Don’t break character

32. No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality.

[goldnbrcnze]

he  wasn’t  necessarily  sad  about  it.  he  was  definitely  bothered,  but  when  it  came  down  to  it,  he  had  no  control  over  nino’s  actions,  only  the  repercussions  of  them.  it  felt  gross  to  be  proud  over  the  fact  that  he  had  at  least  been  right  about  the  fact  that  there  was  an  attempt  on  his  mother’s  life.  the  accuracy  in  that  assumption  would  clear  him  from  estelle’s  harshness  for  at  least  a  moment.  nathaniel  sat  at  the  bar  counter,  several  empty  shot  glasses  in  front  of  him  while  he  slowly,  mindlessly  sipped  on  a  glass  of  water.  there  was  alcohol  at  home,  nice  alcohol,  expensive  alcohol  that  went  down  easy.  but  he  felt  like  he  needed,  almost  deserved,  the  humiliation  that  came  with  the  public  exposure  of  your  best  friend  being  arrested  for  going  after  your  mother.  

a  weak  attempt  was  made  to  flag  down  the  bartender  as  they  walked  by,  ignoring  him  completely.  a  gentle  sigh  left  his  lips  before  he  turned  to  the  person  next  to  him.  his  dark  eyes  are  dull  and  heavy,  the  typical  sparkle  absent  from  their  gaze.  “we’re  not  talking  about  it.  nino  nor  me  being  ignored.”

[remy-arzt]

Remy was still not sure why he’d walked into the place. He had never been one for bars, and the few occasions where he’d entered (and stayed for more than five minutes), he’d been dragged there by his few friends from work and his ex-girlfriend. Still, he supposed sitting down here, nursing a beer or perhaps a whiskey, was better than pacing around at home, letting the kids (well they were clearly not kids anymore, now, where they?) see his nervous state, especially considering it was late. 

As he sat, slowly downing his glass, he noticed the man sitting closest to him. He listened and new what he was talking about, after all, information tended to get around pretty quickly in this town. He shared the sentiment and understood the other perfectly, sometimes you just needed to ignore whatever mess Vertmoor was dragging you into, at least for a while. “Sure.” He replied, moving to gesture to the bartender until he was sure he’d gotten his attention. He turned to the other while they waited for drinks or whatever was to come. “You know I’ve basically lived here my whole life, at least eighty percent of it, I’d say, and I’d never stepped into this place before.” He confessed.

[remy-arzt]

belva-athanas​:

♥

Remy had never really had any reasons to apologize to her, but she still knew that she would accept them every time. Whether they were something as simple as startling her or something perhaps a bit more meaningful. “Oh, ya know, just seeing if Dad’s left anymore clues around.” Clues that didn’t involve going back to the bunker, or to the creepy basement; things that she could do alone without paranoia creeping in. 

As Remy joins her on the floor, a soft smile rises to her lips, and she leans against the bookshelf as her gaze stays on him. It’s an action that would surely distress Horatio, leaning against their father’s precious books, but to her, they’re little more than dusty paper. “I’m glad,” she begins, happy that at least Remy’s life has been the usual (which was still too much) amount of turbulent. Her eyes widen slightly at his question, a bit of color rising to her cheeks as she shifts her gaze absentmindedly to the shelf. “Um, well, what news are you talkin’ about?” There was certainly plenty to choose from. Her arrest, Mom’s note, Neek Silva’s destroyed house.

“Do you think he did?” Remy asked. “Leave us the clues, I mean. Or do you think most of them are just... accidental details he left unchecked? I do wonder, since he clearly did not trust any of us enough to share all of these...” He made a vague gesture that seemed to cover the house, the town and all of its secrets. “These things.” Remy finished, lacking a better way to describe it. Having Belva refer to Vidal as Dad when talking to Remy brought a weird feeling. There was a time where we could’ve considered them ma as something at least similar to that, even if he was no Pacifico to him, but now, after all that had happened and the note that clearly proved how Vidal had seen him, Remy just couldn’t do it. 

Remy scooted a little closer, noticing the books shifting when Belva leaned into them. Oh, well, who care, really? There had been a time where he would’ve probably warned her about it, or more probably, just taken the time to organize them when she moved to a different room. But now, who was going to say anything? At least this way the books got some human contact for the first time in who knew how long. So he leaned back beside her and stared at the slight blush on her cheeks. He couldn’t help but smile a little, Belva looked younger with the red lighting her face. “Well, that depends... What popped into your mind the second I asked you?” He suggested. “Unless it’s something you don’t want to discuss, of course.” He knew she had been going through a lot lately, as did most of the people in this house. 

[remy-arzt]

letitallflo​:

“Thank you!” Florence recognized the man from the day she’d showed up to the Athanas’ house — a child of Vidal, she assumed. He hadn’t said so, but he’d mentioned they needed to watch out for reporters. She remembered him being kind then, so she smiled brightly now. “You sure could. That goes for all cupcakes, too, so you could mix and match flavors if you’re not a fan of red velvet, or just want to try something new.”

