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Post by Tals on Aug 27, 2016 16:51:14 GMT -5
hmm... Well maybe Scott could be riding along with Alyona and Bucky? scott, the annoying brother of alyona, tags along with her and her fiancé cuz he has no friendssounds legit yes, and bucky has a hard time accepting that his 'brother-in-law' has even dared to tag along with them omg
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2016 17:08:30 GMT -5
scott, the annoying brother of alyona, tags along with her and her fiancé cuz he has no friendssounds legit yes, and bucky has a hard time accepting that his 'brother-in-law' has even dared to tag along with them omg
Alright lets do it xD I can quote my last post for you!! bucky is going to get very fed up with scott quite quick i can imaginesure that'd be great! |
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Post by Tals on Aug 27, 2016 17:10:10 GMT -5
omg and alyona just gets along great with Scott and Bucky and it makes the situation 110x better.
okay ill find it!!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2016 17:12:36 GMT -5
im just imagining scott wondering away a little for a second and being like woaH whats this and like just going up to random shops and like finding little avengers toys being like "lol thats so cool" and then bucky is just like SCOTT WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING
ok cool
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Post by Tals on Aug 27, 2016 17:17:21 GMT -5
Alyona"I wouldn't call you a tin man," she answered honestly then as she gave a warm smile. Her small legs carried her in a slow stroll down the way, her eyes drifting down to her warm coffee cup as she took in the soft air of the night. Coming to a pause, she looked both ways before she stepped onto the street walk, and slowly walked ahead. Her mind wandered off to think about her brother, her steps becoming choppy and rather robotic and forced as she begun to think of him. Her jaw tightened, brows furrowing and her head tilted. What exactly drove her brother to be this way? Her head turned, the female coming to a stop in her tracks and nearly dropping her coffee cup as her eyes widened with fear. On the news station was their faces plastered everywhere, and the man that was looking for them was her brother in a mode of pretending to be the head of the FBI. Whatever his issue was, Alyona took to shoving her glasses up her nose and let the tears gently plick onto the tinted glass before she continued on. She couldn't bother herself with grief- the silent fact that she was already acknowledging there was no hope for him was making her feel worse. The fact is, she was never under full release of her brother's control. That, is what almost made her different when she wasn't around her brother. To put it into words, Borya was like a boy, and Alyona was like a butterfly. The Boy, knowing full well he was hurting the butterfly, pinched her wings and made sure the magical dust spread over his fingers as he watched her helplessly flutter and twitch and hop about. That- that was his control on her. Except, now that she was far removed from him as possible, it seemed she could fly a bit longer than before. Her nose twitched, removing her glasses and setting it to hang from the collar of her sweat shirt while she gripped her coffee a bit tighter, letting her knuckles turn white. Jaw clenching, she sighed quietly through her nose and simply moved her legs faster. To heck with this- she wanted to end it maybe as fast as possible. "Cmon Кукла- lets get there as fast as we can!" she squeaked out and waved Bucky on faster. They were so close to main street- she could almost feel the warm water enveloping her shoulders and- "Oh my gosh, its the actor and his fiancé!" a woman squealed out as Alyona immediately froze in her spot and shrank back to beside Bucky. What in the world? What was going on? She wasn't his- oh. Her minty hues immediately locked onto the ad for the play that was in the area, and there was an actor. That looked, exactly like Bucky would- except the man pictured was in character. Which made it even more difficult. Swallowing a thick lump of nervousness she smiled awkwardly at the woman and looked up at Bucky as a sign of plea for him not to kill either of them. (sfnjdsnd she's a roller coaster of serious grief to humor. I love Alyona) okay so this is the quote and I could fix it up to where Scott is there, unless you want to do something where he sorta butts in and he's like nsabds nah. This, this mah sis, and that guy? Psh he aint nothin |
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Post by Tals on Aug 27, 2016 17:18:30 GMT -5
haha same here and alyona is encouraging it the whole time like, scottie, lookie here! they have one of the ant man!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2016 17:23:44 GMT -5
and then he looks at it but theres so much stuff wrong with it and he gets all mad like WhAT they got te mask SO WRONG what company is this this is a disgrace
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Post by Tals on Aug 27, 2016 17:24:49 GMT -5
OMG YES XD ANd EVEYRONE ON THE STREET IS LIKE HOW DO THEY KNOW
IS HE THE ANT MAN SN D AD
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2016 17:34:36 GMT -5
and bucky is just facepalming and is just so DONE at that point
and then scott finds the name if the company and he like writes it down and hes like talking to the toy "im going to get them to fix you little bud, dont worry" and then bucky like just starts dragging them away
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Post by Tals on Aug 27, 2016 17:36:44 GMT -5
yeusss and like, he finally steps between them, and does everything he can to keep them separated.
