Hi! I'm Charlie! I am in my sophomore year at collage studying cancer biology. I realized I had brain cancer when I was a junior in high school. It had formed as a side effect of my mutation. I could edit others DNA, but the radiation had literally gone to my brain and things happen. But luckily, I have Bane, a symbiote that managed to attach to me for the foreseeable future. So I'm a student researcher by day and vigilante by night. I'm still getting the hang of it but it'll be okay. probably.
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Mod: I took NWH and made it worse. Also POSTING THIS 8 HOURS BEFORE I SEE BND YAYYYYY!! Don't ask me how the power dampening thing works on him it just does.
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A lot of things happened to get here.
Where is here? An interrogation room at the Department of Damage Control. Due to reasons Peter hasn't been told but can assume have to do with Beck, a power-dampening collar is strapped around his neck. He feels like shit, exhausted and wheezing and nearsighted. This can't be legal, and yet here he is.
He's finally let out, stumbling into the hallway trailed by the interrogator with the collar still attached. He blinks harshly, trying to clear his vision as he looks around for one of the others who were interrogated.
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Charlie sat in a small waiting area, her wrists both sported cuffs that had a small strip of magnesium pressed against her skin. Her hands themselves supported her head, her fingers trying to plug her ears.. She looked pale.
Her knee bounced up and down, a visible shiver ran up her body as the symbiote tried to push out, to change into anything. Charlie was mumbling to herself. Or to Bane. One of the guards next to her had a speaker strapped to his belt. As Peter stepped closer he could just barely hear it- a quiet high pitched ringing. Barely audible to regular human ears.
Peter's eyes round when he sees Charlie, and he steps closer. He apparently comes too close, though, because the collar shocks him and a guard pulls him back when he falls to one knee. "What're you doing to her?! She didn't do anything! She wasn't even there!"
Charlie looked up- "Pete-" She sat back down hands in her ears, one knee drawn to her chest. She had a cold sweat on her brow. He couldn't hear what she was mumbling. It was disorienting, usually everything seemed so loud.
They must have found out she had a symbiote. Definitely not something they could legally get around especially with Tony gone. He had been most of the avengers last layer of protection from the law. A charming wealthy wall of a man that Charlie couldn't rely on anymore.
( windows updating - 7 %. estimated time remaining – 39 minutes. )
🧠 the laptop's OLED screen would flicker from time to time – pixels would blink and glitch ; digital artefacts of decay. for a fraction of a second, a few milliseconds – too brief for her visual cortex to register and process it properly everything around her jerked ; glitched - the world that was broken. ( reality – earth 199999 was rendering was rendering atom by atom - branches 199999-1b & 199999-11a entagled - entwined like vines – cosmic timelines caught between nexus event ; --- oat milk with your coffee, as usual? oh no, no, george, I’m feeling adventurous today – i’ll have cow’s milk, please ---
[ BRANCH_LOG_ERROR ] 199999-11a -------- oat milk with your coffee, as usual? yeah, oat milk, thanks! ------ 199999-1b . ) the world that was broken ----
( windows updating - 7-8-7 %. estimated time remaining – 39 minutes. ) a paper tea cup, blinking, blinking; the cardboard turns into glass, blinking; cardboard, glass, cardboard, glass – like a flickering texture in a game. cardboard, glass, cardboard, glass. cardboard – just as it should be. [ the polygons of reality have completed their sync... RENDERING COMPLETE. ] [ STATUS: STABLE ] the world that was whole ---- the error and visual disturbances vanished between one heartbeat and the next. ( windows updating - 8 - %. estimated time remaining – 37 minutes. ) astra blinked, heavy eyelids and tired eyes—the same thing again—it’s the lack of sleep; the exam period was really tough, it’s the stress—you took your medicine, right? that ''glitch '' in the environment - It’s a chemical imbalance in the brain, remember. focus on the screen - focus... ---- IS THIS SEAT FREE? voice, close by someone was standing nearby. ❝ go on, have a seat. ❜❜
Charlie smiled and sat down next to her. "Thanks-" She breathed a sigh of relief and pulled out her own computer. The grey- or was it black- cover gleamed in the light. She smelled like barely and grass- lemon verbena and jasmine.
