( for the time being, this blog is under major construction. no writing will be taking place on here until i have finished lucy’s revamp. )

technicianthompson:

“Are you...okay?” she queried, giving him a quizzical glance. He had been easily flustered around her since finding out she was pregnant, which had become rather baffling. Honestly, if anyone had a right to freak out, it was her. “Because I don’t think my medical skills could quite measure up if you happened to actually fall from that thing.” She shot the scaffolding an anxious glance. It was an awfully long fall. “Doesn’t it bother you working up there? It seems scary.”

Lucille had never had much of an affinity for heights. As a little girl, she’d been too afraid to even hang on the monkey bars, let alone climb that high. Then again, things that most children found frightening, like needles, hadn’t even fazed her at that age. Maybe she’d traded one fear for another.

Offering Dan a bright smile, she held out her hand; she was unsure if he’d actually even accept it or not, but it was the thought that counted. “Come on, why don’t we get what passes for fresh air down here?”

♥ | technicianthompson

      The room Lucille had allocated to the baby was by no means small, but it was certainly getting hard to navigate. Toys of all sorts littered the floor; teddy bears, rocking horses, jack-n-the-boxes, amongst other silly things no newborn could actually find any enjoyment in. There wasn't even a crib yet, though the fact that the space in the room was rapidly dwindling was a stark reminder that she needed to purchase one. Preferably sometime before Dan filled her apartment from floor to ceiling with toys.

      She appreciated the thought, of course, but there were far more important things to get before the baby came along. With how things were going, there wouldn't be much space for rockers and high-chairs. She'd yet to bring up the topic with Dan, but it seemed like a good time; she had a doctor's appointment this morning, anyway.

      She arrived in Fort Frolic, exasperated. People were keen to stare at her; it was as if an unmarried, pregnant woman was an eighth world wonder. The judgement was more aggravating than hurtful these days. Lucille loathed being ogled. Once she spotted Dan, however, a soft smile flickered over her lips. "Hey," she called out in greeting, giving a little wave. "Can we talk for a sec?"

first off, i’d like to apologize for my impromptu hiatus. i completely lost muse for lucy for awhile, and i was feeling a little out of sorts on her blog. however, i am ready to bring her back and begin writing for her again.

if we had a thread previously that you’d like to continue, please let me know. for now. all threads are being dropped unless i am approached by my partners. 

Starter Sentences || Marianas Trench Edition

P.S I Love You Meme

manxrslave:

     “Not friends, exactly. Just -- allies. I helped keep people in one piece, until Ryan got control of the splicers." Atlas hadn't been her biggest fan, having known of her background of wealth. He'd accepted her into the fold, though, so Lucille had few complaints about the revolutionary. Upon Jack's second statement, her gaze grew somber. "I'm so sorry," she murmured, placing a hand on his back to gently guide him to a nearby building. It had once been a business, but she'd long since forgotten what its purpose was.    "Did you suffer any injuries from that? I can't imagine you got away without a scratch." Other than his wrist, which was losing blood at a startlingly rapid pace, he seemed unhurt. Surely an airplane crash, especially one that had been the end of so many other passengers, would have caused him some strife. 

      "I'm sorry you had to land here. It's not the sort of place for a warm welcome anymore.".

herscire:

      With every passing moment, Lucille was growing more and more uncomfortable within the scientist's presence. It was almost as if she were a naughty child, standing before an agitated mother. She hadn't meant to offend with her line of questioning. It was just that the girl's safety was of UTMOST importance to her. They had already been orphaned, they didn't need their lives further destroyed. Clearing her throat gently, Lucille brushed a strand of hair from her face, her head bowed as she collected her thoughts, rushing to figure out a way to repair the social mess she'd made.

       "I apologize if you feel that way," she murmured, chin raising to look at Rosalind squarely. Shy as she might have been, Lucille didn't feel as if she had to cower at her feet. Lutece's intelligence didn't make her above someone like her, it merely made her THINK she was. "My intention would never be to waste your precious time," she spoke earnestly, finely manicured nails tapping along the tabletop. "I should leave you be then. If you happen to think of -- or remember -- anything, well, you know where to find me."

       From there she made to get up, her hands trembling slightly, a knot having formed within the pit of her stomach. There were more leads to follow, but Lucille felt as if she'd missed something with this woman. Her approach had been wrong from the start. Without her respect, the conversation was never going to move forward.

                  "I'm very sorry, again, for bothering you. I hope you have a lovely day, Dr. Lutece."

irishbastcrd:

     “I don’t know of many people who would have any qualms with a man who values literature.         It’s hardly a downfall for you.” Intelligence such as that was more charming than most qualities,         at least in Lucille’s opinion. “I suppose that makes sense, though I fail to see how grocery         shopping could be preferable. At least clothes are pretty. Food products -- not so much.”          That was half the reason she found herself avoiding the task like the plague. It wasn’t in           anyway enjoyable, and everything she bought would disappear within a mere week or two.

manxrslave:

     "He is," she asserted. "I suppose I'd consider myself part of his army. I've only met him once or twice, briefly. But, he seems nice enough. He wants what's best for this city, unlike Ryan." When it had come time to choose a side, Atlas' had seemed the obvious pick. He stood for things Lucille could agree with, fight for. He didn't live a life of greed and manipulation.

      "I think we're close to one of the supply stores. I can't promise its got anything left. The splicers have ransacked half the city at this point." Noticing that the conversation had seemed to distract him, even for just a moment, Lucille figured keeping some sort of dialogue rolling might help with the pain. "How did you get down here? The city's closed off. No one in OR out."

maatushka:

      Though they had often worked in the same spaces, Lucille had never conversed much with Dr. Tenenbaum. She'd seemed too different, too clinical. Now, there was something softer about her. The way she treated the girls gave her some humanity that she hadn't witnessed in the past.

     "Of course," she murmured, running a hand through her unkempt hair. "I'll try to bring a many as I can here." Too often the girls she found were no longer in the land of the living. "Is there anything else you need for them? Food -- water? Medical supplies?" What Atlas didn't know was being taken from his supply cache, wouldn't hurt him.