“I know,” he rasped softly after a beat or two. “I can’t close my eyes without seeing it– without…” He hesitated a moment, silence laden with tangible pain. “Without seeing it kill them. My raptors, I mean… I should feel worse that people died, but I don’t. All I can see is that thing killing my hard work. My friends… Family? I raised them, spent countless hours with them… Fed and patched up and worked with them…” He huffed a sigh and fell silent, listening to her admission. “No,” he said firmly. “Claire, it’s not your fault. This thing would have found a way to get out and kill, whether you had known about it or not. Yeah, you could have probably been a little more proactive, I won’t lie to you. But this whole thing wasn’t your fault. It was Wu’s. He created that thing without doing research or willing to sit down and study the creatures he spliced together to consider temperamental outcome,” he told her, starting to get a little riled up.

“I’m sorry that it turned out the way that it did.”  What else could she  say?  That  the  Indominus  was  a  monster  and this never should have happened? That much was a given,  but  somehow it all felt like she was laying the blame back at her own feet. The anguish  in his voice tugged painfully at her heart; if she’d never let the Indominus out of control, he wouldn’t  have  suffered  like this.

“We all should have done something,” she said after a moment.  “Not you and me-- but the people responsible for the Indominus. Me,  Wu,  Masrani.  Countless  geneticists  and  handlers,  and everyone  else  who  contributed  to  its  existence.  We  should have known better, but we let our egos get in the way.  And now we’ve paid the price.”

                                                    “Look –Claire, is it?– I’m looking for                                                      my friend. Haven’t seen him since                                                      the incident with my raptors, wanted                                                      to check in and see if he isn’t mad.”

“Mad? Do you mean Owen?

-- I don’t think so. Hurt would be more likely. Or concerned. He’s very attached to those raptors.”

“Oooh, scary. Lawyers. I’m shaking with fear.”  

“On the inside. I’m shaking on the inside. So… what’s it do that has you all up in arms?” 

“It doesn’t do anything. Not yet, anyway. It’s just one step  on  the  road  to  more selective  gene  splicing.  It’s  also very proprietary-- hence the lawyers.”

Delta stopped in her tracks and looked at  the woman, the one Alpha told them not to harm. And the tone she spoke in  was the  same as  Alpha’s which  made the young raptor lower her head, as if ashamed.

She hadn’t expected that to work.

It worked when Owen talked to them,  but   she had  always  assumed that had more to do with his established authority.  Did Delta  recognize her?   Just  what  kind  of  impression  had she made on the raptor?

“Okay, just-- take it easy. I’ll be out of your hair in a minute, just as soon as the technicians get the paddock back open...”

controllessa is an amazing Claire Dearing, she’s so sweet OOC as well, and I’m pretty sure she’s actually the character.

                                                                                      “HEY  KIDS!”

Dear Soldier

Muse A picks up the address of a soldier, Muse B, stationed overseas in a local charity program. They send a care package and a letter, but don’t really expect to hear back from them. Weeks pass, they forget, and then in their mailbox they find an envelope from the soldier.

It goes from there, and sooner or later, that random soldier, becomes, to Muse A, their soldier. Letter writing leads to phone calls, phone calls lead to skype sessions, weeks folding into months. Muse B excitedly let’s Muse B know they’ll be coming home, and now they face the decision, will they meet?

Possible Twists: 

1) Muse A or Muse B is in a relationship already.

2) Muse B gets injured and is sent home, with Muse A deciding to help care for them. 

It was getting hard to focus, exhaustion and sleep deprivation making his head swim. “Uh…no. You uh, y’don’t have to… not if y’don’t want to… I’m… not sure why I called. I’m sorry to wake you up… I just– are you uh, coping with everything?” he ran a hand down his face, rubbing at his itchy eyes. His whiskers were unkempt, hair mussed, only adding to the picture of traumatized, sleep deprived patheticness. He gave a sigh, slumping over his lap, clutching at the phone like a life line. The hotel may have been nicer than his bungalow, but it wasn’t home. The blankets were tangled around his legs, and his shirt stuck to his back. He had the windows open, catching the breeze and the sounds of the ocean, hoping to soothe himself into sleep.