it ends up working for a while xD
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Post by ρłαgυegı .. on Aug 27, 2016 17:48:33 GMT -5
{{ well I finally got the time to write a post, so here we are vuv introducing netti
A portion of her, the one not so fixated on the alarmingly bright screen a foot or so from the end of her nose, wanted to burst into tears and slam her hands into the counter top so hard they broke and she couldn't type any more. She had been working on an assortment of different requests from her bosses; making, cancelling and changing appointments, printing buckets worth of papers just to file later, and going through basic financial tasks that should have been done long ago save for her incredibly busy day. She'd been working here a few years- no pay raises, no employment advancements- she was stuck here. At the front desk, bringing other agents their coffees on a silver platter and spending her nights recovering from what she couldn't just push away. Isolated and alone in the lobby, dimly lit as it was now after hours, she had kicked off her heels and crossed her legs, unminding of her black skirt that pulled back from her knees and rode half way up her thighs. Not like anyone could see her anyways. Her white dress shirt was rumpled, a light caramel colored coffee stain decorating one wrist that had been pulled back to her elbows while her fingers danced over the ivory keyboard. Gloss-colored lips pressed thin to suppress another yawn, one hand lifting to her face and rubbing at the bridge of her nose beneath the rim of her black plastic glasses. She hated them with a passion, unfortunately if she didn't wear them at work her eyes became agitated and the text would begin to blur. Ah, the paradox that is Netravati.
Her scalp ached from the weight of her own hair, twisted into an unusually and unreasonably tight bun atop the back of her head. All the norm- it was inappropriate to be anything but formal here, and yet she was already itching to let her mess of hair down just because she knew it was far too late for anyone to get too upset with her. She lasted perhaps ten more minutes before she gave in to her desires, letting her hair down and pulling her fingers through the tangled mess. She took the opportunity to stand to, dropping out off her far too tall chair and stepping onto the cool flooring beneath. Picking out a previously stapled packet of paper, she'd carried it toward the stairs, trotting lightly on bare and aching feet. What? She was wearing stockings. Better than nothing or gross thick white socks that would've stood out by comparison to her knee-length black dress skirt.
Taking the stairs two at a time she ascended nearly three levels, quick pace taking her down the hall until she found a familiar door. Reaching beneath her shirt did she remove a set of keys from the chord around her throat, unlocking it and moving within to set the packet on her boss's desk. She was gone as quickly as she had come, retreating the way she had come till she heard voiced echoing up the first set of stairs. She panicked, skittering back to the elevator and pressing the button repeatedly until it arrived. Ducking in, she pressed the button to the close the doors, sat in horrified silence, and began pulling her hair back up and adjusting her shirt as it moved. Once it stopped did she prepare for the doors to open, her hair tie between her teeth and hands twisting her hair back into it's formal bun, but- nothing. The doors didn't open. In fact, the elevator had stopped en-route to her floor and the lights flickered. With a hum they died- and now new horror closed her throat. Had they turned off the power? Why did the elevator stop? "Hey," She began tentatively, stretching on her toes and waving at the security camera. "I'm still in here!" Oh, no. She'd abandoned the attempt on her hair, staring at the closed doors and feeling her lower lip begin to tremble. Today sucked and it hadn't even started yet.
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Post by Tals on Aug 27, 2016 18:03:49 GMT -5
its very lovely darling~ I think Blazkowicz will have fun meeting someone from this timeline ;3
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The fact was, Blazkowicz had found himself in the stair well. This building was something that even he had a hard time maneuvering. Why? Well, being loaded with weapons and wriggling about in bulky material and being masculine, wasn't something that was exactly a proper fit within the ventilation system. Well, that's where he realized he had put himself. Every single movement now felt like it was more robotic than conscious, and he hated it. His nose wrinkled in distaste and the scar twitched over his temple before the back of his head rammed up against the metallic ceiling. He let out a string of curses- rather loudly in fact- as his head throbbed and the fact that the shard might be in his skull, was probably rattling about now.
