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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2016 19:08:40 GMT -5
[[Hey everyone ^^ It's like 11pm here and I'm supposed to be getting sleep for tomorrow night Then again, I just finished braiding my hair so rip me xD I'll probably reply again sometime this weekend; since I'm at prom tonight and apparently that's a big deal whoops ]] "Aw come on." Clint groaned, rolling his eyes for a long moment. "If you two could give me fifteen minutes then I'm sure I'll get somewhere." Considering he relied on the AI systems whenever he was living in the tower, it was going to be a very interesting venture to try and switch it on. Sure, it probably was a series of switches or voice-commands, but Clint never really needed a lot of those things to function. Call him archaic, but the simple things in life were like a comfortable skin around him; so the bells and whistles of new technology somewhat confused him. However, he could tip his hat off to the various upgrades on his gear. "I'm pretty sure I'll be fine. What the kids say now? 'On fleek'? Yes," Grinning, the archer twirled his hand in a circle and bowed mockingly. "I'll be on fleek with these systems." [[And omg Biology is my jam xD I just wrote my last senior biology practical today, funny enough. I'm thinking of going into genetics as my undergrad, but I also got accepted for electro-mechanical engineering so idk xD ]] [[ alright xD ]] "You're disgusting," Natasha said with a roll of her eyes, shoving at the middle of Clint's chest with one hand before saying, "come on Bucky," and beginning to walk away. She was heading towards the living area, which was somewhat separated by a wall first. She didn't think anything would be there. The police had said they did a pretty thorough search, but they were just here to double-check for anything that they would know to be out of the ordinary. Well, Bucky wouldn't know. [[ that's so cool! genetics is so interesting. ]]
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Aug 19, 2016 21:44:42 GMT -5
[[ i'm interested in neurology, so yes ^^ i think i'd have about a seven to eight year college experience if i decide to study that though. ]] "No," Sherlock replied bluntly, "we always go around the back, he'll find a way in!" John was good at this sort of thing, but who knew how long it was going to take him to show up? Sherlock knew full well that there was no way that he was actually excited about breaking into a huge mansion (he never was), but he would be here eventually, since he'd said that he would be. He rounded the corner of the fence, ducking past the trees and weaving through them. The mansion was deep, not just wide. The windows were dark that he passed, so he figured that the owner was not home. There was no million dollar car in the driveway, where he would have assumed that it would be parked. He had to show off, yes? Yes. He glanced over his shoulder. Was Evangeline following yet? She could wait for John if she wanted. He was going in. ((Ahhhh that's pretty cool~ but if you're thinking of psychiatry too that would mean psychology right? :3 but you'd have to know some neurology too XP good morning!!! How's everyone's day?)) "Alright then." Evangeline answered quietly and followed Sherlock through the trees, weaving through them as he did the same. She couldn't help but keep feeling in awe of how amazingly... Deep in the woods this mansion was. And it was big too. Even though most of the lights were out, she could still see some specks of light coming from the home appliances inside. So the owner must be away, but not for a long duration of time. Which means we must hurry then.If the owner had been thinking of going on a long trip, then he would have shut down most of the power on the appliances, like all people do. They arrived at the back door to the mansion, and surprise surprise, it was locked. Evangeline heaved a sigh and stood their waiting. She did have a lock-picks on her at all times, but doubted Sherlock would want to miss this opportunity. Might as well let him do it.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2016 21:55:50 GMT -5
[[ kinda. psychiatry would more be chemistry cause it's administering the drugs instead of the therapy. there's an overabundance of psychologists and not enough psychiatrists, sadly xD so i'd probably have to learn basic psychology but focus a lot on chem too. ]]
Sherlock would never, ever miss an opportunity to pick a lock, naturally, so he pulled out his little kit from one of the inner pockets of his coat and rolled it open, surveying it before taking one out and jimmying it into the lock. It took one... two minutes, but then the lock clicked, and the door swung open. No alarm, cause the arm would only go off if the door was broken down, and Sherlock stepped inside, glancing around cautiously. No visible cameras. He motioned to Evangeline, sliding further inside. No dog. No fur. No cameras, probably just for his own privacy, and no one around. "We should find his office."
