Science Is King

Science dictates lives: what you do, where you live, who you marry. It takes care of you, covers your bills, keeps you healthy, and all it asks in return is that you participate in a few experiments. Ridgeway has always been a control group, left mostly alone, but the Department of Science has been moving in, and everything is about to change.

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 Forget for the night, Uinsean / Dawn
Calleigh Jeffries
 Posted: Apr 21 2018, 04:01 PM
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If there was anything to say for certain about Calleigh Jeffries, it was this: she didn't play well with others. It hadn't been a problem when she was just a kid, but once life stopped going her way and started getting in her way instead, she had developed a troublesome tendency towards alienating people. She was antagonistic, aggressive, really anything you didn't want in a wife. So it was no wonder that Vitullo Morrison, the poor fellow who had been stuck with her, wasn't exactly cheering on a daily basis. Of course it didn't help that he was also temperamental, serving to create a rather hostile environment in the household. An environment that Calleigh would just occasionally get sick of, and she'd seek refuge anywhere she could. Sometimes it would be in a distant bedroom of the house, sometimes on the front stoop, sometimes she would even flee to another neighborhood entirely, it varied depending on how far away from her husband she wanted to get.

Tonight bordering her own home hadn't been enough, so instead she had crossed the street. In the lack of anywhere good to settle down she had simply propped herself on the narrow sidewalk bordering the street. She was leaned against a lamppost, one leg stretched out in front of her and the other yanked up so she could comfortably place her arm on her knee. A lit cigarette was resting between her fingers, and a six pack of beers tossed aside next to her, with the exception of the one opened specimen she was just now putting to her lips.

Everybody needed a break sometimes, and tonight this was Calleigh's: sitting on the street across from her own house, tired and frustrated, and closer to pouting than anybody would ever get her to admit. At least the weather was warm enough for her to be comfortable in her arguably somewhat weak escape attempt.


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Uinsean Malone
 Posted: May 16 2018, 08:16 PM
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    The Malone Household was what one would consider infamous. When you lived in a shitty neighborhood and had 18 people under one roof, it was hard not to be that neighbor. The one where all of the noise stemmed from, the one with the random shit lying around on the lawn. Emlyn did hers to make the house look half-way decent, but given that the majority of the people living under her roof really didn’t give a shit how it looked it was a lost battle from the get-go.

    It was crowded, and noisy, and messy. That was how they grew up. Uinsean didn’t have any fancy ideas, no posh attitude about any of the three but often he felt as if he was going to go insane spending too much time in there. It was years since he’d spend a full week living at home, though with him attempting to clean up his school records a little made it more necessary for him to stick around. He’d take a day or two on a siblings couch, crash at Lindsay’s from time to time too, but he had certainly been more around than he usually was. His usual escape was Seattle and it’s anonymity. He missed the days of not giving a shit.

    All for a greater purpose, He reminded himself as he took a deep drag of a cigarette. Blowing out the smoke through his nose, he breathed in the evening air, trying to shake off the clammy feeling of every single one of his siblings being just slightly too close to him. He wasn’t entirely sure what the plan was for tonight, but the least he could take was a break.

    That’s when he came across a blonde, looking like she was in the same great mood as he was. He cocked his head a little, assessing the situation. As a young man in his absolute prime, he couldn’t quite ignore the fact that she was a shapely lady, the shorts making his lips twitch a little in approval. A little skin had never hurt anyone.

    Yo,” He called, a couple of steps from her. He moved one arm to rest on the lamp-post, leaning a little against it to look down to her. “You’re the neighbor lady right?” He nodded in the vague direction of her house, recognizing her vaguely. He didn’t think they’d ever spoken.

    Got one to spare?” He asked, lightly nudging the six-pack with the toe of his shoe. Honestly, if he got a no he’d probably snatch one anyway, but he was trying with the nice first. “I’ll keep you company. Looks a lot less silly with two people on the sidewalk than one.