Remy smiled. The woman’s warmth made him feel comfortable, something that sometimes he found himself faking more than feeling. He was glad it was really now. “Oh, that’s a great idea. I want to bring them for the whole family, so it would be great to have different options to choose from.” He stares at the sweets. “What would you recommend to go with red velvet?”

[remy-arzt]

belva-athanas​:

The library, which was also the former school room, was one of several rooms in the house that Belva had rarely ever visited. Unlike her father’s office, it wasn’t off limits to her, but just a place that she tended to avoid. There were too many dusty books on subjects well out of her grasp and interest there, but if there was ever a place to find clues about Vidal’s many mysteries, this seemed like a good one. Which was why she was crouched down on the floor, perfectly manicured fingers trailing along the bottom shelves as she attempted to find something, anything, that might help make sense of everything. 

She’s too caught up in her snooping to hear someone enter the room, and when a familiar voice does break the silence, she can’t help but jump slightly, one hand coming to rest against her chest. “Goodness, Remy,” the blonde exclaims, straightening up slightly so she can see him from where she’s kneeling on the floor. His tone is so happy, so warm and familiar, and it quickly eases the fright. A small smile tugs at her lips, at the image of them walking through anywhere together. “It’s been a bit,” she admits, unsure of how much he’s missed. “I’ve missed you too. Glad to see you’re doing okay.” 

His eyes wandered over the room once more and he registered where exactly she was. “Looking for something specific?” He asked curiously. He’d often spent afternoons in thus place, reading whatever novel he was able to get his hands on, but now that he thought about it, It wasn’t usual for him to see Belva around there. He bit his lip guiltily and fighting a random urge to giggle. “I am sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He nodded, moving to just sit down on the floor beside her. “Good considering everything that happens around here, honestly. How about you? You’re okay, right?” He asked, suddenly worried. “Have you seen the news?”

[belva-athanas]

DOLLHOUSE & TEXT POSTS (01/??)

@ladoucevr @rrivcr @remy-arzt @shushharley @neeksilva @goldnbrcnze @ranformiless

[letitallflo]

“Welcome to my humble bakery,” Florence looked up from behind the counter as the bell over the door chimed, greeting the person coming in with a smile. “I just finished a fresh batch of red velvet cupcakes, two for one special!”

[remy-arzt]

Remy grinned happily, taking in the sweet smell of freshly baked bread and cream cheese and buttercream. “Those look delightful.” He replied, giving them a look. “Hmm, two for one... so if I get six... no, seven, just in case, I could get fourteen?” He asked, leaning against the counter. He thought it would be nice to bring a little treat to the house on the hill, everyone could definitely use a pick me up.

[remy-arzt]

He’d been taking his rare smoke break. He’d tried to quit and done his best to stay away from cigarettes, and mostly he did well. But from time to time, when he felt like the stress mounted and he found his fingernails bitten to the quick that he’d allow himself a couple of smokes. He noticed someone else outside on the hazy afternoon light. “Azra, am I correct?” He asked politely. “I love the town at this time of the day, it kind of looks... blue. Which for some reason suits it.” 

@azra--arslan​

[remy-arzt]

Remy waited for a moment before walking into the library. He found himself pausing before entering practically any room of the house now, scare of what he’d find if he walked in. Another body, or missing clue or morbid conversation. Another one of Vidal’s secrets. And yet, after a quick breath, he walked in a found it blissfully empty. He smiled, walking to his favorite couch and taking a seat. A moment later he realized his initial assessment had been wrong and there actually was someone there, but this only made his smile widen. “Belva. I’ve missed, we haven’t seen each other around lately.” He commented happily. “I feel like I’ve been walking alone through this town for a while. It’s nice to see I was wrong.”  

@belva-athanas​

[remy-arzt]

TASK viii || Favourite things

Here’s a look at how Remy’s Instagram would look like and some of his favourite things:

Taking polaroids of his family and those close to him is his hobby.

Writing and working in coffee shops is his favourite way to focus, especially early in the morning or late at night. 

Books, he loves any library and bookstore he comes across. Reading is his favourite activity to pass time. 

Ramen is his favourite meal and his ultimate comfort food, the hotter it is, the better.

Rainy days are his favourites, he especially loves watching the sun rise through the rain.

Black coffee, favourite beverage.

Mindhunter is his favourite TV show and he just got the book, although he’s yet to read it, since he thinks given the current events going on in his life it’s a little morbid. 

Sweaters are his favourite article of clothing, especially in neutral tones, they make him feel cozy and that makes him feel safe. 

