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Post by SCP-049 on Aug 27, 2016 10:40:20 GMT -5
[[Urgh, that sucks 3: I don't know why people don't seem to have filters anymore, but bashing gays is a common occurrence in my neighborhood. As for teachers that need to stop talking about their personal lives...Oh gosh I could make a list xD I think the only teacher I hate is my geography teacher, who I always had last year, because she is a full on racist -_- Considering she's in South Africa, you'd assume she'd know better, but hey, I have one more week with her and then I can leave. Plus there was an impromptu peace walk for stopping racism at my school fair today...And things went down oh gosh ]]
"If he's finally shut down all those crawl spaces I used to hide in, then I think I'm revoking my Avengers membership!" Clint called out teasingly, before turning to observe the devices again. What they were, he didn't know, but he silently hoped they were not like Loki's sceptre. Having one freaky mind-controlling experience was one time too many. Jaw set, he leaned forward for a closer look, then backed away from the table for a more broader perspective; zoning out in thought. He did, however, snap back to attention when he remembered that he wasn't the only person in the room. "I don't think you'd have seen anything like this..." Sighing, Clint regarded Bucky silently. "But any ideas?"
[[Ikr! They hinted at something in Civil War, and I'm hoping they do something Black Widow or Winter Soldier related so that they can explore it Eeep! ]]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2016 14:16:35 GMT -5
[[ how do you manage to live in south africa and be a racist .-. oh my god, i've never met her but i hate her. oh geez. my friend wanted to hold a rally about treatment of gay and trans people at my school cause it's catholic. ]]
"Uh," Bucky started, glancing down at the table, eyes squinting. He hadn't expected to be asked, but after a moment he said, "I don't know. They had a lot of devices that looked similar in HYDRA, but I was never allowed to deal with them. Wasn't my job." He reached up to scratch at his scalp, eyes squinted. After a second, he shook his head, "Sorry. I don't think I could tell you anything more." The scientists had dealt with all of those things, and he'd never been free enough to ask about them, or ask anything at all for that matter. He hadn't really wanted to, in all honesty.
[[ yes!! i would love that tbh, and spend all my cash on it. ]]
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Post by SCP-049 on Aug 28, 2016 3:45:31 GMT -5
[[ It's something I've always thought about honestly, but the world is a pretty weird little place lol xD And your friend should do it! I'd love to join a rally for things I support, but they never seem to be in my city these days; or they're so short notice that I miss out uwu ]]
"Eh, that's no problem at all." Clint smiled slightly, taking off his gloves as he walked towards the nearest door. Hanging them onto a hook, he quietly wondered if Hydra would have anything to do with the disappearances, but something in his thought wanted to dismiss the fact. Besides, he was somewhat sure that they wouldn't be that silent about capturing half of the Avengers, especially considering Steve was one of them. "For now, at least, we have something to go on. Which will help, I guess." He kept his tone optimistic, before swinging his head in a 'You coming?' gesture. "If you want to, I could show you around; possibly go and raid Tony's expensive fridge?"
[[ Your avatar just gave me so much life omg I missed that meme! XD ]]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2016 9:12:26 GMT -5
[[ true xD and she would, i'm sure, but she ended up moving schools at the end of the year ]] Bucky walked after him as he gestured, tugging at the gloves and hanging them up as he listened to Clint, not saying anything for a minute, but then smiling softly and saying, "Yeah, that would be good. I don't think I've ever been in a house this big." He didn't think that T'Challa's palace really counted as a house. It was more... it was more of a place of work that just happened to have bedrooms. He hadn't even gotten one of them; he had gotten the deepfreeze. Granted, he had asked for it, and so had Steve. [[ i love that meme! ]]
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Post by SCP-049 on Aug 28, 2016 11:46:03 GMT -5
[[Ouch! That sucks! DX Hope she found some like-minded people where she went, though ^^ ]]
"Tony does like going big while going home." Clint offered with a snort, walking into one of the main lounges. Once upon a time, he would have been sitting on one of the couches, watching some of the others attempt to lift Mjolnir, but those days had long gone. After Ultron, he wasn't even sure those laid-back days would even appear again. However, Tony has managed to restore the place back to its pristine condition. "Wish we were back here on better circumstances though...Don't tell anyone, but I miss all the potentially idiotic moments." While he did miss seeing his family, he did consider the Avengers as another variant of it; despite the tension that hung over them at the moment.
