LIGHTS UP!

DWIGHT: He put my stuff in jello again. (shows his stapler in Jello - Pam laughs) That's real professional, thanks. That's the third time and it wasn't funny the first time. Cut to Dwight talking to the Camera DWIGHT: It's ok here, but people some how is taking advantage because it's so relaxed. I'm a volunteer sheriff's deputy on the week-ends, and you cannot screw around there. It's one of the rules. MICHAEL: What is that? DWIGHT: (tries to take it out) That's my stapler. MICHAEL: No no no, do not take it out! You have to eat it out there, because there are starving people in the world, (laughs) and which I hate, and it is a waste of that kind of food. DWIGHT: (points to Ryan) Ok, you know what? You can be a witness. (to Michael) Can you reprimand him please? JIM: (eating Jello) How do you know it was me? DWIGHT: It's always you. Are you gonna discipline him or not? MICHAEL: All right, here's the deal you guys, the thing about practical jokes, is that you have to know when to start, as well as when to stop! And yeah, Jim, now is the time to stop pulling Dwight's personal effects into jello. JIM: Ok, Dwight I'm sorry because, I've always been your biggest Flam THE OFFICE, SEASON 1, PILOT

[patkinson]

jeremyatkinsons‌:

Jeremy rolled his eyes at his brother as he wondered whether he had forgotten his birthday, and then looked at the bottles on the shelves next to where he was standing as he waited for Peter to catch up. Finally, he snorted as the older man realized what was happening this weekend, before grinning and looking back towards him. “Yeah, man. I’m organizing it this year!”

PETER smiled, his eyebrows rose as his eyes lit up. “ no way ! ” he clapped a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “ that is super-duper awesome jeremy, need any help ? i can bartend you know, i make pretty good faux-cosmopolitans ! ” peter raised his eyebrows, with the full knowledge on the lack of his bartending skills. 

[candiceaccola]

[lordbyronsays]

i am, as the poets say, a mess

[patkinson]

TASK        001         :        PETER          ATKINSON       !

SECTION ONE : APPEARANCE

i. attractiveness : peter has a very very high opinion of himself. he thinks he is very good looking, he often wears sunglasses at night and indoors because he believes that it accentuates the shape of his nose, his long and luscious brown hair is always carefully treated and intricately styled every morning ( really, it would be impossible to catch him with messy hair because peter atkinson loves his hair ) his fashion is also unique, a cross between fancy and casual, he’s a weird boy 

ii. height : peter is not as tall as he wishes he was, he’s about 6 feet, 6′1, when he was younger he wanted to be 6′10 because he wanted to be a basketball player and just be dunkin’ on everyone but genetics obviously had a different plan and so yeah that’s average height peter ! 

iii. tattoos + piercings : no tattoos but really wants one ! knowing peter though, he’d probably  get one while he’s drunk and in the morning he’ll realise he has a tattoo of dwight schrute on his butt 

iv. growing up : ( tw - death ) peter’s mom died when he was six and he’s kinda blocked that out from his memory, he remembers the funeral, he remembers her voice and her laugh but he tends not to reminisce about moments with his mother, he feels it hurts too much when his father basically abandoned them after and threw himself into his work, that felt much worse because peter felt rejected and a little lovelessbut his grandmother was the one who taught him to ignore the bad things and focus on the good things and it was his grandmother who initiated this kind of like jokester nature of peter 

SECTION TWO : RELATIONSHIPS

i. baby brother : jeremy atkinson 

ii. older brother one : frederick atkinson

iii. older brother two : jonathan atkinson

iv. sister-in-law : angel atkinson 

v. starter off on the wrong foot : charlotte sinclair 

SECTION THREE : PERSONALITY TYPE

i. archetype : the drama 

ii. alignment : chaotic good 

iii. ennegram : the enthusiast

iv. personality type : campaigner 

v. soul type : performer 

vi. intelligence type : visual-spatial

vii. big five : openness to experience

viii. temperament : the sanguine

ix. zodiac sign : leo ( july. 23 )

[patkinson]

charlottexsinclair‌:

When she realized just who it was she’d struck a conversation up with, she’d regretted it. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Peter. She just liked him better not around her. He was like a walking, talking fire hazard. She couldn’t help but pinch the bridge of her nose between her two fingers in annoyance after he took a drink of his coffee and felt the urge to announce to the world how hot it was. Some might’ve found his antics endearing, but she didn’t fall into that category. “I’m surprised they let you walk around town unsupervised,” she said. “Really? What gave away that this isn’t the bash?”