His massive frame wriggled forward, pushing one of the vents and sliding himself forward to look at the elevator shaft. It was dark, and his blue hues were now wide enough to be colored a black. His head tilted this way and that, his thoughts silent as per usual. It felt strangely odd actually, that he would even find himself in a place where his modified weapon wasn't needed. His palms outstretched, fingers wrapping around one of the elevator cables and he soon swung himself around it to land on it's top with ease. The thing shook, and it rattled in the slightest, but he found it peculiarly sturdier than that of the German's elevators.
He was unaware of Netti's presence below, but his ears pricked as he stood there long enough to assess his surroundings. His massive frame crouched, fingers delicately searching for the hatch exit and he pulled out his knife. It held teeth on one side of the blade, a swastika in the middle on both sides, and stained blood. He wriggled it into the lines, eyes fully adjusted to the darkness before he managed to pry the thing open with a soft grunt. It was then Blazkowicz found himself in the presence with another- a female too. His frame dropped down, eyes searching the area and stopping when he managed to pick out Netravati. He was hesitant at first, but his hand brought up his blade in an attempt to keep any distance, in case it was an enemy that he thought it to be.
"Uh... Hallo... Wie geht es..?" he began in the rough tongue before sighing, his deep voice deciding to give in. "American? Or German?" he finally asked in English, his eyes narrowing for the slightest moment. "'Cause I aint got time for German." Well he sure was a ray of sunshine wasn't he?
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#f0a9e4
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Captain Americat
"Don't frown, someone could be falling in love with your smile." - Teen Wolf
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Post by Captain Americat on Aug 27, 2016 18:17:40 GMT -5
(Gosh. I've missed so much ;-; I feel bad. I've just been a bit busy. Today I worked til 2:00 and then I went shopping and I'm on my way home now. I'll have to reply and stuff then. Sorry, guys!)
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Post by Tals on Aug 27, 2016 18:19:14 GMT -5
its okay hun!
btw kay, Scott Lang is now Alyona's fake older brother, and so he's with Alyona and Bucky cx)
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#f0a9e4
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Captain Americat
"Don't frown, someone could be falling in love with your smile." - Teen Wolf
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Post by Captain Americat on Aug 27, 2016 18:23:14 GMT -5
(Thanks (:
Okay, cool (: I'll read all the replies when I get home xD Sounds like a plan!)
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Post by Tals on Aug 27, 2016 18:23:58 GMT -5
okie dokie! get home safely!!)
cx I'm sooo excited hehe)
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Post by ρłαgυegı .. on Aug 27, 2016 18:32:46 GMT -5
She supposed the first sign of danger, or rescue perhaps, should have been the shake of someone atop the elevator. She may be rather basic in who and what she was, but I'm not entirely sure labeling her as stupid right off the bat would be correct. So her chin tipped up, squinting in the dark to look up at the slow to open hatch. The man atop was bulky and large, she automatically assuming he to be rescue and parting her plump lips to speak. His swinging himself in the confines of the elevator silenced her immediately, she going so far as to flatten back against the sealed doors when the knife itself was brandished. She'd scooted, hands behind her back and finger tapping repetitively against the unresponsive alarm button beneath the small of her spine while he chose to speak. heart in her throat, she went to answer, and found her voice missing. It cracked and fell away, she swallowing once or twice before she had dared attempt again. "Indian," She paused, like she had realized she'd made a mistake in saying something not in the options he had given her. Still, this didn't stop her mouth from opening again without filter. "A-Actually German is relatively shorter in time just a bi-bit rougher... and... it's English, not A-American-" She stopped here, recalling the knife in his hand and the overwhelming size of him by comparison to her own small stature in this confined space. "But uh, you know. Whatever works best for you, what do I know anyway?" Backtracking had to occupy at least half of her time, she always regretted the things that came out of her mouth.
Red in the face and trying to decide how much she valued her life, she opted for another approach- "You... shouldn't be here. This is Stark Tower. And uh, well you know. He's with the Avengers." But again, leave it to Netti to fail to have any spine in this situation. "All I've got on me is my necklace." My, what a pitiful offer. But hey, he could get something out of her one measly diamond, right? She just wanted to survive this little trip and she was hoping the sound of her voice- and hopefully his own- would drown out the clicking of her finger against the alarm. The second the power came back on she'd be there to get it going and get security here, with any luck all before this stranger decided to cut her throat and steal all her things.