[[ Her face just does it for me every time I see it xD ]]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2016 12:04:50 GMT -5
[[Ouch! That sucks! DX Hope she found some like-minded people where she went, though ^^ ]] "Tony does like going big while going home." Clint offered with a snort, walking into one of the main lounges. Once upon a time, he would have been sitting on one of the couches, watching some of the others attempt to lift Mjolnir, but those days had long gone. After Ultron, he wasn't even sure those laid-back days would even appear again. However, Tony has managed to restore the place back to its pristine condition. "Wish we were back here on better circumstances though...Don't tell anyone, but I miss all the potentially idiotic moments." While he did miss seeing his family, he did consider the Avengers as another variant of it; despite the tension that hung over them at the moment. [[ Her face just does it for me every time I see it xD ]] [[ i hope so too ^^ ]] Bucky chuckled softly, glancing around the lounge. Natasha was nowhere to be found, so he looked back at Clint, saying simply, "Yeah, Steve does too. Don't tell him I told you that whenever we find him. He'll beat me up." Steve had told him plenty about the antics that he and the other Avengers had gotten into while living in this tower, and then everything had gone to shit. Mostly because of Bucky, but Steve always insisted that it wasn't his fault. Bucky knew that he was lying. "So, Tony's the only one who lived in all this year round?" he questioned, beginning to walk further into the room.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 28, 2016 19:47:53 GMT -5
(sorry i just need a break from this rp for a bit. I'm back now.
Do you think we should skip to the castle or something?)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2016 19:56:05 GMT -5
[[ yeah, sure. ]]
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Post by SCP-049 on Aug 29, 2016 0:20:47 GMT -5
[[ Update on that racism peace walk: Apparently my school is trending online oh my gosh ]]
"Your secret is safe with me; though I think everyone knows that Steve misses it." Clint made an effort to quickly check around the lounge for anything suspicious, but he seemed easier than he had been in a while. "I think Tony was all over the place, but most of us weren't permanent live-ins. I know Bruce hung around a lot, before he left." Deciding that everything looked in place, he trotted over to one of the bar tables. "Well, I didn't stay long; I'd rather be with the kids and Laura." The mention of that didn't phase him in the slightest; besides, Bucky was his friend, so Clint considered that piece of information free for him to know.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2016 1:27:17 GMT -5
[[ oh my gosh xD ]]
"Oh, you have kids?" Bucky asked, eyebrows shooting up. He'd kinda thought him and Nat... no, that made sense. Clint was what, ten years older than her? People in this day and age still seemed to be a bit picky about that difference there. That made a lot of sense. Bucky, at one point in his life, had been ready to settle down and raise a family. Hell, he'd been looking for a girl, but that hadn't happened. It was okay. Maybe someday, but never right not. He was too unstable.
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Post by SCP-049 on Aug 29, 2016 11:12:03 GMT -5
[[It's so bad -_- There was a lockdown at school and it's top story on the news I don't know what to do anymore ]]
"Yeah, the others found out sometime ago." A ghost of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips at the recollection, "But in this type of business, it was mandatory that no one really knew, I guess." He continued his little search around a spiral of stairs, stopping to look under them. "One of the reasons it was left off of my files." While he did miss his 'retirement', Laura had always reiterated that Clint would somehow be swept back into his past; and honestly, Clunt knew she understood that. Barely able to contact his family after escaping the Raft, however, he made sure to keep them in his thoughts.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2016 14:53:30 GMT -5
[[ well that's not good. what happened? ]]
Bucky smiled softly too, ducking his head under a table to see if there was anything hiding under there, but when there wasn't he questioned, "What're their names?" He'd always figured that he'd have a James Jr., or maybe a William. If it was a girl... Donna. Donna or Judith. Like he'd said, it would never happen now. It didn't make him so sad; he was grateful for freedom of mind, but sometimes he wondered what it would've been like if he'd never fallen off that train, if he'd made it back to the States. It would've been a hell of a lonely time without Stevie, that was for sure.
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Post by SCP-049 on Aug 30, 2016 3:45:02 GMT -5
[[ There was a protest by the girls and the press arrived; then in the afternoon the minister of education had a meeeting at our achool xD ]]
"Well there's Cooper, Lila and Nathaniel." he started, almost reaching for his phone until he realized that he deleted the pictures on it for safety reasons. "They would probably love to meet you; they like meeting anyone I know, really." He chuckled at the thought, but didn't dwell on it. After the airport battle, Clint had specifically made sure they were out of the fire. If they managed to bring everything back to normal, then his first priority would be making sure the kids lived a good life.