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Calleigh Jeffries
 Posted: Jun 8 2018, 04:07 PM
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Just as she was putting the beer down the sound of an unfamiliar voice caught her attention. She couldn't claim to be familiar with most of her neighbors, but she had seen some of them around enough to recognize them on sight. This guy, however, didn't belong to that group. She looked him over for a moment before shrugging her shoulders: "So I am"

She let the cigarette rest between her lips while wrestling a beer free that she reached up towards him. "Knock yourself out", judging by his look he was old enough to drink, but truth be told she really didn't care. 16, 18, it didn't make one bit of difference to her. She wasn't his mother, he could do whatever he wanted. Besides, he did have a point - she would look less like a crazy person if someone else joined her. And this kid probably wasn't the worst she could do. He'd been nice enough to ask rather than just grab one and run, she appreciated that. And he was actually rather cute. But in a sort of boyish way.

Or, it felt boyish to her now. Six months ago it probably wouldn't have. She blamed Vito for that too. Apparently he'd even reached into her vocabulary and her standards, shuffled things around. Prick.

But hell, boyish or not she wouldn't mind looking at the guy for a little while.

She gave a nod towards the empty space next to her, as if to tell him he was welcome to pick a spot. "I'm Cal", she introduced herself figuring that was probably the proper thing to do. That's what people did, right? When they met someone new? Social conventions weren't her strong suit. But she tried her best. Sometimes. When she felt like it. So not often. "Cal Jeffries"

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Uinsean Malone
 Posted: Jun 10 2018, 09:04 PM
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    Squatting, he took the can she offered and opened it up with a satisfying crack and phish. He took a good, healthy gulp of it. “I mean, if you insist,” He said, offering up somewhat of a boyish grin, thankful that she wasn’t going to try and play the moral card. He was eighteen and then some, he could drink just fine and had done so for several years. No one who knew their family would be surprised, but there was always that someone. Who thought they should judge people for their choices, and berate them for not making the ones that others felt they should.

    He sat down, ass on the sidewalk, and stretched out his legs on the street. It wasn’t like there was any cars driving through anyway. “That’s a cute name, for a cute girl,” He said, nodding slightly. “I’m Uinsean – Most call me Vinny.” He said, nodding in the vague direction of the Malone household.

    He looked her over, his brows pulling together a little as he lifted the can to his lips again.

    So, what’s gotten you sitting out here at this hour?” He asked, getting the pack of smokes out from his pocket and lightly tapping the pack. Why not join her in the healthy habit? He put the can down for a moment to protect the flame as he lit it, inhaling once and slowly letting it out. “Now we’re two, so it looks a little more intentional. But a dude can’t help but wonder.” He stated, not looking directly at her but rather just sort of surveying what was right in front of him. Taking in the chilled air, the silence of the street.

    It was rather serene. Somewhat surprising for the shittiest neighborhood of Ridgeway.

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Calleigh Jeffries
 Posted: Jun 14 2018, 04:36 PM
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Her lips curled up in a little smirk. Cute. Part of her hated being called that. It felt patronizing, somehow. Her adoptive parents had always liked to call her cute, and she'd done everything in her power to shake it. She never really succeeded, though. With a round face, petite figure and blonde hair, it felt as if that word was going to haunt her forever. She didn't complain now, though. Her new companion couldn't know about her aversion, and he didn't seem to be using the word with ill intent, so she decided to let it slide. An unusual gesture from a young woman who would normally grab at any excuse to get in a fight. Perhaps she was just in a charitable mood.

Her eyes were drawn towards the house he nodded at. She was aware of the Malone's, but it was mostly from talk around the neighborhood. She didn't think she'd ever actually spoken to any of them herself. It did serve to make Vinny a little more interesting, though - that he was now a face she could put to the infamous surname. Of course she wasn't one to judge based on family...

"Don't you ever just get tired of looking at someone's face?", she returned his question with one of her own, though it did serve as an answer if one was willing to do some interpreting. And not even much at that. However it was perhaps a little harsh. Vito actually wasn't that bad, but sometimes it was just easier to blame your frustrations on another person. So today he was the devil.

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Uinsean Malone
 Posted: Jun 19 2018, 03:17 PM
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    He took the small small she gave up as a sign that he hadn’t utterly offended her, and took a long drag of his smoke. Listening to her speak while slowly letting it out and watching as it dissipated into the thin air, the white against the darkness surrounding them. The question she gave back made him shrug a little bit, a smirk playing at the edge of his lips.

    Don’t we all?” He asked, lightly tapping the ashes off the cig between his fingers. He wondered if this was what they were going to do, just throw questions at each other. Not that he minded, given the fact that he got free beer along with it, but she didn’t even seem angry at this point, just slightly exasperated. He felt a little bad for her, but not much. She lived with one person, as far as he knew. She was a little young for kids, and there hadn’t been any annoying screeching around to indicate that she had any, anyway.