Now judge all you like, but her eyes were adjusting to the darkness and she could now clearly determine his height beneath all that gear. So with her back to the buttons and shoulder against the wall, she pushed herself onto her toes and leaned on the adjoining walls in attempts to look bigger. Did that work on men too? This one sure sounded like a bear, and he'd looked it for quite a while, so maybe the bigger she looked the less likely he was to make her his next meal. Her only weapon would be the keys beneath her shirt, and now her only escape was literally right above his head. Maybe she'd get lucky and he'd politely help her out before chasing her down and killing her. You've been watching waaayy too many horror films. Her subconscious told her, nervous expression broken by the tiniest hint of amusement at her own ludicrous thought in such a tense situation. Oh, she wished she had at least had the opportunity to put her two weeks notice in, quit, and go do street art and live with her homeless friend Arty. She'd probably miss him most- friends weren't exactly common for her, her mother and step father were always busy, and he was the only one she could really sit down and have a conversation with. Such a sweetheart. She hoped he'd take care of her cat for her.
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Post by Tals on Aug 27, 2016 18:57:38 GMT -5
His lips parted in the slightest, calming his breathing and heart rate for a moment as he listened to the words. Seeing as she wasn't going to strike, the man slowly tucked his weapon away to a place with ease of access. It still didn't calm his nerves of being tense, but it did relax him. Hearing her say what she was, it immediately grasped his attention- and the man didn't mean it in the wrong way. "Indian?" he repeated softly, eyebrows furrowing for the slightest moment and tensing at the word of German, and then English. English meant British, he remembered Fergus telling him that. Something was off. Germans wouldn't allow the different skin tones, he knew this like the back of his hand.
Blazkowicz heard Stark Tower, and that's when inside he took a sense of panic. He wasn't in his homeworld; There was no Kreiseu Circle, there was no Anya, no Fergus, Bombae, Klaus, Caroline- his jaw set, his whole figure slumping for a brief moment. It was then he didn't really pay attention to her offer. Breathe in... Count to four... Exhale... Count to four... his eyes had closed for a brief moment, and he let his hands curl into his palms to create a small fist before he fully relaxed.
"Where... am I, exactly? What are the avengers, some group against the German government?" He suddenly questioned, his head lifting up to the exit as he blinked at the sound of systems whirring to life. It seemed the man had a limited amount of time, his head turning to her and immediately following the twitching of muscles down her forearm. "You'll call the guards," he hissed out, crouching slowly and squeezing his eyes shut as the sound of the system was heard. It suddenly came back to life, the brakes letting go and the elevator beginning to drop at a faster rate than normal.
Blazkowicz seemed to have a hard time accepting where he was, and even as to refuse to believe that they were even safe. His jaw tensed up, eyes turning over her once again now that he had better lighting. His short hair was a dirty blonde than its usual brilliance of that blonde hue. His blue eyes were narrowing on the female as he soon stood back up to her height. His clothing suggested that he came from somewhere with heavy warefare, and his right hand was brought up to pull down the sleeve that had been tugged up to check his missing i.d. tattoo. Seeing as she was a civilian, it seemed to make him... at ease. However the ride came to a stop, and the doors were slowly opening up.
A couple of police men were standing there, pistols ready as they took in the sight of the large man. Blazkowicz' head tilted, his blue eyes never straining from the sight of the police as he opted to take in their uniforms. His muscles grew tense, listening for their orders of him to set down the weapons he had on. Finding that as a threat, his jaw immediately tightened and he slid against the wall, and forward. His hand nearly slammed beside her head and the other shoved the button to close the doors. With late reaction timing believed to be on his enemies' side, they had started firing at the back wall.
"Now look at what you did... You caused unnecessary attention," he rumbled bitterly turning as he looked up the entry exit he came through, and soon looked at her. His lips pursed, his nose scrunched in the slightest. "Ladies first I'm afraid." Such a gentleman
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2016 19:03:19 GMT -5
Scott had ended up sort of wandering off before he could be properly assigned a group, mostly because he had seen a Chinese place - and it just sounded so good. So, he ignored the fact that he didn't have all that much money to spend, and also the fact that he was supposed to be staying in crowds - not out in the open, and went to get some food. In the end, when he got back - takeaway box in hand - the rest of them had already left. He couldn't quite remember their meeting place, but he decided to just start walking in a random direction - he'd figure it out eventually.