[[aack, bad writing I'm sorry xD ]]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2016 4:20:46 GMT -5
[[ oh goodness. that's wild xD ]]
"Well, if there's ever a chance, I'd love to meet them," Bucky said with a smile, glancing at the stairs as he heard someone coming down them. He glanced over to see Natasha jogging down towards them, and fell quiet. She reached their floor before she said, "Hey, nothing up in the rooms that I could find, but I didn't look too closely." She had checked under the beds and in the closet and stuff like that, you know, the usual places.
[[ it's okay xD ]]
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Post by SCP-049 on Aug 30, 2016 7:39:39 GMT -5
[[ There's protests outside the school but hey xD ]]
"A whole get together." Clint smiled wryly, but continued his search. "We could all go waterskiing." Looking up from under the stairs, Clint stepped away from them as he finished his search, glancing between the two with a slow shrug. "Nothing under the stairs, and in the bar, but you never know." Considering the personal quarters were quite large, they did have a lot of space to cover. However, they were relatively safe for now. "I'd check the kitchen, but maybe we deserve a break?" The smirk punctuated his words, arms folding as he leaned on the staircase.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2016 15:01:52 GMT -5
[[ exactly xD ]]
"I think we deserve a break," Natasha seconded, sashaying over and elbowing Clint before heading off towards the kitchen. She'd look, but she also wanted to see what was in the fridge, and if it was just Tony's shitty wheatgrass water stuff, she was gonna order some food. She hadn't eaten since five in the morning, and now it was five in the afternoon. She definitely thought they deserved a break.
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Post by SCP-049 on Aug 31, 2016 11:37:48 GMT -5
[[Its calmed down now xD ]]
"If you'll excuse me." Clint sniggered at the nudge, before breaking into a slow run and vaulting over the bar table and opening a couple of the cabinets. "I'm going to pull out all the expensive glassware; since Tonu isn't around to whine at us." The last part of the sentence felt heavy on his tongue, but Clint brushed it off silently. Vaulting over again, the archer held three glasses in his hands as he strolled back over; looking towards the door that led to the kitchen. "If there's nothing nice, then we can always cook; what could possibly go wrong?"
[[ I finally watched the VMAs and now I'm dead omg ]]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2016 15:53:44 GMT -5
[[ good xD ]]
"Well, the thing is, you can't cook!" Natasha called over her shoulder, opening the fridge and peering into it. Some lean ground beef, some stupid wheatgrass water shit, some tofu, a half loaf of Ezekiel bread, grapefruit juice with no sugar added, and all natural, unsweetened ketchup. Gross. "We might have to order out!" she yelled, "it's just a bunch of that nasty health food Tony likes..." That sentence felt heavy on her as it came out of her mouth, but she ignored it, just like Clint had. It was true, if anything. She hated the stuff he ate.
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Post by SCP-049 on Aug 31, 2016 23:42:01 GMT -5
"I can cook!" Clint protested weakly, one of his hands waving a glass in the kitchen's direction. "In small portions thank you very much!" Considering Laura did most of the cooking so that Clint didn't burn down the barn house kitchen, again, he did know how to make some of the best comfort food. Not that he was allowed to do much at the tower though. "There must be a order brochure somewhere in this place. We could get some shawarma or something..." He slowly smiled at the thought.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2016 4:21:34 GMT -5
Natasha just laughed, but called back as she appeared in the kitchen doorway again, "Shawarma would be good. Bucky, do you want shawarma?" Her eyes landed on the man, who had leaned onto one of the leather couches. "Uh, yeah, sure," he replied simply, with a small smile, "whatever that is." "Alright," she nodded, pulling out her phone, "what kinda meat you boys want in it?"
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Post by SCP-049 on Sept 1, 2016 6:18:45 GMT -5
Clint vaulted back over the bar table, crouching underneath it and rummaging through the cupboards. His voice barely registering amongst the clashing of bottles, he replied with a "surprise me" before returning to his search. A moment or so later, the archer reappeared with a triumphant smirk, holding a six pack of sodas in one hand. "I knew someone must have his something unhealthy around here." Opening the plastic, he muttered aloud. "That's two for each of us, right."