    Did he ever get tired of looking at someone’s face? Uinsean lived in one of the most crowded houses of Ridgway, and he doubted he’d ever actually had his own room. He was constantly tired of his family. If it was because of, or as part of the fact that he felt disconnected to the rest of them was hard to say, but it probably didn’t help.

    What did whats-his-face do?” He asked, rolling his shoulders a little as he leaned back, placing one hand behind him to lean back slightly. “In my experience, throwing pans is an effective way to get some frustrations out. Provided, of course, that he isn’t one to throw them back.” He was fairly sure that both Caoilfhoinn and Rhiannon had hurled kitchenware across the room on multiple occasions. The Malones did have a temper. Even the ones that weren’t biologically related. Nature versus nurture?

    There are, of course, other ways too. Some more fun than others.” He said, grinning ever so slightly to her and winking. Whether she’d take it seriously or as a joke was up to her, his tone could indicate either.

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Calleigh Jeffries
 Posted: Yesterday at 02:58 pm
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All she provided to answer his return question was a shrug of her shoulders. He was probably right that everybody experienced that at some point, and she imagined that it wasn't exactly foreign to him. She didn't know much about the Malone family, but she did know that it was a big one - and growing up in a crowded house could be frustrating to say the least. Vito might be annoying as all hell, but he was only one person and it was a big house, so really if they didn't want to look at each other's stupid faces they could just inhabit each their end and eat at different times. That was less of an option when every inch was crowded. Hurrah for not having to deal with that crap.

"Does it matter?", she tossed another question back, not even realizing that they were creating a bit of a pattern here. But she wasn't exactly eager to pour her heart out to a stranger, no matter how great his hair was.

"I suppose I could try that. I think it might actually catch him by surprise", the image of Vito dodging kitchen equipment was amusing enough to drag out a little chuckle. "I don't think he'd throw anything back, but I'd probably still be in deep trouble. He's really too big for it to be a fair fight - unless I hold on to a pot and use it for a weapon. Then I might have a chance."

To be perfectly honest she was probably downplaying herself a little. Vito might be significantly bigger than her, and he would certainly win if it came to blows, but she could hold her own. He wouldn't win easily.

She put out her own cigarette on the curb and tossed it aside before turning her eyes on Vinny, eyebrow raised and a smirk on her lips. "I'm sure you could think of a few that would be more than a little entertaining." Calleigh wasn't generally the flirting type, but tonight she couldn't see the harm in giving it a shot. It might even be fun.

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Uinsean Malone
 Posted: Yesterday at 08:50 pm
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    Does it matter to you?” He threw it back at her, continuing their little game of questions. It made him smirk a little bit. It was mindless, kind of dumb, but it fit well. It was non-descriptive, not forcing either of them to bear their heart or dish out all the things wrong in their lives. With them living in Deerfield, there was sure to be a few things, Uinsean couldn’t imagine it any other way. Whether it was deranged motivational speakers yearning for something better or fellow Malone’s who took the word homesick and became truly sick of home, Uinsean didn’t know any who were truly happy with their lot in life. Content, perhaps. But not happy.

    He had drank half the can, setting it down next to him again as he ran a hand through his hair, letting go of a light breath of laughter when she suggested that she would at least catch him by surprise. “There’s always ways to win when you’re at a disadvantage – With guys it’s really not hard to figure out how,” He advised, shaking his head a little in the end. Maybe it should have been a warning to her when she said that he was too big for it to be a fair fight. Maybe. But the moment she looked at him, eyebrow cocked and mischief hidden at the corner of her smirk, that amount of sense went right above his head.

    He looked at her with renewed and enforced interest. Thank god, not a prude, and this one he was sure wasn’t related to him in any way.

    I can be very creative,” He said, his smirk widening just a tad, “And a very good distraction from that roommate you’re so tired of looking at.

    Who could blame him? People regretted the shots they didn’t take, and Uinsean wasn’t about to let that happen. A flirtatious, gorgeous blonde basically on his doorstep? If he heard anyone else dropping that on the floor, he would’ve smacked them over the head for the sheer stupidity. He wasn’t about to do that himself.

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