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captain stands cloaked in shadow ⎯⎯⎯ knows better than to glance away from the mark she has previously only seen on fleeting images. adelé knows how to recognize a payout within the blink of an eye, how to see it quicker than flesh and blood. still, she has to blink twice for this one. ❝ my oh my, aren't you pretty ! ❞ blinks coyly, if only to hide the smile of teeth and daggers. ❝ tell me, what's your secret ? ❞
@def1nitives padme and adelé
@def1nitives said i'm just doing my job here. / from eurydice, to donato
He knows. He scowls at her anyway. It’s not her fault he crashed out in turn one, but Donato refuses to even entertain the idea that it was his fault. At least for now. The self loathing will come later, when he’s not in the medical center cradling his wrist to his chest. “Okay,” he says. “I am fine. You can do your job somewhere else now.” He wants her to go away. He can have a breakdown in peace if she goes away.
| | | ⧼ 🏁 ⧽ RADIO TRANSMISSION , \ @def1nitives : what are you smiling about? / from theo, to noah!
noah verstappen ... ▇▇▇ he was very observant when it came to people in the paddock. mostly because some of the most entertaining situations off the track, has been happening in the garage. and here he was – witnessing one. charlotte particularly. the way she was looking up at theo as if he was the only person in the world. and it wasn't the first time he had noticed the interaction between the two. but this was just too precious. and sort of – bittersweet considering at one time, he had tried to shoot his shot with the safety car driver. but hey, everyone had their taste. and apparently the woman was very into the Ferrari driver. which most girls were. after all , he was basically the prince of the gird.
once she stepped away, he moved to stand next to theo. arms folded, watching the other as he watched Charlotte walk away. small laughter falling from his lips. ❛ you and her . . . are you both in denial or ? ❜ he raised a brow, turning to face the Ferrari driver. ❛ it's cute . . . you should tell her. ❜
@def1nitives said you look like you could make good use of a break. / for rembrandt, from theo!!
He’s sure he does. His hair is a mess, and his whole face is red. It always happens after he gets out of the car; he’s always blushed way too easily for his liking. He shoves a hand through his hair, trying to tame the worst of the mess. It probably doesn’t help, but he doesn’t have a mirror to know for sure. “So do you, mate.” It’s his way of deflecting. Rembrandt has always been a little too defensive about the possibility of overworking himself. It’s one of the only things he’ll get testy about. “You okay?” He’s not being defensive about this; he always worries about his fellow drivers. He’s gotten called soft so many times because of it.
🔪 . . . sam said “ thank you for that ” misc prompts / @def1nitives
being snowed in, trapped up in a manner on the outskirts of london with the weirdest group of people was just about the worst that it could possibly get right now. whenever george found out that molly was one of the owners here, he made a beeline for the place, knowing that it was the perfect opportunity to frame someone else for his dirty work while he was seeking revenge for his brother. upon arrival he studied the group. a rather large difference in personalities, all quite annoying. . . but he had an act to put on, so whatever feelings george had were set aside for now.
the majority of his evening was spent getting comfortable and studying the group, making his suspicions and actions clear as day. for all they knew, george was a kind and generous detective that trecked his way through a snowstorm to protect this odd bunch of people from a potential killer in the house. accusations and suspensions were layed on thick for some, subtle for others. though there was one girl in particular that he couldn’t quite pin the blame on, and he needed to come up with some sort of elaborate lie as to why she was different than the others
he bumped into her the morning prior of his first murder, checking into a local air bnb much closer to the city. he was much nicer then, a hell of a lot less aggressive, but of course — he wasn’t working in that moment. regardless. it felt far too obvious to suddenly switch and pin the blame on her now, so he was oddly generous “ no problem ” he speaks with a thick accent and a smile, deeming her as the only potential innocent one within the household “ i seen you the morning after it happened, you would’ve looked rather fresh for someone that just killed, right? ” it felt wrong to let someone fly under his radar already, but she seemed smart, he couldn’t risk having her figure him out. so the next best thing was to befriend “ they’re all going to keep accusing each other, don’t listen to them ”
it's always when time is sparse that there's an interruption. it's not her fault, but carlos' labored breathing and tight trigger-finger, sat readied by the guard, speaks to a rising frustration. in the soiled patches of his fatigues, two pockets torn and a third hanging on by one very, very stubborn line of thread. why he hadn't noticed, at first. didn't catch the sting off a wadded mess of wire fencing, squeezed by between volley and reload and— it hurt.