Now, what he really wanted, was a phone. He'd love to be able to call his daughter again - although she was still so little, she probably was less worried about him and more excited to find out how he'd been saving the world. He could imagine her mother grabbing the phone - confused and angry. Why are you on TV? How did you manage to become a criminal again?! What is going on?? His reply would really be great- well I got into a giant avenger fight, and then got put in prison. I got broken out of prison though and we went to this crazy tiger base thing. Then this random russian guy started destroying everything, and so we went on a plane and now we're somewhere but I can't tell you where. It was really a great conversation, at least in his head, and it just made him want to find a phone even more, although he knew he shouldn't. It wasn't hard to imagine the phone getting traced to their general location and then being bombarded with FBI agents. Plus, probably the phones of all of the avengers family was tapped. He'd just have to deal with it.
He'd been aimlessly wandering the streets for a while, until he spotted Alyona and Bucky up ahead. Weren't they all supposed to be family or something? He was pretty sure Bucky and Alyona were a couple, and so he figured him being Alyona's brother wasn't too unreasonable. He glanced up to see their faces on the news, up above them on a large screen. Most people would have been shocked at this, but it just made him a little excited, almost. He'd already been a criminal before - but being this wanted was pretty crazy. He glanced away to see Alyona and Bucky moving forward, and he didn't want to loose them (and probably his only hope of remembering where they were even going) so he jogged up behind them, elbowing Alyona in the side to get their attention.
"Hey, sis," he said, winking a wink that was so incredibly exaggerated that it was as if he had just gotten something in his eye. "I don't really know where I'm going so I figured that you guys did," he said with a shrug, his box of takeout still in his left hand.
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#f0a9e4
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Captain Americat
"Don't frown, someone could be falling in love with your smile." - Teen Wolf
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Post by Captain Americat on Aug 27, 2016 19:11:16 GMT -5
(Alright. I'mma poof real quick to read through everything and make my reply!)
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Post by Tals on Aug 27, 2016 19:15:36 GMT -5
ill reply after Kay, Ash c; )
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#f0a9e4
Name Colour
Captain Americat
"Don't frown, someone could be falling in love with your smile." - Teen Wolf
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Post by Captain Americat on Aug 27, 2016 19:19:35 GMT -5
Cap:
Steve, not quite getting the sarcasm, kicked at the stones on the sidewalks and stuck his hands into his pockets, replying, "Being behind bars is not fun. You should have seen what they did to the rest of the team. I still don't understand why Tony would allow his friends to be held up like that... or even why we went to battle over it. But, he let us get away. I told him what I was doing, and he didn't stop us.. So he must have felt some sort of sympathy..." Steve watched the pebbles roll across the sidewalk, sighing. "Tony's smart. He doesn't quite know where we are, I'm sure, but he probably knows us enough to know that we aren't going to stop fighting. It would be nice if we had Tony back on our side, but at the moment, he's not our problem. The government is... And I think that we could get Tony on our side, if we spoke to his sort of reason. But that time is not now."
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Post by ρłαgυegı .. on Aug 27, 2016 19:22:40 GMT -5
She wasn't going to lie. She was scared. So much so, in fact, that when the lights flicked back on and the elevator moved, she wished they hadn't. Her expression had been dumbfounded when he asked her about the Avengers and where he was at; all obvious things she'd have thought hard to miss. But then, seeing him in the light, she supposed he was like Thor and Loki- to summarize; not from here. She no longer jammed on the buttons but flattened herself back as much as she could, turning her face away to watch the white heat of her breath collect on the silver coated wall, only to dissipate with every ragged inhale. Her glasses slid down her nose, crooked now and nothing more than a nuisance as she glanced back toward him, the muscle in his jaw working and narrowed vivid blue eyes angry. Her stomach flopped, she having gone to lean around and show herself when his fist slammed down inches from her head. Jumping, her muscles bunched and her breath rattled, eyes squeezing shut and she flinching all the harder when his other hand moved around her to press one of the many now lit buttons. The doors closed, and in the brief silence to follow she felt something warm and hot slip down her face. She was... crying. Not really, but the momentary terror of his abrupt and violent actions had squeezed a panicked tear out of her. The bullets pinging off metal didn't help, she keeping her chin tucked in and shaking hands clasped to her chest while he addressed her.
