Hey Riv~ Just added Zen to the front page! ^^ I could give you a brief description of whats going on if you would like!
It was then Alyona had turned her eyes out of curiosity, waiting and listening. Even with them she had that fear within her eyes. The possibility of Borya lurking around the corner made her whole frame visibly shudder out of fear. Her eyes closed then, her soft breath coming in a soft mist as she listened intently for his familiar breathing. For just a single moment... She felt his familiar presence behind her... His warm breath gently puffing along the soft crook of her neck and his calloused hands gently rubbing her upper arms. "You don't have to be so... Scarred of him anymore. I'll protect you," his deep voice echoed as his teeth gently sank into her shoulder. She had been in a trance, the man turning his equally dark gaze over her and a soft sigh escaping her pink hued lips. "Now don't forget that, okay?" His eyes glinted, Alyona's minty eyes slowly sliding to the side and catching his eyes. "Yes Borya." She answered slowly then as she felt his hands removed from her and his massive frame lifted to stand upright. She had been enclothed by a huge button up... She remembered black shorts... Bare feet.. Borya clad in his dark shorts and muscled frame exposed to the cold Russian air.
Her fingers gently rubbed at her collar bone, ears pricking and her eyes widening when she caught herself staring. That was when she felt her head jerk up for a brief moment, feeling his ghostly breath there once again... That deep voice filling her mind of venomous words. She would never forget that look he had passed her those years ago... And She would never forget the morning when Logan had his claws out and threatening to end him then and there on the kitchen table. There had always been something out of place with that glint she would very rarely catch... But it seemed Logan was desperate enough to remove it for good. She should've let the man do that.
Ears pricking, her head turning to stare at Bucky and Steve. Without much thought, she had found her black clad feet carrying her over to him. Her slender hand outstretched, softly- and gently- entangling in Bucky's long locks. She was gently pushing his bangs from his gaze then. Something within expanded, like waves pulsing and finally connecting to whatever Bucky had.
Alyona understood now; her minty eyes expanding with curiosity before it was quickly fulfilled. Crouching, she let her elbows rest on her knees and her big eyes turning to stare at his own blue ones. "I know... How you feel." she let her eyes squint as she opted to look away then. "To be used without a thought of the impact upon myself. To be... cast away like a toy once someone found us useless-" her breath hitched. "And no matter how you look at it it's always yourself... that was at fault," her fingers gripped her biceps tightly as her jaw tightened. "But.. That isn't true." Alyona's minty hues finally locked with Bucky's blue ones, and she kept his gaze for as long as possible. Her hand slowly outstretched and rested on his knee, a sign of her comfort to him. "You... Were programmed into someone else.. Like... inhabiting someone else's body and watching as you fought with them internally to stop what theyre doing.. I have.. That struggle too."
Natasha watched Alyona for a long moment before turning her eyes to Wanda. Trailing over, the assassin came to a pause beside the witch. "You must have heard the conversation between her and I. You seem to understand a bit," she gave a small smile. "I would tell you but I swore an oath to keep... some things a secret with her." Though it was that knowing smile and dance of light in her eyes that said- she has a crush; a crush on lil ole Steve. "How have you been lately Wanda? I haven't been able to have a conversation the past week, and I apologize. I was busy with that meddlesome bear of a Russian," she frowned when she thought of Borya. She was quite aware of her hardened feelings for the man.
Zenmaka-Twiga •African Goddess of Rebellion and Thievery•
Zenmaka hated water, well, large bodies of it, but the odd splatter of rain actually made her feel less stressed and more calm. Perhaps it reminded her of a life she left behind, a mother she wished would leave her alone, but she wouldn't say that out loud. No, she her bitterness was too deep for a short drizzle to cleanse. She could have gone inside; found a generic coffee shop which was crowded with people and, true to her title, steal the wallets off every single one, but the building she was watching...that was worth getting gently soaked. Currently, the goddess was sitting on the ledge of a balcony opposite the abandoned building; her boots hitting the railings in short intervals as she rocked on the steel bar. Deciding that her human form would be less spotted, Zen had easily gotten the keys to the bare apartment behind her. 'Flirt a little and they all break their backs' She thought silently, but her facial expression remained the same. Her hair, still up in unruly black spikes, refused to be plastered down onto her face. Possibly, the hair was trying to avoid her narrowed eyes and set scowl. She was focused; she was busy. For once, she wasn't causing any apparent havoc.