She pulled her knees up, curling in on herself as if to shut out the world. She could tell what was happening. He wanted to open up, needed to talk to someone, but he wasn’t sure quite how to start. She felt the exact same way herself.

There was another long silence before she spoke.

“Not really.” A beat. “I  mean--  I  guess  I’ve  just  been  trying  to  pretend  it  didn’t happen.  It’s  the  only  way  I  can  talk about it all day without having some kind of psychotic  breakdown,  you  know?”  She  cleared  her  throat,  running  her  fingers  absently over the scratched and bruised skin of her legs. “Night’s harder, though. It all just keeps replaying over and over in my head. I try so hard to forget but it’s all I can seem to remember. Monsters and blood and teeth.”

She paused, carding her fingers through her hair. “Owen? I should have listened to you. I should have evacuated everyone when we had the chance.”

   there’s a quiet breath released out of pure SATISFACTION    in knowing that she’s acquiescing for now – a simper forms    on his lips as he gives a small nod, adjusting the firearm    propped onto his shoulder. 

      “ — GOOD . “

    “ You ready to go NOW? Or you want to      take a breather? “

She narrows her eyes at him,  hot pride welling up in her chest. She can’t quite tell whether his offer is made in earnest or if he means  to  mock  her--  and  it’s  the  ambiguity of that line that bothers her.

“I don’t need a breather.” She cuts  him  a  venomous  look  as she throws back her shoulders,  as  if by virtue of itself the ges- -ture is supposed to indicate readiness. “Don’t just stand there-- let’s go.”

There was a blank expression on his face for just a moment. He couldn’t exactly discredit her response. After all, he was one of those millions of guests whose curiosity had been peaked. “The science is impressive, don’t get my wrong. But this ain’t like workin’ with crocodiles or lions or something. I mean, these are unpredictable creatures that haven’t been around. There’s no knowing how they’ll behave, right?”

“Perhaps not exactly, but these are the evolutionary ancestors of creatures that exist today. They have strong genetic correlations with  species  that  we’ve  been  studying  for  hundreds  of years. They’re larger, true-- but less advanced. We have no  reason  to believe  that  they  pose  any sort of threat beyond mundane zoo- -logical hazards.”

His eyes can’t help but rush to the red that adorns her cheeks and he takes a deep breath, is quick to mumble a “he’s not wrong” before her proposition distracts him, has his eyebrows set high on his forehead.

For an extra rat? Hell yeah he’d do just about anything. “Oh, yes ma'am. I’ll tell you when he mentions your suits and everything else.”

She doesn’t miss that little off-color remark. She’s willing to forgive  it  only  because he obviously hasn’t caught onto the conventions of social propriety yet-- but  she  shoots  him  a warning look to keep those thoughts to himself in the future.

“Good. And try not to let him in on it, while you’re at it.”  She feels  just  a  little duplicitous recruiting Owen’s own Beta to spy on him, but that’s what  he  gets  for  running  his  mouth behind her back.

Reblog if you RP a character from Jurassic Park

Whether it’s any of the movies, books, comics, etc.

Genderbents and OCs welcome.

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“ Ah– I suppose you would know best. Perhaps I’ll take the opportunity while it lasts. Any recommendations on what to see first?  It’s my first time being here. “

“That depends-- what are you interested in seeing?   Do you like carnivores or herbivores?  Would you prefer to observe or to interact?”

controllessa:

“Uh huh– It’s funny how y’didn’t answer my question with any names—   or that I’ve never seen y’ at any social functions. ‘Cause you’re right,   the social pool is limited on this Island, only so many bars t’go to. But   I’ve never seen you at trivia or karaoke night. I think you just lock   yourself away in that fancy tower of yours, Boss Lady. Must be real   lonely bein’ you.” 

“Believe it or not, I’m busy. Just because the park closes every night doesn’t mean I’ve got a nine-to- five job.  There’s always something happening on this island,  and someone has to be on call to deal with it.

                “ ---- You don’t know anything about me.”

                                                            “I’m not supposed to be a lot of places.                                                              Doesn’t mean I won’t stay out of them.”

“I’m going to ask you to leave. If you don’t comply, I’ll have to call security.”

It’s owen’s one week anniversary, so I decided that I’d promo a couple people real quick bc you are all my precious little cupcakes.