Following his gaze did her brows knit, more out of befuddlement than anything. "Y... you're joking." Oh, but he wasn't. She knew as much by the look on his face. Had she really just found her way into a hostage situation? Her self loathing had just increased a notch, and now she contemplated whether or not it was better to resist or go meekly. In the end, she decided it better to complain. "But- I'm in a skirt!" Nothing too short, thankfully, but she wasn't about to climb up somewhere high and offer him a perfect view. She could still pretend to be a lady and by all means, consider her pathetic for trying to use literally anything to get out of the situation at hand. Literally. Look where you're at Netti." Again her subconscious voiced it's opinion, reminding her of the hand by her head. So, rather slowly, she leaned away from his arm and cast him a dirty look, stepping around him and toward the open hatch. Rubbing her arms, she looked up at the black square, flashed another dirty look over her shoulder, then extended her arms upward. Her fingertips grazed the edges, the muscle in her legs and back bunching before she jumped the extra foot necessary to get a proper grip. The momentum swung her until she could press her feet to the wall, allowing minimal momentary grip to pull herself out and through. On all fours atop the elevator she quite nearly gagged looking up the distance toward the top of the tower, surrounding on all sides by harsh metal walls and chords and all sorts of fun things.
Staying as she was, dust sticking to her knees and hands, she waited for him to join her and instead just flashed him a wide eyed glare. "And now where are we going? We'll be flattened at the top by the pulley system or they'll steak out all the doors." Her expression went to self annoyance, she going so far as to amend her statement: "I mean... they'll sit in the lobby eating donuts and we can totally slip by easy breezy." She hated herself sometimes.
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#f0a9e4
Name Colour
Captain Americat
"Don't frown, someone could be falling in love with your smile." - Teen Wolf
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Post by Captain Americat on Aug 27, 2016 19:31:38 GMT -5
(Wow. It's so hard to catch up! xD I gotta reply with Bucky now, haha. But in the meantime, how was your swim meet the other night, Tals?  And welcome, Plag! And welcome back, Ash!!  How's everyone doing? ) |
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Post by ρłαgυegı .. on Aug 27, 2016 19:33:06 GMT -5
{{ tfw a song comes on that pertains to what you're doing in a rp
lol i'm amused rn and idk why but mmk
anyways my fam may get food? idk i'll still be on but replies will be slow if we do o-o i'll keep ya posted
{{ thanks for the warm welcome kayla ^u^
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Post by Tals on Aug 27, 2016 19:38:53 GMT -5
Blazkowicz didn't know if he should cry from the fact he was stuck with her, or the fact that it couldn't have been a different girl. Either way, the man had found himself pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes when he sighed out in turn of her voicing her complaint. He, being respectful, didn't say anything, and didn't look, instead shifting his rifle to point the barrel at the ground. A deep throated noise of clearing his throat was then heard, his hands reaching up, and the muscles extending from his bum to the back of the knees, and from there down his calves, tightened as he prepared to spring up. Successful, he brought himself up with ease and soon wriggled himself over the top. He cast her a sideways glance, kicking the hatch shut and immediately fixating himself to keep it closed. He shoved a piece of lose metal- from the kicked vent entry from earlier- and made sure the hatch wouldn't be moved.
Completely misunderstanding that of this current world, he stared at her as if she was mad to even want to be helped by the police. His head shook, and his frame turned around. He stood up fully, opting to help her up- even if she didn't want to- and looked upwards. "Your time is different from mine. There should be a stabilizing platform," he commented gruffly, his eyes casting a glance. All emotion was removed, and the look of the tight lipped man seemed to indicate that he was indeed, a man that saw too much war. He shifted his hands, removing his large palm from her arm and checking the cables. Down to the basement, or go up. Going up from the bottom would be too much velocity, it wasn't safe. His head turned once again, blinking at the other elevators that were currently in different positions, and finding a walk way not so far above.