"You look exhausted-" For a moment Charlie was smiling at her, then she was staring at her computer like she hadn't said anything. Because she hadn't. She had a stack of papers next to her that she was flipping through slowly then seemed to forget and restart back at the top then she paused and restarted again.
his senses were heightened to the point of unbearability; every drop of water, every scrape of a sneaker against the sidewalk, it all uncontrollably throbbed against his skull. admittedly, peter wasn't feeling himself. earlier in the day, he'd struggled to stop a simple robbery; something he was still beating himself up for hours later. this, however, was a new low. " woah, woah !! "
his hands fumbled for his mask, but came up empty. what the hell? "ever -- ever heard of knocking?! i mean, can a spider get some privacy or what?" he threw his hands up over his face, helplessly trying to hide his already soiled identity. man, today totally blows. he had to get this whole spidey-sense thing under control. but first, he needed to find his mask.
Charlie stared at him. "Uh... Sorry." She closed her eyes, putting her hand over them. "You could uh... lock the door-" She also didn't move from the door of the 7/11's bathroom. The thought of moving had already left her head when she walked in on spiderman.
"Guess I could have knocked-" She tapped her shoes on the ground self consciously. "I mean- yeah- sorry you probably don't like talking to people that much. I know I wouldn't if I was- well- You know? nevermind." She shook her head, embarrassed in her lack of eloquence.
Mod: I took NWH and made it worse. Also POSTING THIS 8 HOURS BEFORE I SEE BND YAYYYYY!! Don't ask me how the power dampening thing works on him it just does.
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A lot of things happened to get here.
Where is here? An interrogation room at the Department of Damage Control. Due to reasons Peter hasn't been told but can assume have to do with Beck, a power-dampening collar is strapped around his neck. He feels like shit, exhausted and wheezing and nearsighted. This can't be legal, and yet here he is.
He's finally let out, stumbling into the hallway trailed by the interrogator with the collar still attached. He blinks harshly, trying to clear his vision as he looks around for one of the others who were interrogated.
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Charlie sat in a small waiting area, her wrists both sported cuffs that had a small strip of magnesium pressed against her skin. Her hands themselves supported her head, her fingers trying to plug her ears.. She looked pale.
Her knee bounced up and down, a visible shiver ran up her body as the symbiote tried to push out, to change into anything. Charlie was mumbling to herself. Or to Bane. One of the guards next to her had a speaker strapped to his belt. As Peter stepped closer he could just barely hear it- a quiet high pitched ringing. Barely audible to regular human ears.
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It's not illegal if the government is aware of it and allows it to happen. At least, that's what HYDRA reasoned. The gang was not secretive at all. They payed their taxes to the government with the money made by selling children.
Officer fits paced in front of the children, his boots crunching in the snow. Finally he stops in front of a little boy who looked at least somewhat healthy. He grabs the boy's chin, jerking his face up. "Name and age?"
"A-avis, sir. Um, 13. I think." The boy was trembling, although whether it was from the cold or from fear was impossible to tell.
Fits strikes him across the face, electing a soft whimper from the kid. "You think? I don't want to know what you think, I want facts." He turns back to the trader with a curl of his lip. "I'll take this one."
The boy stares at the ground trying not to cry as he is unchained from the rest. Everyone had heard the rumors of what happened to the children Hydra bought. Rumors that were only made more real by the fact that they kept coming back. As if the other children disappeared.
Fits turns to the person behind him. "Get this thing inside and cleaned up."
Charlie nodded and grabbed the kid by the back of his collar. She was only nineteen. In any other universe she had gotten away from her parents years ago. But this wasn't one of those. She could be considered a lucky child in HYDRA, raised by scientists, taught in the halls and gently placed into a comfortable position out of high school. That didn't mean she was gentle.
She pulled the boy inside the building. It was warm. Melt the cold right out of your bones warm. Charlie pulled off her winter coat and hung in on the hook by the door before pulling the boy into the bathroom. She wet a cloth in the sink and bent down, roughly sponging the dirt off his face. "Don't speak to Officer Fits, or anyone unless they speak to you." She stood up and filled the sink with water. "When was the last time you washed your hair?"
