#pinkmanipulated

❛ Monsters are real. Ghosts are too. They live inside of us, and sometimes, they win. ❜ jesse @ himself ;) 

BOOK STARTERS VOL.57  ;  THE SHINING  -  STEPHEN KING  || OPEN IF YOU SPECIFY

JESSE OBSESSIVELY RUBS HIS EYES.                                                        And then he rubs them again.

The meth is getting into his head. NO,  the  ‘ fun part ’   never lasts, the feeling of being on top of the world. He’s too hot. He’s sweating buckets. He can feel his heart-rate climbing and climbing and there’s not a FUCKING thing he can do about it, his paranoia skyrocketing as he stares directly back into his OWN baby blue eyes. 

IT CAN”T BE HIM.  HE’S  —   HE’S  HIM.                                                         H E ’ S   JESSE PINKMAN.

But this Jesse looks so much worse for wear. The jagged scars on his cheeks, the palpable pain & horror in his eyes.                                                                                HE WAS LOOKING INTO HIS FUTURE.

“ ALRIGHT,  it’s not gonna BE like that,  OKAY? ”  He desperately SWEARS to himself in the hopes he would go away, still full of hope & too naive to see that Mr. White was a comet he was hopelessly chained to.  

“  Ce sera un long voyage sur les vagues de l'oubli. ”  The way she spoke was as though she were quoting something she’d read in a book once; hadn’t expected him to understand it, of course, but it was spoken in a way which she hoped could sympathize with her. Elizabeth had such a long journey ahead of her, away from the overbearing Comstock - but she wasn’t out of the woods just yet, either.  “ I’m going to need help. ”

@pinkmanipulated​ said: " hey, uh... kid, you okay? it's, like --- real late to be wandering around out here alone. "

   Peter hated this place. He hated how his ol’ Parker luck was screwing him over once again. First the events at New York, with Mysterio exposing his identity. And then Fury thinking it was a fantastic idea to just send him off to Alaska to keep him out of the eye of the public. It was too cold, too bare, and too quiet. Maybe it was better for him but he wasn’t the biggest fan.

He had only been here a few days but he already missed home -- missed May, his friends, and the rest of the team. It’s not like the team cared, right? They’re probably happy that the kid isn’t going to be a part of their big kid games. And here he is, walking at night in a state he had no knowledge of, trying to find his way back to the cabin setup Fury picked out for him. He really didn’t feel like a kid -- just like a lost kid.

The stay was just a termporary fix -- but a fix that Peter hated. He just wanted to get back to sleeping in his bed. The setup was bare -- basic features like a small bathroom, a small kitchen ( if you could even call it that ), and a twin bed. There was a few other things that he was grateful for. A bookshelf with some books to pass the time and a tv with two channels.

It was better than nothing, right? He had to look on the bright side of the whole situation. He could be dead right now!

He finally caved, though, and went to town to try to see what he was working with. Wanted to see what was really there .. and he made the mistake of leaving the town when it got too late. It was dark. So here he was, trying to find his way back, with no map or landmarks.And the night really didn’t help his situation at all.

Which is why the voice surprised Peter. He had gotten used to the barren state of the country -- but there was a man up ahead, standing in front of a small cabin like the one he was staying in.

Oh no ...

“ -- I -- I’m fine. ” Shoulders tense, body already getting in the fight-or-flight state that he had taken up ever since the events in Europe. He had no idea what to expect most of the time. Part of him wished that everything that happened was just one of Mysterio’s big illusions -- but his luck didn’t allow for that.

“ There ain’t no heaven. Trust me. If there's a light at the end, it's just the SUN in your eyes.” 

   It had been a long night of nothing -- Ellie simply waiting for Jesse to come home from ... whatever the fuck he does on days like these. Games, books -- nothing was keeping her occupied enough to even sit still. She just wanted him back home. There was nothing to do around here when he was gone -- the few games Jesse had ? Either sucked, was boring, or she had already played through it. Same for the books ... and the comics. Everything just ... wasn’t working. Come on, Jesse. Where are you?

She didn’t have to wait long, though, because as she lays upside down on the couch, she can hear the jingle of someone unlocking the door. Soon, she was looking at her big brother Jesse, a grin already starting to form as she moves to sit up.

“ -- I thought you died or something, dude. I was going to look steal a bike and look for you. ” She wants to ask how his day went ... but eyes land on the bags in his hand.

one  monday  down  ,  at  least  seven  to  go  .  once  it  had  become  a  real  option  for  him  bear  had  quickly  discovered  a  love  for  working  away   .       on     location  ,      surrounded  by  people  and  places  who  were  just  as  much  strangers  to  him  as  he  was  to  them  ,  it  was   easier   to  fall  into  his  role  .  to  play  the  part  of  whatever  he  was  meant  to  be  on  any  given  day  .  more  often  then  not  it  was  very  stressful  fun  ,  but  on  occasion  the  stress  was  replaced  by  pure  boredom ,  and  so  far  ,  not  even  a  full  week  in  ,      ALASKA      was  already  screaming      i  hope  you  brought  a  deck  of  cards      .  from  friday  night  to  the  earliest  hours  of  monday  morning  being  the  best  company  imaginable  was  bear’s  only  job  ,  but  once  weekday  work  hours  were  back  in  play  he  was  left  to  his  own  devices  ,  free  to  do  as  he  pleased  ,  and  with  few  other  options      as   he   pleased      so  far  only  consisted  of  window  shopping  and  trudging  up  and  down  main  street  .          on  one  such  walk  attention  was  fully  on  the  phone  in  his  hand  ,  and  as  body  collided  with  who  he  assumed  was  a  local  ,  bear  looked  up  fully  prepared  to  apologize  .

                                                        ‘  sorry  ’   never    even    left    his    lips    .      

 ❛         HEY                        ❜          fingers  clicked  in  the  air  ,  the  name  on  the  tip  of  his  tongue  refusing  to  make  itself  known .  the  face  was  too  familiar  to  be  anyone      other      than  the  man  bear  was  thinking  of  ,  but  memories  dimmed  by  the  haze  he’d  been  in  at  that  time  in  his  life  kept  all  but      one   thing      from  rising  to  the  surface  .  luckily  that  one  thing  popped  into  his  head  with  zero  difficulty  .          ❛         b i t c h   ,  you’re   the   bitch   guy   !        ❜          a  proud  smile      and  not  a  shred  of  doubt  .  bear’s  declaration  had been as  far  from  a  question  as  humanly  possible  ,  and  soon  he  was  reaching  forward  to  smack  the  other  man’s  arm  .          ❛         how   the   fuck   ya’been   ,   mate   ?        ❜    

“  pinkman.  ”  a quiet click of her tongue pairs with a flickering of the eyes to survey the waiting area.  there’s a knowing look that cracks her features like daybreak when jesse’s caught in her line of sight.  “  jesse  pinkman?  ”  tali’s unduly grave nature is always flushed with a  wave of relief  upon finding a familiar face awaiting a check up.  moreso patients like him :  personable and  easy to accommodate.  he,  in particular,  has always been a pleasure to examine in spite of his sometimes incessant gabbling.