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Aug 19, 2016 22:50:46 GMT -5
[[ kinda. psychiatry would more be chemistry cause it's administering the drugs instead of the therapy. there's an overabundance of psychologists and not enough psychiatrists, sadly xD so i'd probably have to learn basic psychology but focus a lot on chem too. ]] Sherlock would never, ever miss an opportunity to pick a lock, naturally, so he pulled out his little kit from one of the inner pockets of his coat and rolled it open, surveying it before taking one out and jimmying it into the lock. It took one... two minutes, but then the lock clicked, and the door swung open. No alarm, cause the arm would only go off if the door was broken down, and Sherlock stepped inside, glancing around cautiously. No visible cameras. He motioned to Evangeline, sliding further inside. No dog. No fur. No cameras, probably just for his own privacy, and no one around. "We should find his office." ((Ah I see XD I'm not ask interested in Chem as I am in biology lol but hey I hate physics so those two are great XP)) "Naturally." Evangeline nodded and stepped inside, looking around this vast and luxurious house. The first floor was out of the question. Such a rich businessman would not put his private office on the first floor at all, it was easily accessible if the window to it was broken or anything. It would definitely be on the second floor. "So let's find the staircase."Around the corner was the kitchen, a fairly luxurious kitchen at that. Nice alabaster marble floor and really high class equipment. She assumed whoever the wife was would feel very pleased working in this kitchen. Oh wait, actually, that is if he didn't divorce her already. Cross the kitchen was the living room, complete with an extremely large widescreen TV on the wall. Watching movies on there must be quite a blast. Evangeline shook the thought away, realizing that she was straying from her point of investigation. The staircase. She turned around from the living room, casting her glance behind. There it is. ((may be a bit poofy cuz I'm at the airport and heading to Hong Kong in a few hours XD))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2016 20:48:25 GMT -5
[[ kinda. psychiatry would more be chemistry cause it's administering the drugs instead of the therapy. there's an overabundance of psychologists and not enough psychiatrists, sadly xD so i'd probably have to learn basic psychology but focus a lot on chem too. ]] Sherlock would never, ever miss an opportunity to pick a lock, naturally, so he pulled out his little kit from one of the inner pockets of his coat and rolled it open, surveying it before taking one out and jimmying it into the lock. It took one... two minutes, but then the lock clicked, and the door swung open. No alarm, cause the arm would only go off if the door was broken down, and Sherlock stepped inside, glancing around cautiously. No visible cameras. He motioned to Evangeline, sliding further inside. No dog. No fur. No cameras, probably just for his own privacy, and no one around. "We should find his office." ((Ah I see XD I'm not ask interested in Chem as I am in biology lol but hey I hate physics so those two are great XP)) "Naturally." Evangeline nodded and stepped inside, looking around this vast and luxurious house. The first floor was out of the question. Such a rich businessman would not put his private office on the first floor at all, it was easily accessible if the window to it was broken or anything. It would definitely be on the second floor. "So let's find the staircase."Around the corner was the kitchen, a fairly luxurious kitchen at that. Nice alabaster marble floor and really high class equipment. She assumed whoever the wife was would feel very pleased working in this kitchen. Oh wait, actually, that is if he didn't divorce her already. Cross the kitchen was the living room, complete with an extremely large widescreen TV on the wall. Watching movies on there must be quite a blast. Evangeline shook the thought away, realizing that she was straying from her point of investigation. The staircase. She turned around from the living room, casting her glance behind. There it is. ((may be a bit poofy cuz I'm at the airport and heading to Hong Kong in a few hours XD)) [[ physics scares me. ]] Sherlock followed behind, silently pulling on a pair of leather gloves out of his pocket and slipping them on. He caught sight of the staircase at about the same time that Evangeline did, and he headed after her, beginning up it. The stairs creaked with a painful loudness, but he simply had faith that the owner of the house would not be home. Maybe he had taken his wife out to a fancy dinner, or had stayed late at the office. Maybe there was even a company party. All that really matter was that no one was home though, and he didn't speak as they got to the top of the stairs, not until he caught sight of an ajar door, and the corner of a desk. "There," he said, pointing with one long finger as he brushed past her, briskly walked in the door's direction. [[ it's okay! i was touring a house and then i had church and then i got dinner. ]]
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Post by SCP-049 on Aug 21, 2016 11:55:22 GMT -5
[[ XD I just woke up and it's 6pm lol But eyy prom was nice! ^^ ]]
Clint, somewhat immune to the quips, rolled his eyes and gave a lazy salute. Besides, he was used to being cheeky to Natasha whenever he got the chance; and if she didn't throw him across the room. "If you two find something, just holler." He called, before making his way to Tony's workroom. One place he never really stepped into, Clint looked around in interest before searching for any clues. While the police had seemed to have checked the place for whatever they could find, Clint looked for anything they missed. Unfortunately, he didn't seem to know what exactly to look for. "Any luck that side?"