The boy stumbles, struggling to keep up on frostbitten feet. It was odd the difference between them. A world of difference simply because one was born so far down the power chain. He bites his tongue as the warmth hits him. It hurts, the sudden change, although he is grateful for it.
He nods, unsure if her first statement needed a reply. The question was a relief. It was clear he was supposed to answer. "I don't re-" the memory of the slap stung fresh in his mind. "-A couple months ago?"
Charlie nodded and grabbed a pair of hair scissors, running her hands through his hair. Her hands were warm, they had been tucked away and protected from the cold. They left trails of quickly fading warmth as they grabbed and prodded his scalp. She pondered the dirty hair for a moment before attacking. Her clips were precise and rough, taking off a bulk if his hair in merciless cuts.
"You're a bit older than usual." She commented as she worked. Her presence a twisted type of calming. Like a rock in the middle of the rapids, solid and existing there but not at all welcome. "Don't answer that. It was rhetorical."
He bites his lip to hold back tears. The scissors felt like another way of stripping everything he knew from him. His mother had loved his hair. Said it was like sunshine. Not that it appeared gold anymore, being matted and dirty.
At her comment, he opens his mouth, then snaps it shut at the second note. Instead, he focuses on counting the number of bolts he could see in the walls.
Charlie ruffled his uneven hair and considered it for a moment before grabbing the shaver from the counter top. The guard at least left a few centimetres of hair but not enough to count. The final remainders of his hair drifted to the floor.
"How tall are you?" She stepped away and regarded him, her gaze critical. "That wasn't rhetorical." Her hand brushed over her own carefully gelled back hair.
"I- I don't-" he cringes away, resisting the urge to bring his hands up to his head. It felt so bare without his usual curly locks. His voice drops and he looks at the floor, bracing for a blow, "I don't know."
Charlie nodded and searched in her bag for a tape measure. She couldn't do most of the checks she needed to do until they got off base but for now height would do. "Okay."
She pointed to a section of wall. "Stand heels and shoulders flat against the wall." Her hands fidgeted with the measuring tape. She did not hit him, she didn't even attempt to.
Just a blurb, don't feel like too much today, but I'll survive
In the kelp forest, a blast of black whizzes through the plantation, bubbles drifting in the water where the blast passed. The track disappears after a few seconds, then comes back but closer and faster if possible. Then, on (oc)'s back, they feel a rough grab and push, blacking out with a scream. They wake in a small cave, pinned down with a Siren over their face, panting and tugging at some of their features. His hair waves in the water, gills on his cheeks, neck, and chest as he stares down, brows furrowed before tugging at their hair. "What are you?" He asks once they seem lucid enough, picking at their ears (if pointed, if not then their hair again). "And why are you in my kelp?"
"Uuh- get off-" Liliya pushed him off, her hand rough, her long hair flowing and tangling around Albie. Her face distorted for a moment then slid back into place.
She kicked him off, the white dress she had on twisted around her in the water. "I got dragged under by some... fishers line... I suppose they don't really care where they dump women these days." She looked sadly to the side before dragging herself up.
"Ugh- I'm from the Maya river" She looked around, pulling her hair away from him. She twisted it around itself before regarding him. "But I assume you merfolk know little of the rivers." She traced his tail. "Or... siren? We're not that different, I'm a rusalka."
He glares before grabbing her again and pushing her on the wall in annoyance, staring into her eyes. "Your tail." He looks down and swims a little lower to squeeze the flesh, clawing at it slightly. "And- You can talk.." He gets eye level again, then scurries off, coming back with a spear and tapping her with it. "Weird."
"Of course I can-" She pushed the tip of the spear away with her finger. "I'm not a human despite the legs." She glanced down at her very human-like legs.
"Rusalka- river spirit." She explained, ducking past him. "Although I'm not quite sure where I am." She felt her head with her hand, it still hurt from the journey here.
It's not illegal if the government is aware of it and allows it to happen. At least, that's what HYDRA reasoned. The gang was not secretive at all. They payed their taxes to the government with the money made by selling children.
