*Hello, ladies, look at your scientists, now back to me, now back at your scientists, now back to me. Sadly, they aren’t me, but if they studied chaos theory, they, uh, probably could talk like me. Look down, back up, where are you? You’re in a car with a man your man could talk like. What’s in your hand, back at me. I have it, it’s a glass of water which will help me explain chaos theory to you. Look again, the theory is now the best joke in the movie. Anything is possible when your man is a chaotician. I’m on a table.

Life found a way.

hcndler:

“Please—I barely even know what your name is. I just know that he read one of your books. And it’s not for me, it’s for someone else—his name’s Lowery Cruthers. Not ‘Larry’, not ‘Lori’, Lowery, that’s L O W E R Y,” How much would it suck if he had gotten the name wrong? It might be a nice pick me up for the man though, hopefully Lowery appreciates the gesture. 

He nods to the glass that the man just set down on the counter. “By you a drink for your troubles?”

eyes remain of the other for a moment, eyebrow quirked. “lowery,” he parrots, trying the name out. “i’ve heard WEIRDER.” and with that, he’s s c r i b b l i n g down a message,TO LOWERY, FROM IAN MALCOLM. pen clicks, napkin handed to the other. “y’know, i would say no, as i ALREADY have one, but.. with an offer like that, how can i say no? besides, there isn’t m u c h left.” hand grabs his drink, downing the last few sips. “or ANY.”

Woman inherits the earth.

finally did my other verses

# me evaluating my life choices :)

hcndler:

“HAH! Funny,” He’s not laughing. Not really–not even internally. “I don’t know if you can but that just killed me.” 

Owen glances over at the stranger before taking a long drink from his glance. He looks vaguely familiar. Hadn’t he seen him somewhere before—on the back of a book! That’s where! Lowery had one of this guy’s books on his desk in the control room. 

“What’s it to you, anyways? Aren’t you that…chaos guy? Does disaster intrigue you? Is that why you came over here?”

a shrug at the other’s sarcasm, simply unable to find it in himself to be BOTHERED by the attitude. if there’s one thing three ex-wives will give you, ( other than a CRIPPLING headache ) is the ability to bounce right back from things like that.

“the name’s IAN MALCOLM, and unless there’s another chaos guy i need to be worried about, i THINK you’re in service.” he readjusts his position in the seat. “intrigued by disaster? you see, you’re going off the textbook description of CHAOS, which is: a state of disorder, or, as you say, DISASTER. but in CHAOS THEORY, it is defined more.. precisely.” a p a u s e. “my apologies, i seem to be rambling, but to answer your earlier question, i came over here because YOU are the infamous owen grady. even if you’re unaware, we both have something in common.”

tyrcnnus:

@chaosiisms

— She remembered him.

     Yes, though perhaps remembrance would be a tad too advanced a term; it was a familiarity, a fleeting tug at a primal mind, some unease that brought the beast to pause before the glass. The rex was by no means dumb, of course — quite the opposite. There was much she knew, much that the Tyrannosaur could glean from the wind, from the air, from the land. 

     She knew of the humans(the curious little things), smelled them beyond her walls, mingled with the scents of smoke and metal. Beyond, in other paddocks like her, there was the scent of the Big Prey, the Good Prey; their soft hoots and lowing cries ever-tantalizing. But she did not remember much, for that was not her way.

     For what the great predator had, however, she could recall this one amongst the gawking crowd, the little things that stared up at her bloodied maw with horror and awe. Her eyes were good, and she recognized — remembered him. A lost-one, prey almost had. She remembered his scent, remembered his blood. His  f e a r .

     Safely within the observation deck itself, Doctor Harding waved to draw the mans’ eye. He’d heard Malcolm had come, and had to see for himself. Honestly, the aged park Vet was surprised that any of the survivors of the incident would find themselves here again, himself included. If anyone were to accompany Malcolm through the park, it should be him.

the glass doesn’t comfort him, and neither does the crowd. shoulders bumping shoulders, air heavy with sweat and looming fear. it may be PARANOIA, but ian can swear the creature, for at least a moment, looked straight at him. a voice in the back of his head is telling him to STOP — to FREEZE, but he doesn’t. slow, measured steps, careful in every bend and placement, right leg favored. breaths are shallow, a dull pain thrumming in bones and joints, as if his body is remembering what it felt like. the FEAR is there, the pain is returning, and he still can’t stop moving; he wants to R U N, leave, do something, but eyes are glued to the TOURIST ATTRACTION, watching her as if his life depends on it, ( and it just might. )

then, out of the corner of his eye there’s a sudden movement. hesitantly, he takes his eyes away from her, spotting a person waving him down. he recognizes the man EASILY as one of the few survivors of the ORIGINAL DISASTER this one was inspired by. one last glance at the tyrannosaurus before moving towards the other. “doctor harding, if i’m correct? ian malcolm, but i assume you’re already familiar. this thing,” he taps his leg lightly with his cane, “got me up high in the popularity list within the survivors considering for a while there i WASN’T one.” there’s a hope that the other doesn’t react too badly to his dark humor, but that doesn’t make him at all regret what he said.

bvtlittle:

       In all honesty, she was READY.     Aria knew she would say something to fuck up, DO something; it was better that she would have to tell him something that she didn’t do. HE still swaggered, unknowing about what was going to be laid out on the table, a lamb being  s l a i n. Secretly, she hoped that it would end up BAD for her.

           “–Dr. Malcolm.”

    Voice somber, being held with fragile hands and heavy hearts. She, herself, was over her anger towards the predicament. This was an unspoken grief that the man opposing, however, would have to carry him throughout his days.

           “A word, please.”

    @chaosiisms, mario voice: here we gooo

the FORMALITY of the words surprises him, but he doesn’t let that surprise show. instead, he keeps up his front, letting a flirtatious aura follow him as he gathers all of his focus to be directed only at aria, all distractions shut out. “a word? a vagueness like that really lets the mind WANDER, don’t you think?” eyes crease as teeth are shown in an even wider grin. “i might even think you WANT to talk to me, which i understand completely.” smug in every action, every syllable, and it shows even more as snakeskin boots hit the floor, heel first, a small pause, then the toe. it goes like this for every step as he moves closer. “but, either way,  what is it,  dr. layne?”

ah, finally finished them! velociraptor and triceratops skull :D

“Oh please. Don’t treat me like I’m a grad student. I’ve been working around predators since I was twenty years old. Lions, jackals, hyenas, you.” ↳ Julianne Moore as Sarah Harding (The Lost World: Jurassic Park)

bvtlittle:

        but have you MET me?

yeah, i have, and nobody is perfect.

bvtlittle:

        any why

nobody is PERFECT, aria. i may be  c l o s e,  but still.

bvtlittle replied to your post “no”

stop

any why would i do that?