The group that were holed up in that building intrigued her. Not because of their choice of residence, but mostly due to her knowledge. Why would the king of Wakanda be, with no rudeness intended, the group that he was trying to stop some time ago? Said group also included some globally proclaimed 'menaces', which made the goddess wonder if they were on the run. She, however, considered most of them rebels with a cause; so that was an approving tick in her book. "Probably keeping a low profile...And I doubt they'll get far." She chuckled softly, before watching for any movement amongst the blackened windows.
[[ Is that okay xD Not sure if I should add or subtract stuff lol]]
Post by Captain Americat on Aug 7, 2016 6:59:59 GMT -5
(I gotta read over everything and then I'll reply... The fire alarm at the house I'm staying at has been going off and on since last night but now all the sudden it won't turn off. It's been going on for about an hour and my ears are ringing but there's no fire or anything and we can't figure out how to turn the things off ;p)
that's fine, we all have different lengths :0 i need so much more practice drawing people i might try that scene later too ))
Amber was on her way back to the building, holding a bag she'd grabbed, filled with their disguises. She had her phone up to her ear, pretending to be talking to someone, because then no one would disturb her. She had actually used it in the store though. She'd message every single one of her contacts, just saying ayy im alive ; ). Sighing, she was taking in the buildings around her. There was another store, a restaurant, a few fast food places-
Wanda smiled back at her, nodding a bit. "It has been... well, chaotic, but you know that." She sighed, placing a hand on her forehead. "And trying to get the words out of Bucky's head, which apparently wasn't going smoothly." She closed her eyes, rubbing between her eyes before putting her hands down and opening them again.
(i'll wait a lil to throw amber back in so it took at least some time for her to get to a store and back)
[[ Somebody call 911, shawty fire burning on the dance floor I was in the states for a conference about a month ago, and we were staying in this hotel in DC. One night, the fire alarm started to ring and we had to evacuate from the 17th floor, but some kids had the time to DRESS UP AND PUT ON MAKEUP; and then you have me, running out in Flash pjs and no shoes... Apparently it was a trip in one of the wires. XD ]]
Post by Captain Americat on Aug 7, 2016 7:32:31 GMT -5
Cap: Steve watched Alyona with careful eyes as she approached them and then moved closer to Bucky. He kept Alyona and Bucky in the corner of his eyes, and turned to stare out at the room with a sigh. He silently hoped that Amber would hurry up so that they could find some place to stay and get out of the airport. It didn't feel right being holed up like that. Like mice. At any moment, someone could be out there, looking in, and they wouldn't know. At any moment, there could be rifles pointed at them and the enemy trying to flush them out. What if the government already knew they were there? He had the odd feeling that they were being watched.
Bucky: Bucky narrowed his eyes, staring at Alyona. He tensed as she approached, and clenched and unclenched his fists to the sound of metal rubbing against metal. Why was she so close to him? What was she doing? Didn't she know that he was dangerous? That he could kill her with a flick of a finger and not feel a thing? She was so frail, so tiny, and she had no business being around him, a monster. But yet, he noticed that she didn't look afraid of him, as though she was beyond being scared of people like him...or maybe that she just understood. He backed away a bit when her hands went for his hair, but his eyes began to soften a bit, curious as to what her intentions were. When she began to speak, he continued to watch her in silence, but when her hand touched his knee, he just looked away, ashamed, brown hair swinging in his face and hiding his frowning expression. How could he even begin to compare what had happened to each of them? He didn't know her story and he didn't want to make anything that had happened to her seem invalid. He, in fact, wished that no one would ever have to feel the way he did. But... didn't she realize that they weren't the same? He was entirely to blame. And every time that someone said he wasn't, he could feel the blood in his hands again, he could see the faces of the innocent again, and he'd remember again. Maybe he'd been brainwashed, but it was always going to be his memories and his hands. Always... Always a part of him that wouldn't go away. How could he even respond to her?