PETER sighed, “charlotte i’m a mature, grown-ass man who don’t need no supervision.” he clicked his fingers in front of his face like he was a sassy teenage girl. he blew on his hot cocoa as he listened to the other speak. when he tried to sip it again, his eyes went wide and his tongue hung out of his mouth. he began to fan it maniacally. “ shit, that’s still hot ! was this made in a volcano or what ? ! ” he turned his attention to the brunette. “ you know what charlotte, your sarcasm is not appreciated during this moment of  tragedy okay ? i am here with the baby boomers and you instead of with my brother and getting drunk and losing my senses at the party ! ”

[patkinson]

softelodie‌:

the town meeting was something elodie hadn’t attended yet, as this was her first year in ellingham, but she was curious to see what it would be like, since she’d never been to a single town meeting in any of her former places of residence. an interrupting presence captured her attention, and she looked back to the source of the disturbance, like she was sure all the other attendees did. elodie excused herself momentarily so she could approach the other, gaze focused on him.  ❝  the party isn’t here,  ❞  she spoke softly,  ❝  this is the annual town meeting.  ❞

PETER’s eyes searched for answers and was grateful for the other who had approached him. he hung his head low as he listened. “ i forgot this down does things like this. ” after seventeen years of living in this town, how could he forget the annual town meetings ! and he technically was supposed to go to these things nowadays since he couldn’t be classified with the youth anymore. “ well, i am sad. ” he said bluntly. “ did you get lost too or did you come here cuz you wanted to ? ”

[patkinson]

detectivekay‌:

kay shook his hand. ❝ kay harris. nice to meet you. and these guys, ❞ kay gestured at each of his dogs in turn,  ❝ are thor, and helios. they’re really well-behaved dogs, i promise, you won’t have any complaints. i’m sure they’ll be model patients. ❞ 

he scratched helios’ head and smiled at peter. ❝ so what brings you to ellingham? other than saving me from the most boring vet to ever exist. seriously, you’re a lifesaver. let me buy you a coffee or something, to thank you. ❞ 

PETER grinned. “ nice to meet you thor and helios, you little heartbreakers. ” peter spoke, his voice going high-pitched like he was talking to a baby. he crouched down again, giving them both a quick pat on the head before standing up and grabbing the bag of groceries from the sidewalk. 

“ well i certainly won’t say no to free coffee. ” he chuckled. “ oh- uh. . . ” memories of his grandmother’s death resurfaced and his facade was broken for a split second before he recovered and gave the other a smile. “ i grew up here. love this town to bits. just went away for college came back for y’know, the family etcetera, etcetera, plus the for the chicks here are super-uber hot, and since i am an eligible bachelor, i thought why not. ” he joked. “ what about you ? married ? engaged ? it’s complicated ? ”

[patkinson]

frankierss‌:

Frankie never liked showing up to these as a kid, and even now they felt obligated to come and talk to people. They were pleasantly surprised when someone made an intriguing entrance. Curiosity took over and Frankie approached them. “It’s not that kind of party, unfortunately.”

PETER raised his eyebrows. “ yeah, you tell me now. ” he said, sarcasm laced in his words. “ do these things even work ? cuz’ i’ve seen parks and recreation and let me tell you, town meetings are chaotic as heck, like there was that one episode where a thirty-five year old man kept talking about the twilight books. ” he laughed at the memory. “ it was such a good show . . . ”

[patkinson]

sweetdreamcr‌:

❝ ｡ ✩ ﾟ THE MALE looked as if he owned the place as he walked in. phoenix didn’t like that kind of attitude so she simply rolled her eyes and coughed awkwardly as he looked at whatever he was looking at.  ❝ what are you even looking at ? ❞ she questioned, now confused just in case there was something she was missing.

PETER sighed and tucked his glasses in the middle of his shirt. “ well obviously the party people ” he gestured towards the seats occupied by the elderly he remembered from his youth and the adults who he grew up with “ or lack thereof. ” he rubbed his temple. “ ah shit. this is the town meeting isn’t it? ” being gone for nine ( almost ten ! ) years had him forgetting that the winter bash party perfectly coincided with the meetings of the adults. “ this absolutely sucks.” he yelled loudly to the audience of probably half-deaf old people. he turned his attention to the blonde. “ why are you here? you don’t look like a baby boomer ” 

[patkinson]

detectivekay‌:

kay let out a small laugh, glad he wasn’t being teased about his habit of speaking to his dogs like they were people. ❝ thank you! they really are, aren’t they? little punks know exactly how to play me. and i can’t even complain. ❞ he gazed fondly at his dogs before turning back to the guy. ❝ so, you’re a vet? that’s great! any chance you have an opening for two new patients? would beat driving for 2 hours out of town every month. and i already like you better than their current doc, he never makes puns! ❞

PETER bent down and gave the both of them a small ruffle on their heads. when he heard the question, his eyes lit up like a twelve year-old’s first time at a candy store. he stood back up and gave the other a grin, “ are you for seriousness ?! i would love to have these guys as my patient ! it would be so paw-some ! and thank you ! i basically chose to be a pet for the endless possibilities of animal jokes, i’m peter by the way.” he extended a hand out, the smile never disappearing from his lips. 

[patkinson]

charlottexsinclair‌:

WHEN: November 16th, 2019. WHERE: The Town Meeting. WHO: Open/Anyone.

Charlotte stood awkwardly, looking mainly stoned faced as she held a paper cup of hot chocolate between her clasped hands. She wasn’t sure how she’d gotten dragged into being there, surrounded by all the townsfolk and feeling her internal battery practically drain itself. It wasn’t that she didn’t like people, per se. It was more the amount of people in such a small vicinity. That, and the fact that she’d gone out without a proper winter coat and her drink was the biggest source of warmth she had, added to the misery. Her shoulders hunched up, shivering slightly as she turned to the person next to her. “Do you think it’d be rude to take my cocoa and bail? There’s no way I’m purchasing a house here anytime soon.”

