Feb 10, 2020
Florence Pugh attends the 92nd Annual Academy Awards
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Florence Pugh attends the 92nd Annual Academy Awards
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Clint paused when he got into the room. It wasn't like there was anyone else left to come after him for breaking in. Probably. He stopped, his grip tightening on his bow. "What have they done to you?" (awwwhawkguy)
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My muse is being held hostage and is being experimented on. Send me “What have they done to you?” for my muse’s response to yours finding them shackled and chained in a small room.
The chains that wrapped around her wrists were too tight. The bit at her flesh, bruising her right down to her bone. Her toes just barely grazed the ground, touch JUST enough so that she could just barely stand on her tip toes to relieve the pressure on her wrists. Her feet were shackled together as well and she wore little more than a hospital gown. Her face was deathly pale and she had all kinds of wires attached. There were dark circles around her eyes, as they turned up to regard the vaguely familiar voice.
She barely recognized him as a friend, and at first flinched away from him, and the harsh florescent light that shined behind him, “Clint?” she asked her voice whispered raspy and her lips dry and cracked, “What are you doing here?” she asked him.