Officer fits paced in front of the children, his boots crunching in the snow. Finally he stops in front of a little boy who looked at least somewhat healthy. He grabs the boy's chin, jerking his face up. "Name and age?"
"A-avis, sir. Um, 13. I think." The boy was trembling, although whether it was from the cold or from fear was impossible to tell.
Fits strikes him across the face, electing a soft whimper from the kid. "You think? I don't want to know what you think, I want facts." He turns back to the trader with a curl of his lip. "I'll take this one."
The boy stares at the ground trying not to cry as he is unchained from the rest. Everyone had heard the rumors of what happened to the children Hydra bought. Rumors that were only made more real by the fact that they kept coming back. As if the other children disappeared.
Fits turns to the person behind him. "Get this thing inside and cleaned up."
Charlie nodded and grabbed the kid by the back of his collar. She was only nineteen. In any other universe she had gotten away from her parents years ago. But this wasn't one of those. She could be considered a lucky child in HYDRA, raised by scientists, taught in the halls and gently placed into a comfortable position out of high school. That didn't mean she was gentle.
She pulled the boy inside the building. It was warm. Melt the cold right out of your bones warm. Charlie pulled off her winter coat and hung in on the hook by the door before pulling the boy into the bathroom. She wet a cloth in the sink and bent down, roughly sponging the dirt off his face. "Don't speak to Officer Fits, or anyone unless they speak to you." She stood up and filled the sink with water. "When was the last time you washed your hair?"
The boy stumbles, struggling to keep up on frostbitten feet. It was odd the difference between them. A world of difference simply because one was born so far down the power chain. He bites his tongue as the warmth hits him. It hurts, the sudden change, although he is grateful for it.
He nods, unsure if her first statement needed a reply. The question was a relief. It was clear he was supposed to answer. "I don't re-" the memory of the slap stung fresh in his mind. "-A couple months ago?"
Charlie nodded and grabbed a pair of hair scissors, running her hands through his hair. Her hands were warm, they had been tucked away and protected from the cold. They left trails of quickly fading warmth as they grabbed and prodded his scalp. She pondered the dirty hair for a moment before attacking. Her clips were precise and rough, taking off a bulk if his hair in merciless cuts.
"You're a bit older than usual." She commented as she worked. Her presence a twisted type of calming. Like a rock in the middle of the rapids, solid and existing there but not at all welcome. "Don't answer that. It was rhetorical."
He bites his lip to hold back tears. The scissors felt like another way of stripping everything he knew from him. His mother had loved his hair. Said it was like sunshine. Not that it appeared gold anymore, being matted and dirty.
At her comment, he opens his mouth, then snaps it shut at the second note. Instead, he focuses on counting the number of bolts he could see in the walls.
Charlie ruffled his uneven hair and considered it for a moment before grabbing the shaver from the counter top. The guard at least left a few centimetres of hair but not enough to count. The final remainders of his hair drifted to the floor.
"How tall are you?" She stepped away and regarded him, her gaze critical. "That wasn't rhetorical." Her hand brushed over her own carefully gelled back hair.
If someone told a younger version of Sienna, that marrying the love of her life at that time, would cause a ripple affect.
She wouldn't have believed it. Especially the way her life has spiralled out of controll, especially at those words when she herself was on the verge of death.
'We can reunite you two.'
And thus taking the hand of a mad scientist obsessed with making the man she loved into the perfect weapon- sealed her fate.
It's probably why now she was dressed in a black business attire. A pencil skirt to go with the top. Her curls were smoothed back into a ponytail. Sharp eyes scanning the court room as she was aware why she was on trial.
The Unites States Government vs. Sienna Gianna Giovanni-Barnes. Legally that was her name still.
Her hands twitched a bit as she eyes her favorite lawyer. Who went out of his blind way to make sure he could represent her. This idiot.
Matt leans over as he whispers in her ear. "They're only using you to get to him. That's it... They don't have much against you..."
She didn't wanna hear that. She slowly looks back to the crowd to see her loved ones there. Knowing that more of her past, one she tried to keep sealed up and burned-
Was gonna be on the stand.
Especially on stand before five judges appointed to her case.