"There." he stated as he pointed to it. "Usually the elevator inspectors take that route. They lead to stairs, and from there, we could head out the back way. But..." he licked his lips in thought, thinking... Finally mulling over his options he found himself gently pulling on the pipe along the wall. "Take this. If we get to the walkway and into the ventilation system, we have a better chance at slipping by. If they did do their work as supposed to, they wouldn't be eating sweets," he commented idly, though it wasn't clear if it was truly a jab in the direction of their current police force. His whole frame turned around, the man acting as if he done this many times before before he sprinted out and grasped the next elevator at the top of its ledge. His fingers curled onto the metal, body sliding over to the side and gripping one of the pipes and moving upwards in a movement that was rigid. He finally stepped onto the next top, moving over and holding out a hand for her to take- a sign he was willing to help
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Post by Tals on Aug 27, 2016 19:42:07 GMT -5
haha yeah Blazkowicz got released into society early. Figured he'd run around New York with Netti for awhile before they officially meet this other WW2 man~
i mean, it was good, but it would've been better if there wasn't a triathlon this morning, like right after the swim meet xD
and thanks for askin~
but ye, Egi is a lovely person :3 her n i go back a year or so~ She's pretty cool~
and take ye time, cx don't get in trouble
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Post by ρłαgυegı .. on Aug 27, 2016 19:55:37 GMT -5
"This is kidnapping, y'know. I'm not going wi-" She'd yelped as he pulled her up, his fingers nearly bruising to her arm and she immediately deciding to look down. At the brief little action did she decide that it was definitely much better that he should have pulled her up, otherwise she'd have toppled over then and there. Clutching onto his sleeve did she lean a bit, glasses falling from her nose and clattering on the cool metal elevator beneath her feet. Should she be thankful or annoyed not to be wearing her heels? She settled for thankful, following after him with timid steps even if she had next to no idea what it was he was doing. Whatever, as long as he got her out of here than she didn't care. "I... Nevermind." She wasn't going to comment on her own stupid remark, she'd leave that for another time and another place. Holding on to the pipe tightly in her shaking and clammy hands, she found herself following at a slower, more hesitant pace. Firstly because she was afraid of her surroundings, secondly because he was terrifying. Even once he offered his hand did she hesitate to take it, stalling a moment with hand extended and at last fitting it into his calloused palm. Pulled upwards did the keys around her throat fall from her shirt, she glancing down at them and flashing a look at him. Maybe if he has the keys, he won't need me anymore? She wondered, to which her own mind answered; Keys aren't a good body shield.
Still, she'd give them up if told. She didn't much fancy the thought of her neck between his hands, and at this point her main focus was to refrain from aggravating him enough to actually hurt her or worse, just push her off and wait for her to go splat. When did you turn into such a pessimist, Netti? Wringing her hands together, she lowered her voice and opted for small talk- kind of. "You're... not from around here?" She questioned, feet patting lightly on the floor and she now more content to stay in his shadow than she'd have liked to admit. She could guess a few things- he was a veteran of sorts judging by the scars, he was armed to take out an elephant all on his own, and the weird look he'd given her when she said she was Indian hinted that he may be racist. He had spoken German, whom didn't have the best historical record of playing well with others, but she wasn't exactly about to judge him by his cover when in his weird little world people of ethnicity were more than likely a foreign concept. Pun intended!
Now did she call to mind her high school classes about predators and kidnapping and the likes- her teachers had said that it was good to make personal attachments right? To meet someone's eye and say hi and introduce yourself just to try and make them see you as human? Say something to remind them of someone they love perhaps? Chewing on the inside of her cheek, she offered: "I'm Netravati by the way." It wasn't much, but it was a start. Given the circumstances she thought was doing alright.
{{ aye-- idk if i'd call myself lovely but i'm trying lol
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icon is by @cryptidsp00n on tumblr!!!!
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Post by wildsong🎧 on Aug 27, 2016 19:56:01 GMT -5
i really need to stop playing don't starve
i just killed a quacken though so i c a n ' t s t o p ))
Amber blinked. "I'm sure if he really wanted to, he'd be able to find us all, for sure. I mean, I literally am carrying a Stark Industries phone on me right now. I didn't think about it until now, and maybe the whatever-panther base messed it up, but even before that. If he wanted to stop us, he would." She kicked a pebble with a much too exaggerated movement, then straightening herself. "Mmh, are we almost there?" Looking up again, she did see the approaching hotel, but wasn't sure how exactly they were getting in.
"Oh, being an aunt would be fun." Wanda laughed as Natasha put her arm around her. "We should definitely go out for a dinner some day, it'd be very nice for us all to get to know each other." She smiled brightly. "I can't wait for the days in the future."
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