surprise. “Your speed is intimidating, Garrett,” he teased. “And I see you brought the good stuff! Consider me impressed.”
Isolation | Michelle | Incomplete
“They do all sound like they will end in the same result. It’s just in Plan C, it can end in chaos. More chaos than the others. It’s better if we can go with Plan A. Which is letting me go. Just let me go, Owen.. It’ll be for the best.” She explained with a sigh. “Who knows, maybe I’ll survive this thing..” She said, slightly hopeful.
“There is no happy ending to this, is there?”
Michelle took a step towards him, shrugging her shoulders lightly. “There might be one, there might not be. We just have to see what the future brings. Who knows, maybe Zoey will suddenly die and I’ll be free.. We just gotta hope for the best.”
Owen slid his thumbs through his belt loops and studied the ground for a moment. Raised on stories, he knew there was another option. Was there a safer option? That he did not know. As the story goes, there was no easy way to kill Zoey. Typically, it would depend on a collection of “rights”--meeting the right people, having the right materials, being at the right place at the right time. Of course, in every plot, something goes astray and foils the plan. No matter the genre, someone gets hurt or wronged. He and Michelle both knew her plan was the simplest, the easiest, and the safest--for everyone else.
Owen teetered his head in reluctant surrender. “When are you leaving?”
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Isolation | Michelle | Incomplete
“They do all sound like they will end in the same result. It’s just in Plan C, it can end in chaos. More chaos than the others. It’s better if we can go with Plan A. Which is letting me go. Just let me go, Owen.. It’ll be for the best.” She explained with a sigh. “Who knows, maybe I’ll survive this thing..” She said, slightly hopeful.
“There is no happy ending to this, is there?”
Isolation | Michelle | Incomplete
She nodded once. “That is exactly what I’ll do. I can’t keep on running like this. I need this to stop. I know there is a 99.9 percent of not surviving this, but when it comes to protecting the ones I love or seeing everyone die, I would rather know that you and everyone else are okay.” She explained softly, looking at Owen.
It wasn’t like she enjoyed doing such things as to never see anyone else again, but it was who she was deep down. Always protecting people more than herself. She let out a small sigh as she shook her head. “If I survive this, I haven’t the clue who I will be. I suppose I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.”
Aghast, Owen scrunched his eyebrows, shook his head. He opened his mouth but was unsure how to react. He felt too many emotions. Anger because of her sacrifice, worry for her lasting, sadness for her leave; however, there was understanding. Owen knew he would make the same choice in her shoes.
Exhaling a deep, long breath, he turned and ran his fingers through his hair. Clouds glided through the sky. Huh, that one kind of looked like a resting dog. It moved and morphed, moved and morphed. Seconds later, the dog was just a puffy ball. As he witnessed, the cloud was still the same cloud. But it wasn’t. Michelle would suffer the same fate.
“What about Plan C?” He faced her again, waiting for an answer.
Emotion flooded the room as the silence grew. Michelle looked down at her feet in thought, now not being able to look at Owen. It hurt her to say such things, and it showed. Her chocolate brown eyes now sky blue in sadness.
When she heard Owen finally speak, her head looked up at him, one eyebrow raised. She remembered Plan C as clear as day, and right from the start she didn’t approve of it. It was more risky than every other plan there was.
Michelle shook her head after some thought. “We’ve been over this. Plan C won’t work. And even if it did, the aftermath of it would be disastrous.. I won’t allow it to happen.” She informed.
“To be fair, all of these options sound disastrous.”
Strike me down? I’ll get up again. I am not invincible, but I won’t give up either.
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