The main issue they were bringing up that James had luckily on his side. Unlike him, she wasn't brainwashed. She was fully aware of her past in Hydra, she was fully willing, to an extent, a participant in Hydra.
Her eyes narrows as the judges walked in, all rising and then sitting as told so. She smooths her skirt out as she was fidgeting again, this was gonna be a lot.
Many had been asked to be witnesses. Many had accepted, some were personality traits to even being there in the history of her past.
Charlie waited back in the witness room, nervously fixing her hair. She was trying to remember what Stark had told her about testifying. Be calm, be certain, don't look down.
Her parents had both been in HYDRA but she had gotten out when she was 17. A good witness for the prosecution. Someone who could have easily gone down Sienna's path and had actively chosen not to.
She was also a witness Sienna knew existed, her parents had both worked on the soldier, but not well enough to have anything against. All the defence knew was she was a child of parents who had attempted to involve her in HYDRA and she worked for Stark. Something about biology. A child prodigy.
Maybe if Sienna had spoken to more people. She had known her parents sure but... Charlie was quiet. She always had been. She had always ducked out mid operation in HYDRA to throw up.
But now she was waiting nervously for her name to be called. Watching witnesses slowly leave the room. Until her name was called.
It's not illegal if the government is aware of it and allows it to happen. At least, that's what HYDRA reasoned. The gang was not secretive at all. They payed their taxes to the government with the money made by selling children.
Officer fits paced in front of the children, his boots crunching in the snow. Finally he stops in front of a little boy who looked at least somewhat healthy. He grabs the boy's chin, jerking his face up. "Name and age?"
"A-avis, sir. Um, 13. I think." The boy was trembling, although whether it was from the cold or from fear was impossible to tell.
Fits strikes him across the face, electing a soft whimper from the kid. "You think? I don't want to know what you think, I want facts." He turns back to the trader with a curl of his lip. "I'll take this one."
The boy stares at the ground trying not to cry as he is unchained from the rest. Everyone had heard the rumors of what happened to the children Hydra bought. Rumors that were only made more real by the fact that they kept coming back. As if the other children disappeared.
Fits turns to the person behind him. "Get this thing inside and cleaned up."
Charlie nodded and grabbed the kid by the back of his collar. She was only nineteen. In any other universe she had gotten away from her parents years ago. But this wasn't one of those. She could be considered a lucky child in HYDRA, raised by scientists, taught in the halls and gently placed into a comfortable position out of high school. That didn't mean she was gentle.
She pulled the boy inside the building. It was warm. Melt the cold right out of your bones warm. Charlie pulled off her winter coat and hung in on the hook by the door before pulling the boy into the bathroom. She wet a cloth in the sink and bent down, roughly sponging the dirt off his face. "Don't speak to Officer Fits, or anyone unless they speak to you." She stood up and filled the sink with water. "When was the last time you washed your hair?"
The boy stumbles, struggling to keep up on frostbitten feet. It was odd the difference between them. A world of difference simply because one was born so far down the power chain. He bites his tongue as the warmth hits him. It hurts, the sudden change, although he is grateful for it.
He nods, unsure if her first statement needed a reply. The question was a relief. It was clear he was supposed to answer. "I don't re-" the memory of the slap stung fresh in his mind. "-A couple months ago?"
Charlie nodded and grabbed a pair of hair scissors, running her hands through his hair. Her hands were warm, they had been tucked away and protected from the cold. They left trails of quickly fading warmth as they grabbed and prodded his scalp. She pondered the dirty hair for a moment before attacking. Her clips were precise and rough, taking off a bulk if his hair in merciless cuts.
"You're a bit older than usual." She commented as she worked. Her presence a twisted type of calming. Like a rock in the middle of the rapids, solid and existing there but not at all welcome. "Don't answer that. It was rhetorical."
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Open roleplays are text based, usually long form, these come in Fandom open rp's (dc, marvel, cod, hoo ect.) or indie, both indie and open rp's are open to oc's and cannon characters.
(If an open roleplay is 'closed' it means its no longer active)
Open rp's are interacted with through reblog chains. (The pen icon not the repeat icon, so you can add your response and not just reblog)
Some open rp accounts also do asks, sometimes asks are random sometimes they are long form prompts.