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Sept 1, 2016 14:04:47 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. [[HEY GUYS! UGH apologies againnnnn I was absent on the forum for a whole week because I returned to Vancouver and had to reorganize the house for university XD but now i'm finally done!!! I will be more active until uni starts XP How's everyone else's life going? :3 ]] “I am.” Evangeline’s fingers moved swiftly across the keyboard. She was already past the log in page and was on the desktop. The desktop was… Cleaner than she expected it to be. There were only a few apps around, and other than the “My Computer” and Recycling bin, nothing else was on it at all. Clearly, the guy did not use his computer a lot- is it because he’s frequently away? Waste of money. She felt herself pouting. If only she had enough money to build such an awesome pc like this. “What should we look at first?” She spoke from the top of her mind. Not even bothering to wait for sherlock to answer, she clicked into the calendar. Surely a business man such as himself would keep an organized schedule? Let’s see. Today was… September the first… She scrolled down to the September section. Sadly, nothing was written on the September 1st panel, but she did see that he had left for a business trip to a nearby city on the 25th. Maybe he just didn’t bother to write the return date.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2016 16:39:24 GMT -5
Clint vaulted back over the bar table, crouching underneath it and rummaging through the cupboards. His voice barely registering amongst the clashing of bottles, he replied with a "surprise me" before returning to his search. A moment or so later, the archer reappeared with a triumphant smirk, holding a six pack of sodas in one hand. "I knew someone must have his something unhealthy around here." Opening the plastic, he muttered aloud. "That's two for each of us, right." "Right," Bucky agreed, standing on one foot to reach over and pull one of the sodas out of the plastic with a crinkle. It was awkward, since the pinkie on his left hand still wasn't working, but he managed to hold it with his metal fingers and open it with his skin and bone ones. "Can I have lamb?" he asked after he took a sip of the Pepsi, "I've, uh, never actually had it before." "Sure," Natasha said, not meeting his eye, since she was typing, and also cause she didn't want to, "yeah, I have the number. I'll go and pick it up, and you boys can have some bonding time?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2016 16:53:41 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. [[HEY GUYS! UGH apologies againnnnn I was absent on the forum for a whole week because I returned to Vancouver and had to reorganize the house for university XD but now i'm finally done!!! I will be more active until uni starts XP How's everyone else's life going? :3 ]] “I am.” Evangeline’s fingers moved swiftly across the keyboard. She was already past the log in page and was on the desktop. The desktop was… Cleaner than she expected it to be. There were only a few apps around, and other than the “My Computer” and Recycling bin, nothing else was on it at all. Clearly, the guy did not use his computer a lot- is it because he’s frequently away? Waste of money. She felt herself pouting. If only she had enough money to build such an awesome pc like this. “What should we look at first?” She spoke from the top of her mind. Not even bothering to wait for sherlock to answer, she clicked into the calendar. Surely a business man such as himself would keep an organized schedule? Let’s see. Today was… September the first… She scrolled down to the September section. Sadly, nothing was written on the September 1st panel, but she did see that he had left for a business trip to a nearby city on the 25th. Maybe he just didn’t bother to write the return date. [[ it's okay! ahh good luck at uni though omg. mine's good! school's almost done with its first full week, and i like most of my classes. ]] "Emails, business transactions if you can... anything wired to an unknown recipient," Sherlock drawled as he looked over her shoulder, eyes scanning the calendar. He pursed his lips, and then said, "It wouldn't be there. Moritarty seems to like to deal with the more complicated. He wouldn't deal with someone who would put a murder on a desktop calendar." There was barely anything for the past couple of weeks, in fact. Odd, for a business man.
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Sept 1, 2016 21:59:08 GMT -5
[[omg i'm so scared about uni XD like so scareddddd Glad to hear!! Your school started earlier than mine omg XD are you having fun yet?]]
“The thing is, I really doubt he uses his computer that often.” Evangeline stated, but she did click into the email tab all the same. Inbox… Sent… And… She eyed the menu quickly and scrolled along, but as she clicked into each individual one, she noticed something quite strange. Wait a second… “He’s definitely been deleting things.” She leaned back, showing Sherlock the sent email screen. A business man like him wouldn’t have spent the last two months of his life not emailing anyone, the records date back all the way to June! It was hard to imagine what he had really been up to. “He’s got a time gap of some sorts in his inbox as well.” If I can just hack into his records… She thought, turning up another window on the second display. Perhaps she could access his deletion records by hacking into the email website alone, but the dates were quite far away and she was really concerned that they might not be able to find anything. “Let’s see if I can find what he’s been deleting.”Looking at Sherlock, Evangeline said. “But I don’t know, judging by what Moriarty likes to do, perhaps he’d find the mail more convenient? Maybe we should check the mail as well."
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Post by SCP-049 on Sept 1, 2016 23:49:10 GMT -5
[[ Aegis☆. Hey hey! Hope uni is a great experience for you! ^^ That's me in a couple of months lol Started writing my mock exams in preparation for the final exams, and I'm writing math today xD ]] Clint pulled at the tab of his can and barely heard the usual pop-and-hiss, bringing the can to his lips with practiced ease. Watching the others in the room over the ring, he didn't say anything until he swallowed his first few gulps. He, however, registered that Nat would be out for awhile, which left the guys alone for the time being. Not sure how to feel about it, since he was usually speaking with Steve when Bucky was around, he shrugged his shoulders silently; feigning nonchalance. "We promise not to wreck the place while you're out." He offered a smile, before he resumed drinking his Pepsi.
