Loki Laufeyson | MCU | OTAjust_a_relicAugust 9 2012, 22:17:07 UTC
( not everything goes according to plan. Infact, nearly everything he's done, never turned in his favor. Loki had always been fated to lose, especially if it was against thor or anything to do with him. But you see, loki laufeyson always tried again and again, forever aspiring to turn his luck around. But it sort of backfired on him after he took the life of the one named coulson. The human had surprised him when his last act of duty had ended up with loki blasted into the next room. With a head pounding, the god pushed away all the rubble as he tried to situate himself and plan for his next action but as he got up, something just did not feel right.
"Bucky?" She had thought him in, but the lights are off as she lets herself into the room. "Tell me you are not sitting here in the dark, pining for me in my absence."
Why are the lights not on? What is he playing at this day?
There was a stillness before he spoke, the words quiet but almost on edge somehow, that was wrong. He did not look right -- not ill, but not well, as though he were waiting for something. Though Loki can see well enough in the dark her own self, she is no true cat, and she turns on the light as she moves over to crouch down next to him, frowning as she looks him over.
"And why are we in no mood for anything at all today?" The words are almost teasing, the tone superficially light, but she's -- well, she's worried. Listless is not like the Bucky with whom she is familiar, and it makes her almost jumpy. Like there were men with large knives hiding in the shadows of the room.
ooc: of COURSE I roll a 1...on_silksheetsAugust 10 2012, 02:26:12 UTC
Bela stumbled, and her knees met the cold concrete of the basement hard enough to send icy waves of pain up her body. She barely noticed it over the pounding in her head. She'd been hit sharply, from behind, someone had snuck up on her and...well that didn't happen terribly often.
God, it was dark down here, she couldn't even see-
She couldn't see.
The thought came sudden and heavy, like a rock pitched through a window and shattering everything around it. She'd raised a hand to her face, to feel at what she was sure was blood running down her cheek and...nothing. Nothing was ever so dark you couldn't see your fingers before your face. Except blindness. She'd been hit, and she was blind, and a part of her that wasn't trying to keep her heart from bursting out of her chest with panic was murmuring something about concussions and detached retinas.
She needed a hospital, or, or-
Something crunched, and she struggled to her feet, only to slip in a puddle and fall again,
There's a small noise - a stop - and then moving forward again, "...No one?" Not the time for jokes? Charlie doesn't care; there's a cute girl on the floor and... this isn't really the time to be thinking of that, is it? Except again she doesn't care, and she's studying the woman as she moves towards her.
ooc: bwahahahaon_silksheetsAugust 16 2012, 00:59:51 UTC
"Not...helpful", Bela protested instinctively at the response. The voice was female, unfamiliar, coming from somewhere to her left. She couldn't think who else would be down here, other than the cultists, but she doubted a bloodthirsty cultist would introduce themselves first.
She turned her head instinctively, but only darkness was in front of them. She struggled back to her feet,
ooc: Could be fun. ;Pnot_rly_charlieAugust 16 2012, 01:01:25 UTC
"Charlie," she told the woman, coming a little forward, playing a little with her hair; the girl was cute. The sort Charlie might bring home from a bar... no. Bad timing thoughts. Bad.
She moved forward a step or two, keeping a careful distance in case the woman turned out to be dangerous.
Steve Rogers || Captain America (Movie)/Avengers || OTAjusthadadateAugust 10 2012, 02:28:03 UTC
16. Sense of Hearing and Sense of Preservation
He's not sure what in the hell had set him off. Whether it be the man who had bumped into him or... something else entirely. He couldn't hear what was being said but he honestly didn't care. Nor did he care when he turned hitting the guy. The guy was just a tad bit bigger than him too... that couldn't be good.
"Whoa, whoa." It isn't often that Tony Stark is the one stepping between two fighters squaring up to each other, but here he is, his back to Steve while he gives the pissed-off stranger his best grin. "Doesn't know his own strength sometimes, isn't he great? Captain America, everybody," he says and keeps the smile in place until he's turned away.
Then it's a glare and a hissed "What the hell was that, Rogers? We're at a press conference. Do you know how weird it is for me to be saying 'behave yourself, we're at a press conference'? It's weird and it's wrong and what the hell?"
Unfortunately for Tony... Steve can't hear a word he says. He doesn't even realize that the man was introducing him to them. Though when he's glared out, he scowls slightly watching him.
Unfortunately for Steve, Tony misinterprets this and his expression only goes darker. "'What?' What, 'what?' I thought you were supposed to be good at this stuff. Wasn't your name up in lights once? Get over here," he snaps as he grabs a beefcake arm, fully intending to drag Steve off to one side.
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Why are the lights not on? What is he playing at this day?
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"And why are we in no mood for anything at all today?" The words are almost teasing, the tone superficially light, but she's -- well, she's worried. Listless is not like the Bucky with whom she is familiar, and it makes her almost jumpy. Like there were men with large knives hiding in the shadows of the room.
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[Don't mind Bucky. He'll just be wandering out of the changing room in these silky, turquoise, women's panties.] I look fuckin' great!
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God, it was dark down here, she couldn't even see-
She couldn't see.
The thought came sudden and heavy, like a rock pitched through a window and shattering everything around it. She'd raised a hand to her face, to feel at what she was sure was blood running down her cheek and...nothing. Nothing was ever so dark you couldn't see your fingers before your face. Except blindness. She'd been hit, and she was blind, and a part of her that wasn't trying to keep her heart from bursting out of her chest with panic was murmuring something about concussions and detached retinas.
She needed a hospital, or, or-
Something crunched, and she struggled to her feet, only to slip in a puddle and fall again,
"Who's there?"
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"Hi."
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She turned her head instinctively, but only darkness was in front of them. She struggled back to her feet,
"ho are you?" She demanded, feeling for a wall.
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She moved forward a step or two, keeping a careful distance in case the woman turned out to be dangerous.
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He's not sure what in the hell had set him off. Whether it be the man who had bumped into him or... something else entirely. He couldn't hear what was being said but he honestly didn't care. Nor did he care when he turned hitting the guy. The guy was just a tad bit bigger than him too... that couldn't be good.
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Then it's a glare and a hissed "What the hell was that, Rogers? We're at a press conference. Do you know how weird it is for me to be saying 'behave yourself, we're at a press conference'? It's weird and it's wrong and what the hell?"
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"...What?"
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