Asks if anonymous will usually have an emoji attached so the anon can identify themselves, all taken anons are usually listed in a pinned post.
Basically for plots search up 'Open Rp" (And add on any media source, so for me I would look up 'Marvel Open Rp' or any variation of that) And I usually go to the 'latest' tab and reblog with my response. (But the 'top posts' tab works too)
Usually any ooc small talk with be in the tags usually marked with //
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New RP series! Based on Emilia’s escape from hydra and all that good stuff
On October 12 11:24pm, the team raided one of the last remaining official hydra bases. The mission was mostly successful. No casualties or major injuries were reported from the team. But the same can't be said for who they found. A teenage girl. Half dead. Found in a lab. Reports and theories and tools scattered all over the floor, as if they'd given up on keeping the experiments tidy. She was barely even a soldier anymore. Just a lab rat.
The lab was likely abandoned when the team breached and the building was told to evacuate, leaving the girl strapped to the chair. She was practically dead anyway, there was no point bringing her with them. The notes on the desk next to the chair reads
"name: Emilia Kane.
age: 16
alias: subject 87 (former), little bird (current)"
As soon as she hears the doors open and people walk in she immediately assumes they're back for more tests. She's too weak to scurry away but she tries, more just squirming in the lab chair. "No... please...no more I can't do anymore...leave me alone please" she mumbles weakly, her eyes barely open.
"Hey- Its okay." Charlie slowly undid the straps. "Ms. Kane? Can you tell me who the current president is?" She put two fingers on Emilia's pulse point on her neck. She let the others move about the room, inspecting was not her job. Well being a doctor wasn't her job either but as the times called for it. She, like everyone else in the room, was much older than Emilia, dressed in the black SHEILD uniform. Minus the helmet, which she had abandoned a few feet away.
Emilia immediately flinches as the unknown person touches her neck “I said don’t touch me!!” Her eyes glow softly, half from fear but half trying to be threatening. She winces in pain almost instantly as she raises her voice, clutching her stomach.
"Ms. Kane?" Charlie pulled her hands away. " My name is Charlie, I'm an employee of SHEILD. I work for the United States." She spoke clearly, slowly. This wasn't the first person she had pulled out of a HYDRA base.
She kept her eyes calmly on Emilia's face. Not demanding anything but simply waiting for her to understand. "I am going to untie you. You are safe, no one here works for HYDRA. I would appreciate it if you don't try to run. Does that sound okay?"
Emilia stays tense, trying to steady her breathing. She’s never felt this weak in her life. Her eyes flutter shut as Charlie reassures her she’s safe. She doesn’t entirely believe it but she’s too drowsy to really do anything about it. She nods softly, her arms relaxing a bit against the ties on her wrists.
Charlie nodded slowly, her hands working at the ties. After a minute of fidgeting with then she pulled the knife from her side and cut them. She called out for a stretcher to someone in the room before turning back to Emilia.
"Ms. Kane? I'm going to take you onto a helicarrier to do some medical checks. Does that sound all right?" She stood up, helping the girl onto the stretcher. "I'm going to be right here with you okay?" She put a soft hand beside Emilia. "You're going to be okay."
Anyone can interact! Please do so! Especially if you haven’t before!
New RP series! Based on Emilia’s escape from hydra and all that good stuff
On October 12 11:24pm, the team raided one of the last remaining official hydra bases. The mission was mostly successful. No casualties or major injuries were reported from the team. But the same can't be said for who they found. A teenage girl. Half dead. Found in a lab. Reports and theories and tools scattered all over the floor, as if they'd given up on keeping the experiments tidy. She was barely even a soldier anymore. Just a lab rat.
The lab was likely abandoned when the team breached and the building was told to evacuate, leaving the girl strapped to the chair. She was practically dead anyway, there was no point bringing her with them. The notes on the desk next to the chair reads
"name: Emilia Kane.
age: 16
alias: subject 87 (former), little bird (current)"
As soon as she hears the doors open and people walk in she immediately assumes they're back for more tests. She's too weak to scurry away but she tries, more just squirming in the lab chair. "No... please...no more I can't do anymore...leave me alone please" she mumbles weakly, her eyes barely open.