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Sept 1, 2016 23:56:51 GMT -5
[[ Aegis☆. Hey hey! Hope uni is a great experience for you! ^^ That's me in a couple of months lol Started writing my mock exams in preparation for the final exams, and I'm writing math today xD ]] [[ SCP-049: thanks man! I certainly hope it goes well too XD except right now it's more freaking me out loll Good luck on your mock exams!]]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 4:27:21 GMT -5
[[omg i'm so scared about uni XD like so scareddddd Glad to hear!! Your school started earlier than mine omg XD are you having fun yet?]] “The thing is, I really doubt he uses his computer that often.” Evangeline stated, but she did click into the email tab all the same. Inbox… Sent… And… She eyed the menu quickly and scrolled along, but as she clicked into each individual one, she noticed something quite strange. Wait a second…“He’s definitely been deleting things.” She leaned back, showing Sherlock the sent email screen. A business man like him wouldn’t have spent the last two months of his life not emailing anyone, the records date back all the way to June! It was hard to imagine what he had really been up to. “He’s got a time gap of some sorts in his inbox as well.” If I can just hack into his records… She thought, turning up another window on the second display. Perhaps she could access his deletion records by hacking into the email website alone, but the dates were quite far away and she was really concerned that they might not be able to find anything. “Let’s see if I can find what he’s been deleting.”Looking at Sherlock, Evangeline said. “But I don’t know, judging by what Moriarty likes to do, perhaps he’d find the mail more convenient? Maybe we should check the mail as well." [[ aw no! i'm sure you'll be okay friend. and no, no i am not. waking up at five is not lit. ]] "He wouldn't use anything paper, but I can go and check," Sherlock said simply, turning his head to look back out the office door, and then heading out of it. Standing on the landing, he glanced around before heading down the stairs. Mail, mail... he headed into the kitchen, glancing around, eyes lading on some letters scattered on one of the white marble islands. He headed over, fingers skimming through the letters. Bills, bills, dinner invitation... nothing here. Where else? He glanced around, catching sight of what appeared to be the corner of an envelope sticking out of a drawer. He darted over to that, opening it to find a pretty full recycling bin. He sighed, lifting it out with one hand, fingers under the rim of the can, heading back through the kitchen, down the hall, through the lobby, up the stairs, and into the office. "I'm going to have to look through this," he said flatly, "have you found anything yet?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 4:34:12 GMT -5
[[ Aegis☆. Hey hey! Hope uni is a great experience for you! ^^ That's me in a couple of months lol Started writing my mock exams in preparation for the final exams, and I'm writing math today xD ]] Clint pulled at the tab of his can and barely heard the usual pop-and-hiss, bringing the can to his lips with practiced ease. Watching the others in the room over the ring, he didn't say anything until he swallowed his first few gulps. He, however, registered that Nat would be out for awhile, which left the guys alone for the time being. Not sure how to feel about it, since he was usually speaking with Steve when Bucky was around, he shrugged his shoulders silently; feigning nonchalance. "We promise not to wreck the place while you're out." He offered a smile, before he resumed drinking his Pepsi. "You'd better. So, lamb, and Clint wants a surprise... alright, I'll be back," Natasha said, glancing in between the two of them with a, "be good." And then, she was out, disappearing down the stairwell at the edge of the room, effectively leaving the two men alone for the next twenty to thirty minutes. Bucky glanced over at the archer, sipping his pop carefully, before heading over to the couch, flopping down and saying simply, "So." He didn't know if he liked being alone with the archer, but it was looking like he had no choice. Natasha wasn't going to go anywhere alone with him, and if she took Clint, they would be leaving him alone, which was a no-no.
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Post by SCP-049 on Sept 2, 2016 5:58:09 GMT -5
[[ Aegis☆. thanks! ^^ ]] Clint watched Natasha leave the room as he made his way out of the bar in a normal manner; saluting her before easing himself into one of the couches. Absentmindedly removing the decorative pillow from behind his back, the archer kept his eyes at the floor before he looked back up. Yes, he'd have to talk; he hated awkward moments. "So..." He trailed off, shrugging at the word. "I'd ask the mundane conversation starters, but that isn't any less awkward." Oh gosh, he must sound like an idiot.
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