#changingpontius

[ text ] - how do you get through a family dinner without murdering someone[ text ] - asking for a friend

“That better not be what I think it is,” Riley says with a disapproving look at the blonde. “Liz, is that alcohol? You’ll be in less trouble if you tell the truth and hand it over now. I won’t tell anyone, we’ll call it a freebie.”

muse full name: elizabeth marie spencer  muse age: 17 faceclaim: carlson young staff or student: student classes taken: compulsory, music, & art sports played: tennis reason for being sent to the school: blackmail, hacking, & alcohol addiction

                 DON’T STAND OUT. Blend in and look natural. Her brother’s advice echoed in her mind. Her svelte frame could blend easily into a crowd but she never looked the part in ragged clothes and the strange markings that circled her forearms. The long jacket couldn’t cover her fingertips, marred black with the power of death. Each street had begun to look the same, the same buildings and people. Her curious gaze focused on a cafe, her stomach rumbling, begging for sustenance that she had been denying herself. Idly resting against hard brick, she grips her stomach and watches the crowd. Most ignore her, avoiding her gaze like she was nothing more than dirt. One piercing set of eyes held hers for a moment to long before she quickly looked away. Blend in. Don’t stand out. Look natural. 

After coming back from Latvia, Wanda kept her distance from the Avengers and the public eye but Arnold some how hunted her down to get a story from her. It turned into an altercation between the reporter and Wanda’s brother. In the end, she gave him a story just to stop from any charges being laid against Pietro. This bribe only worked once because after that Wanda got some dirt of her own on the reporter. Their relationship is turbulent to say the least.

Because Starbucks is better than that burnt bean water Dunkins calls coffee. :/

pretty much.