"Hey- Its okay." Charlie slowly undid the straps. "Ms. Kane? Can you tell me who the current president is?" She put two fingers on Emilia's pulse point on her neck. She let the others move about the room, inspecting was not her job. Well being a doctor wasn't her job either but as the times called for it. She, like everyone else in the room, was much older than Emilia, dressed in the black SHEILD uniform. Minus the helmet, which she had abandoned a few feet away.
Emilia immediately flinches as the unknown person touches her neck “I said don’t touch me!!” Her eyes glow softly, half from fear but half trying to be threatening. She winces in pain almost instantly as she raises her voice, clutching her stomach.
"Ms. Kane?" Charlie pulled her hands away. " My name is Charlie, I'm an employee of SHEILD. I work for the United States." She spoke clearly, slowly. This wasn't the first person she had pulled out of a HYDRA base.
She kept her eyes calmly on Emilia's face. Not demanding anything but simply waiting for her to understand. "I am going to untie you. You are safe, no one here works for HYDRA. I would appreciate it if you don't try to run. Does that sound okay?"
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New RP series! Based on Emilia’s escape from hydra and all that good stuff
On October 12 11:24pm, the team raided one of the last remaining official hydra bases. The mission was mostly successful. No casualties or major injuries were reported from the team. But the same can't be said for who they found. A teenage girl. Half dead. Found in a lab. Reports and theories and tools scattered all over the floor, as if they'd given up on keeping the experiments tidy. She was barely even a soldier anymore. Just a lab rat.
The lab was likely abandoned when the team breached and the building was told to evacuate, leaving the girl strapped to the chair. She was practically dead anyway, there was no point bringing her with them. The notes on the desk next to the chair reads
"name: Emilia Kane.
age: 16
alias: subject 87 (former), little bird (current)"
As soon as she hears the doors open and people walk in she immediately assumes they're back for more tests. She's too weak to scurry away but she tries, more just squirming in the lab chair. "No... please...no more I can't do anymore...leave me alone please" she mumbles weakly, her eyes barely open.
"Hey- Its okay." Charlie slowly undid the straps. "Ms. Kane? Can you tell me who the current president is?" She put two fingers on Emilia's pulse point on her neck. She let the others move about the room, inspecting was not her job. Well being a doctor wasn't her job either but as the times called for it. She, like everyone else in the room, was much older than Emilia, dressed in the black SHEILD uniform. Minus the helmet, which she had abandoned a few feet away.
Mod: little kid Peter stuff cuz I'm hitting fluff writer's block with regular Peter! He'd be at least 6-7 here. Finagle the timelines and all that however you need to for it to fit your muse! Inspired by a suggestion by @soopermax (thank youuu!!)
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Tony's been away on business for the last couple of days. Peter hadn't wanted him to leave; the last time he left was Afghanistan, and Peter was exposed to far more news about that and the aftermath than a little kid ever should be. That resulted in a lot of nightmares, and they're even worse now that Tony's not here.
Peter wakes up in the middle of the night, having screamed himself into consciousness. He keeps crying, calling for his dad, not remembering that he's not there. His head immediately turns to the door when it opens.
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Tags (absolutely no pressure and you don't have to be tagged to roleplay! Use any blog you want!): @april-barnes @emiliakanebarnes @potatogunkid-official @iwasmadetobeasoldier @msbrooklynstark @liliyabarnes @starrryghost @captainrogers-thepatriot @winter-solstice-soldier @unofficially-tonystark @definitely-not-ira @steve-g-rogers @the-winter-soldierr @man-of-iron @katiestark @cobaltbabybluebarnes @polymerclasher @sunflower-0180 @peter-parker-who @infesteddna @guy-with-a-metal-arm @totallynotfairfolk @serenastark-official @dorothyrogers @nathan-gray @norman-osborn-oscorp-ceo
Charlie stared at him for a moment with tired eyes before making a move to sit on his bed. She could just see him in the soft glow of the nightlight. "Peter?" Her voice was tired. Tony had asked her to look after him while he was gone. After all the avengers had other things to be doing.