" what ? " arm raised to the glow of a nearby fire, the flames spitting closer and inching him deeper down the alley, " nah, it's just a scratch. " leaking a puddle into the lining of his glove, the leather will hold its stink for a while. it'd crack the more he formed a fist inside, stretching fingers that only spurt another fragile geyser he presses into his side. stems the flow while laughing, brittle but trying, " i'm good, promise. " compared to everyone else he'd run into ? this was a boo-boo. it'd scar. it'd make for a good story. but with the warmth blooming out into his t-shirt, his pace maintained, he's making it clear to @def1nitives he had no intention of stopping. with the subway in sight, it'd have been stupid. would have earned him the scolding of his co if anything happened to his charge.
" c'mon, we're not far now, " ten minutes to spare, she'd be on that shuttle. would get to wave goodbye to this nightmare.. to the wide, hungry maws of broken faces. where carlos aims a shot, fires, and fires again just to be sure.
tingles turn to numbness, steadied breath released in a wobble. he's shaken that grogginess off twice already with a dry mouth and taxing determination. lets adrenaline jerk reins and angle the sole of his boot up towards a door handle that takes two kicks before snapping ajar. " inside "
❝ sorry, could you repeat that last part for me? ❞ @def1nitives, paring : theo and kimi
kimi had different teammates here and there throughout the years of his career, in fact, he’s probably had more different teammates than anyone else on the grid. and yet — even with tons of experience on meeting and working with new teammates, it never got any easier. kimi was quiet. and awkward to talk to. some say it’s just him, some say it’s just a finnish thing. regardless, getting a full string of sentences out of him is like trying to pull teeth. he hates talking. especially to new people, the whole small talk thing is torturous and half the time kimi actually talks he just slurs all of his words into one.
he’s been pretty steady with ferrari for a few years now, their number one driver after all of that work. and here came the dreaded day. . . meeting his new teammate for the season. the kid seemed nice. he was cool. kimi knew him— only to see around on the paddock here and there. perhaps if kimi knew that theo would eventually be his teammate, then he’d have tried a little harder on the small talk before.
there was the standard awkward handshake. awkward glances, and arrivabene telling kimi to take his earphones out when he was greeting someone. a quiet frustrated sigh left his lips, internally telling himself to get it together “ i’m kimi ” followed a forced smile that practically screams leave me alone, i just want to get into the car. “ welcome. it’s nice to meet you, i’ve heard lots about you ”
| | | ⧼ 🏁 ⧽ RADIO TRANSMISSION , \ @def1nitives : [ teach ] sender, an expert at something, takes time to teach receiver how it works and how they can get better at it, too / for charlotte, from theo :-)
charlotte meyer ... ▇▇▇ ❛ okay , so – i'm going to be honest , i'm completely rusty on all of this. it's been a while since I helped put on the mirrors to an f1 car. ❜ she grew up , helping her father with his own car. and when she was at the academy, she never really touched her own. often leaving that up to the mechanics. as she focused on finding her calm before race day. and here she was – sitting next to him , helping him with his own car. all while, the mechanics weren't around. leaving the two of them alone. kind of a silly thing to do but – he seemed like the type to not work on his own. much like several of the other drivers. they just worried about the seat. not so much the other things.
hazel eyes watched as he began to show her before their gaze met. ❛ you're not like the others – you know. ❜