[[Hnng, sorry it's so short xD ]]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2016 17:27:39 GMT -5
[[ XD I just woke up and it's 6pm lol But eyy prom was nice! ^^ ]] Clint, somewhat immune to the quips, rolled his eyes and gave a lazy salute. Besides, he was used to being cheeky to Natasha whenever he got the chance; and if she didn't throw him across the room. "If you two find something, just holler." He called, before making his way to Tony's workroom. One place he never really stepped into, Clint looked around in interest before searching for any clues. While the police had seemed to have checked the place for whatever they could find, Clint looked for anything they missed. Unfortunately, he didn't seem to know what exactly to look for. "Any luck that side?" [[Hnng, sorry it's so short xD ]] [[ nice! ]] "Nothing!" Natasha called back as Bucky singlehandedly lifted the couch with a... single hand. He dropped it, apparently not seeing anything underneath of it. "How about on your side?" Since he was asking, she assumed he'd found nothing in the thirty seconds they'd drifted apart, but she didn't say that as she leaned over the side of the TV cabinet and looked behind it. Nothing. Not even a dust bunny. Tony was a freakishly clean person. [[ it's okay! ]]
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Post by SCP-049 on Aug 22, 2016 8:39:52 GMT -5
[[ I'm pretty sure I will nnot be able to feel my feet for a couple of moths, but overall I enjoyed it XD ]]
Clint, frowning, let his eyes travel towards one of the many workbenches, remembering to slip on a pair of gloves from a nearby hook before touching anything on it. Although Tony (Or Bruce for that matter) were not present, it was common for any 'visitor' to put on gloves whenever they inspected anything on the benches; just to make sure no fingers were harmed, he assumed. Gently sifting through what Clint would call junk, he stumbled across some items that seemed out of place. "Umm...Guys?" He called out, somehat confused. "I think this isn't Tony's handiwork."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2016 10:26:17 GMT -5
[[ good! ]]
Natasha wriggled back out from behind the television console and jogged over. Bucky stayed where he was, but he was a grown man. He'd be fine. As she entered the workshop she picked up a pair of gloves from one of the tables, wriggling them on mostly out of habit, and then headed over to the table Clint stood at. "What is that?" she breathed as she looked down at the objects. They were almost Chitauri-like, glowing. "We should call T'Challa." She was no scientist, but she knew that touching them, even with gloves, probably wasn't a fantastic idea.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2016 6:27:00 GMT -5
[[ it's okay! i understand completely. i'm good though! i'm finally at home from north/south carolina, thank goodness. it's very racist down there and scary. ]]
Since she was apparently taking over the hacking of the computer, Sherlock began to walk around the room, hands in his pockets. He wanted to hack, if he was being honest, but he had enough self control to not boot her off the chair like the complete and utter jerk that he wanted to be at the moment. Instead, he started looking at the menagerie of junk on the bookshelves. They were very clean, actually, but he couldn't help but notice all of the little trinkets and things. "Hurry," he said simply, "remember that this might not even be the person that we're looking for." It could very well be one of the other two on the list, and it bugged him as he walked up behind her and placed his hands on the chair.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 23, 2016 6:41:23 GMT -5
((hey is this still open...?)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2016 6:45:44 GMT -5
((hey is this still open...?) [[ yeah, i suppose! i only have two people i'm rping with. ]]
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 23, 2016 6:55:20 GMT -5
Could we maybe do a harry potter rp? I've got an OC that ive been dying to use owo
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2016 9:37:34 GMT -5
Could we maybe do a harry potter rp? I've got an OC that ive been dying to use two [[ of course! i mainly use canon characters, do you mind? ]]
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 23, 2016 18:00:03 GMT -5
Not at all! Here is a small description if my character. I hope it's okay.
Lissa Harley // 16 // Female // Witch (human) // Harry Potter
A young pure-blood witch from an old indigenous Australian family. Dark skin, bright whiskey coloured eyes. She adores swimming and is very talented at water magic. Like the rest of her family, she is a registered animgus who can take the form of a peregrine falcon
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2016 19:32:28 GMT -5
[[ that's perfect! who'd you like me to use along with her? ]]
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 23, 2016 19:53:49 GMT -5
Uhhh.. Malfoy maybe?
Is it okay if my character has just moved to Hogwarts in her fifth year?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2016 20:30:39 GMT -5
[[ yeah, sure on both of those things! ]]
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 23, 2016 20:39:21 GMT -5
okay x3 How should I start?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2016 21:09:10 GMT -5
[[ on the train or in the castle works xD i'm kinda preoccupied atm. ]]
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 23, 2016 21:17:44 GMT -5
That's okay. Here goes)
Lissa wasn't sure why that she was having to even go on the train to this new school of hers. She always flew to her old one and they never had an issue but no, of course, it had been said in the letter that she had received and pressed even harder on her when Professor Minerva McGonagall had visited her home so that she could be sorted. She could have been sorted with the first years, of course, but her parents didn't think it wise for her to be called out as a new student. She had been sorted into Slytherin house, she had been quite pleased, despite the bad reputation that it had within the British Wizarding world. She found a cabin to herself on the far end of the train and closed the door. Her trunk had already been loaded earlier and she was now only left with a small wheel along bag that had her want, her robes and some other things that she wanted with her on the train. Her wand and a bottle of water from her home country.