She reached out and grabbed Peters shoulder gently. "Everything okay?"
"Tony- Dad is off on a business trip Peter." She drew back slowly. "He's in Tokyo. Its..." She mumbled a few quick maths and looked back at him. "Its the afternoon over there. He's probably in a business meeting."
"He's not hurt-" She scooted an inch towards Peter, slowly like he was a wounded animal. "There are no terrorists in Japan Peter." She sighed. "Do you want to get up and get some hot chocolate? I can see if your Dad's busy. N' if he not we can call, but he might be in a meeting."
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Mod: little kid Peter stuff cuz I'm hitting fluff writer's block with regular Peter! He'd be at least 6-7 here. Finagle the timelines and all that however you need to for it to fit your muse! Inspired by a suggestion by @soopermax (thank youuu!!)
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Tony's been away on business for the last couple of days. Peter hadn't wanted him to leave; the last time he left was Afghanistan, and Peter was exposed to far more news about that and the aftermath than a little kid ever should be. That resulted in a lot of nightmares, and they're even worse now that Tony's not here.
Peter wakes up in the middle of the night, having screamed himself into consciousness. He keeps crying, calling for his dad, not remembering that he's not there. His head immediately turns to the door when it opens.
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Tags (absolutely no pressure and you don't have to be tagged to roleplay! Use any blog you want!): @april-barnes @emiliakanebarnes @potatogunkid-official @iwasmadetobeasoldier @msbrooklynstark @liliyabarnes @starrryghost @captainrogers-thepatriot @winter-solstice-soldier @unofficially-tonystark @definitely-not-ira @steve-g-rogers @the-winter-soldierr @man-of-iron @katiestark @cobaltbabybluebarnes @polymerclasher @sunflower-0180 @peter-parker-who @infesteddna @guy-with-a-metal-arm @totallynotfairfolk @serenastark-official @dorothyrogers @nathan-gray @norman-osborn-oscorp-ceo
Charlie stared at him for a moment with tired eyes before making a move to sit on his bed. She could just see him in the soft glow of the nightlight. "Peter?" Her voice was tired. Tony had asked her to look after him while he was gone. After all the avengers had other things to be doing.
She reached out and grabbed Peters shoulder gently. "Everything okay?"
"Tony- Dad is off on a business trip Peter." She drew back slowly. "He's in Tokyo. Its..." She mumbled a few quick maths and looked back at him. "Its the afternoon over there. He's probably in a business meeting."
Mod: little kid Peter stuff cuz I'm hitting fluff writer's block with regular Peter! He'd be at least 6-7 here. Finagle the timelines and all that however you need to for it to fit your muse! Inspired by a suggestion by @soopermax (thank youuu!!)
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Tony's been away on business for the last couple of days. Peter hadn't wanted him to leave; the last time he left was Afghanistan, and Peter was exposed to far more news about that and the aftermath than a little kid ever should be. That resulted in a lot of nightmares, and they're even worse now that Tony's not here.
Peter wakes up in the middle of the night, having screamed himself into consciousness. He keeps crying, calling for his dad, not remembering that he's not there. His head immediately turns to the door when it opens.
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Tags (absolutely no pressure and you don't have to be tagged to roleplay! Use any blog you want!): @april-barnes @emiliakanebarnes @potatogunkid-official @iwasmadetobeasoldier @msbrooklynstark @liliyabarnes @starrryghost @captainrogers-thepatriot @winter-solstice-soldier @unofficially-tonystark @definitely-not-ira @steve-g-rogers @the-winter-soldierr @man-of-iron @katiestark @cobaltbabybluebarnes @polymerclasher @sunflower-0180 @peter-parker-who @infesteddna @guy-with-a-metal-arm @totallynotfairfolk @serenastark-official @dorothyrogers @nathan-gray @norman-osborn-oscorp-ceo
Charlie stared at him for a moment with tired eyes before making a move to sit on his bed. She could just see him in the soft glow of the nightlight. "Peter?" Her voice was tired. Tony had asked her to look after him while he was gone. After all the avengers had other things to be doing.
She reached out and grabbed Peters shoulder gently. "Everything okay?"