Post by Captain Americat on Aug 7, 2016 7:39:22 GMT -5
(Rocking those flash pjs xD I threw on some clothes before the fire department showed up, but I just threw on a hat to cover my hair, haha. We weren't in any danger, but it was so loud and I couldn't think. But Omsc. If I wasn't sure if I was completely safe and we were being evacuated, I'd go out in my pjs xD Turns out there was a falty fire detector in the attic that was triggering the others.)
Kay: aw dear~ i aint that good! Im sure you draw better than me, honestly
Wild: oh god xD i can see Tony on the other side of the text just like jumping around the base out of excitement cause Amber is alive and hes like 'YES THEY DIDNT NOM HER' and Vision is so confused
Riv: xD that would be totally me, 'cept in 'Murica pjs. But i honestly never understood those girls that managed to throw on everything and still look beautiful Plus if that was a joke of running out there in Flash pjs, man that was amazing xDD
On a side note, ill reply in the afternoon lovelies c;
"It wasn't your fault- none of us would've thought that one less word would result in the same ending. Its something called trial and error," she answered her as her hand gently rested on her shoulder. "But now we know. As far as I can tell, Borya thought of the quickest ways to rid of us if could. As for what I've heard of our protagonist though," she sighed and stood upright, hand retracting from its brief place and crossed back over her chest. "He seems to have a urge for his sister's blood spilt. I cant place why, and neither can she.. But I'm sure we'll find out soon enough. A bit of sibling rivalry," a soft smile was given to the younger woman. "Nothing that we can pass and set our focuses on getting Steve and Bucky to a safer place while we try and stop Tony. That's all this is."
Glad to see my phone bill isn't being wasted dollface. -TS
She wasn't afraid- no not at all. She's seen most powers and features, and experienced almost every single emotion out there that was known. This was not surprising to her. Seeing as that, she could only gentle brush his hair back once again. Her gestures were like a caring mother to her child, and her eyes softened immediately. "But.. Everyone's story is different but with the same hidden meaning and desire behind it as its shadows," she whispered softly. However, her motions quickly lagged, her lips pursing as she stared at him. Her heart ached to help this man. He had been a victim of her brother's antics, and had caused him to retaliate against his friend. Sitting down beside the men's legs, she chose to let her arms rest against the cool metal and her chin propped against her forearms. Her fingertips and palm were stained a maroon color, and as it rose up to cover both hands across the back, it slowly faded to a pink hue. Trails of weeping color came down her arms and seemed to hold a little splotch as to where there the last tear drop to drip had no escape to its freedom. Eyes closing, she took in the sounds of soft conversation and quiet breathing. "I'm sorry..." she told both- the apology intended for both, however the meaning completely different for the duo. For Bucky, it was her apology for her brother's foolish acts to control him, and for Steve? She supposed it was a way to apologize for the headache she gave.
yES. also idk when to put amber back so uh i'll throw her back and we can just wait until everyone's done with their deep conversations before she actuuuaaallly comes back ))
Didn't wanna spend my money on a dead person. -TS Amber rolled her eyes, still hurrying back to the airport. glad u care for me stark ily too Aw, the animorph does feel love. shut your dirty mouth
Wanda nodded. "Trial and error seems right." She took the moment to think about Borya. How he had managed to slip right past all of them, and nearly succeed in tearing the Avengers apart. Again. She gave a faint smile back. A kind move, to know she was still lidtening, even though she was looking tiredly across the room. "I've had expirience with sibling rivalry much in my life." She quickly dismissed her own comment, almost right after it left her mouth, "A safe place is sounding better every monent."
they're all boxers, and hopefully i'll get one even though my dad is allergic to dogs and he's the one that keeps trying to fence in our yard and get one idk, it'll be a few weeks before they let people see the puppies so he has time to change his mind and if it's a boy? pfff, i'll name it bucky even if it's a girl on the other hand my friend wants a cat and she said she'd name it leo and if it was a girl she'd name it jemma <3 ))
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