She quickly checked that no one was going to pass by her cabin and quickly changed into her animal form, perching on the handle of her bag. She fluffed her feathers up and stared at the door, as if daring someone to come in.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2016 22:56:47 GMT -5
[[ i'll reply in the morning ^^' i'm very tired. talk to you then! ]]
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Post by SCP-049 on Aug 23, 2016 22:57:45 GMT -5
[[Good morning/evening/thanks timezones everyone! ^^ ]]
Clint made sure his hands stayed a suitable distance away from the glowing devices, eyes narrowed in pure skepticism as he observed them. Of course, Barton wasn't a fan of anything that looked like it belonged in a Sci-fi movie, especially since they always seemed to be highly dangerous. "I think we should too." The murmur came out quietly, but Clint didn't take his eyes off the table; as if he was expecting the devices to spring up and attack them any moment. "Any ideas what they could be? It doesn't look like a welcome gift, anyway." The question was followed by a shrug; honestly, it could probably be anything.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 23, 2016 23:01:07 GMT -5
hi riv! :3
It's 2pm here for me.
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Post by SCP-049 on Aug 23, 2016 23:14:06 GMT -5
[[6am here xD *insert FNAF bell and kid cheers* ))
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 23, 2016 23:19:29 GMT -5
*has never played FNAF but has watched Markiplier and Jacksepticeye play it six times*
good morning!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2016 8:36:22 GMT -5
That's okay. Here goes) Lissa wasn't sure why that she was having to even go on the train to this new school of hers. She always flew to her old one and they never had an issue but no, of course, it had been said in the letter that she had received and pressed even harder on her when Professor Minerva McGonagall had visited her home so that she could be sorted. She could have been sorted with the first years, of course, but her parents didn't think it wise for her to be called out as a new student. She had been sorted into Slytherin house, she had been quite pleased, despite the bad reputation that it had within the British Wizarding world. She found a cabin to herself on the far end of the train and closed the door. Her trunk had already been loaded earlier and she was now only left with a small wheel along bag that had her want, her robes and some other things that she wanted with her on the train. Her wand and a bottle of water from her home country. She quickly checked that no one was going to pass by her cabin and quickly changed into her animal form, perching on the handle of her bag. She fluffed her feathers up and stared at the door, as if daring someone to come in. [[ morning! ]] Someone did come in, unfortunately enough (or maybe fortunately enough) for Lissa. Draco; however, had been hoping the compartment was empty, and was very dissatisfied when he saw someone's bag and pet all alone. He mumbled to himself under his breath. He didn't know what house the they were from, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't sort them when they came back. He hated stupid people, and now he magically had power over them. So, he sat down in a chair across the room, dropping his own carryon next to him and peering over at the bird through squinted eyes. He didn't even know that they were allowed to bring birds other than owls. "What're you looking at?" he finally asked it with a small smirk, mainly at his own 'humor.'
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2016 8:38:36 GMT -5
[[Good morning/evening/ thanks timezones everyone! ^^ ]] Clint made sure his hands stayed a suitable distance away from the glowing devices, eyes narrowed in pure skepticism as he observed them. Of course, Barton wasn't a fan of anything that looked like it belonged in a Sci-fi movie, especially since they always seemed to be highly dangerous. "I think we should too." The murmur came out quietly, but Clint didn't take his eyes off the table; as if he was expecting the devices to spring up and attack them any moment. "Any ideas what they could be? It doesn't look like a welcome gift, anyway." The question was followed by a shrug; honestly, it could probably be anything. "To be honest, they look Chitauri," Natasha replied, carefully pulling one glove off to take her phone out, command it to call T'Challa, and putting it up to her ear, "what do you think?" Clint hadn't seen any of them when he'd been under Loki's control way back in the battle of New York, or so he'd said. He'd fought them though, and Natasha was pretty sure that those masked faces would be seared into the backs of her eyelids for life.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 24, 2016 18:42:33 GMT -5
Lissa ruffled her feathers, not pleased with his tone and demeanor. She smirked internally, opening her wings so she could move to sit on the chair directly across from him. With one last look at him, she changed back to a human. "You." She responded to his question, crossing her arms over her chest. "You got a problem with that?" She asked, raising her eyebrows with an innocent smile on her face, but her eyes held challenge. Her voice was still heavily accented from where she came from. She wore a hooded jumper with a silver and purple crest on it. There was a serpent-like creature that looked similar to a dragon, but it had fins and there was water curling around it. It was the crest of her house back from her school in Australia and one of the few things that she was able to keep from her time there.
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