PETER who had stumbled into the wrong kind of party, groaned in annoyance before he lazily made himself a cup of coffee, making as much ruckus as he could, nonchalantly slamming the paper cups on the table, ripping the sugar packets with an exaggerated force, stirring the styrofoam cup with a somber expression and head lolled to the side. he took a dramatic lunge forward to make way for the other people and leaned against the wall, his glasses falling down on his nose. he took a sip and almost spat it back out having misjudged the temperature of the hot chocolate, he swallowed with a contorted expression of pain. “oh shit that’s hot” he mumbled to no one in particular. he turned his head towards the person who just spoke,  “ hmm ? yeah, i’m totally bailing. i thought this was where the winter bash was going to be here. “ 

[patkinson]

detectivekay‌:

WHEN: nov. 14, 2019 16.22 WHERE: outside the grocery store WHO: open

kay crouched down on the pavement, placing a hand on each of his dogs’ heads. ❝ okay boys, you know the drill: no barking, no sniffing strangers, and no giving me the puppy eyes, alright? we have a cupboard full of treats at home, so there’s no point begging me to get more. and I know it’s exciting and snow is the weirdest thing ever––you know how much I love it too, but that doesn’t mean you have to bark. a little tail wagging and panting goes a long way. ❞ he scratched their chins and petted them for a few seconds. ❝ yes, you are so good! you are the best! I love you so much. am I going to break my rule and buy you more treats because, I’m a huge pushover? yes I am! you two should be ashamed of yourselves, for taking advantage of me like this. quit! being! so! cute! ❞ kay heard a noise behind him and quickly straightened up, a little embarrassed at being caught talking to his dogs.

PETER had only been back for two days and most of his food was already running out ( this boy had a stomach that was always grumbling and ready to eat anything properly edible ) he was glad that ellingham hadn’t changed much since he was a teenager, the grocery store was still at the same place, the people were roundabout the same and peter smiled to himself as he stepped out, he hadn’t felt this at home since forever. when he caught the voice of another talking to the dogs, he let out a chuckle in his head ( or he thought the chuckle was in his head ) but it certainly not the case when the person quickly straightened up,  “hey, don’t mind me” peter said raising his hands. “i’m a vet so i basically talk to animals for a living.” he craned his head around the other to get a better view of the dogs. “your doggies are impossibly cute, or should i say im-paws-ibly. . .” his trademark awkward cackle fell from his lips. 

[patkinson]

jeremyatkinsons‌:

As soon as he realized he had bumped into Peter, Jeremy rolled his eyes. Because, really who else would say that? Sighing, he put his phone back into his pocket and looked at his brother. “First off, don’t call me that, or I swear I’ll start calling you P.P. Also, have you really been gone so long that you forgot what this weekend is? This isn’t all for me, you ass.”

PETER grinned at the reaction of his brother, he tilted his head to the side slightly, trying to ascertain what was happening this weekend. “ wait, what’s the date today ? the fourteenth right ? oh shit, is it your birthday ? no it isn’t, wait. . .” peter’s eyes lit up as the thought dawned on him, seventeen years away from his hometown and he was ashamed that he almost forgot one of the most glorious parties of ellingham, “ is oh shit ! is it for the winter bash party ! ? “ 

[jimhalpert]

[franksgun-deactivated20180720]

#like this is a lesbian narrative

[patkinson]

jeremyatkinsons‌:

WHEN: November 14th, 2019 @ 14:21. WHERE: Ellingham’s SAQ (liquor store). WHO: Open.

Tilting his head to the side, Jeremy looked over the vodka shelves, sighing as he grabbed a bottle and put it into his basket. “Sure is a lot of choice for glorified potato juice,” he said, mostly himself, internally thinking just how much he loved that glorified potato juice any way. Turning around to head towards the beer section of the store, he took his phone out of his pocket, and was too busy looking at it to see someone coming the same way he was. Bumping into them, he looked at them and raised an eyebrow. “Sorry, but y’know, you really should be more careful where you’re going.”

peter had gone into the liquor store for no particular reason except to annoy his brother. he had been bored at home, not having anyone to annoy socialise with since being back from town only two days ago. he had found his little brother on snap maps and did not hesitate to get going. he was looking for him when jeremy himself bumped into peter, “ ex-squeeze me boy! ” he said with feigned in annoyance. he propped his hands on his lips lips and glanced down at the bottle of vodka in his basket before he narrowed his eyes at his baby brother, “aren’t you kind of a little young to be a alcoholic jer-jer.” 

[patkinson]

PETER strolled into the place like he owned the thing. despite the night enveloping the sky and there being absolutely no need for sunglasses, he had worn them still for no other reason than looking pretty frickin’ awesome ! he had a large grin on his lips and he opened his arms out as the doors closed behind him. “party people where we at ! wait a second . . . ” the corner of his lips pulled downwards as he gingerly took his glasses off and saw what looked like a  meeting. 

[bob-belcher]