[remy-arzt]

mar, mar, mar! remy is the best psuedo-dad/brother/caretaker the athanas kids could have and vertmoor is so lucky to have him. i love seeing him on the dash and checking in on everyone, although i hope that he gets to the point where he realizes it is important to take care of himself too!! and let other people take care of him as well! you are such a sweet gem who always checks in and has something lovely to say and i am so happy to have met you!

AGhjgjgen i love you so muchhhh!! i’m so happy to be here and to be back and i’m happy i met you too! Honestly, i agree. Remy needs to learn that he can’t properly care for others if he does not make sure to care for himself and cater to his needs as well. Hopefully he will learn the lesson soon...

[cassia-athanas]

Dollhouse as The Umbrella Academy

Part 3: The Parental Figures + The Commission 

Vidal - Reginald 

Florence A. - Mom

Remy - Pogo

Azra - The Handler 

Demir - AJ

Cecilya - Dot 

Neek - Herb 

Seguir leyendo

[remy-arzt]

belva-athanas​:

Although Belva had never been the type to nap, as she was perpetually a morning person and the first in the house to turn in for the night, recent events had left her feeling a bit exhausted. So when she’d returned from yoga class and crawled into bed after her shower, her plans of scrolling on her phone lasted for about ten minutes before she fell asleep. The sound of knocking wakes her up, and it takes the blonde a moment to wake up enough to get up and shuffle to the door, her sleepy mind preventing her from doing the usual once over in the mirror before pulling the door open. A yawn escapes her lips before she can reach up to cover her mouth, the polite thing to do according to her father, and she blinks a few times as if to clear away the sleepiness. “Remy,” she hums, voice still a bit thick with sleep, as she reaches up to push back a tangled curl. “Everything okay?”

Remy feels a strange swirl of guilt and tenderness at Belva’s yawn and he takes a little step back. “I’m so sorry. I did not mean to wake you up!” He quickly says, his hands going up to go with his apologetic tone. “Yeah, everything’s fine. I just really...” He considered how to explain himself, the stab of guilt still at the pit of his stomach. He’d wanted to talk to someone comforting and not spend the afternoon on his own, with his thoughts and uncontrollable anxiety over the past months, all that had happened, and especially those strange videos that seemed to refer to July’s disappearance at the time capsule opening. It didn’t help that his mind kept coming back to Adina’s worried face as she’d told him about the trophy. “With everything that’s going on I wanted to see you were okay, and honestly I also needed to spend some time with someone I trust.” He finally said sincerely. “But I can come back later.” He offered with a smile. 

[remy-arzt]

message ✈️ Remy Arzt

Demir: Contacts.

Demir: How sick did you become?

Demir: From what I understand, at least one Athanas child received an injection when she was young that she did not know the purpose of. She could not remember exactly when she received it, but it was possibly around that time.

Demir: Did you receive an injection?

Remy: Oh, okay.

Remy: Uh, pretty sick, I suppose.

Remy: From what I remember it was just a bad bout of the flu.

Remy: Maybe? For antibiotics. I'm not sure.

Remy: Wait, who received an inyetcion? Is she okay?

[remy-arzt]

Text | Adina

Remy: Good morning!

Remy: I was wondering if you'd let me treat you to coffee later or come by the house?

Remy: We need to talk.

[remy-arzt]

message ✈️ Remy Arzt

Demir: You were roughly 17 when this picture was taken:

Demir: [image attachment of Maximus with all of the Athanas children]

Demir: Do you remember the boy in the middle? And, if you do not, what do you remember from that year?

Remy: Hello! Sorry, can I ask how you got my number?

Remy: Oh, that's a nice picture

Remy: Well that was more than ten years ago... Maybe? I'm not sure, he seems familiar, but that could also just be me overthinking it. With all that's been going on...

Remy: I remember I got really sick that year and Pacifico taught me how to properly play chess.

[remy-arzt]

After the crazy events of last weekend, most of the time Remy could only half-focus on his tasks and his cleaning and organizing around the house. His mind kept going back to that empty chest, and the weird videos that came after it. He knew he needed a time off from his own mind and worries and that talking to Belva, making sure she was okay, would help. He’d rather focus on her than himself, and this would also make him feel less alone after all. He approached her door and knocked three times, like he always did, hoping she was in.

@belva-athanas​

[remy-arzt]

Leaving the place where that weird and disturbing video projection had played. His eyes kept dating back to River, his stomach tight with worry for the girl, but especially with angst about the subject they’d been discussing. July had been the baby of the family and by that time Remy had gotten closer to some of the older kids, plus July never lacked attention from Vidal. So they had never been close, but that did bit simian Remy’s worry over his whereabouts or the fact that he cared about him.

Once they were near the house, he guided the young woman to a little set of benches, half hidden behind a tree on the side of the road towards the house on the hill. “Should we talk here?” He suggested, just a hint of the nerves he felt apparent on his voice. He offered her a small smile and waited to see what she had to say.

@rrivcr​