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LET THEM KNOW WE
WONT BACK DOWN
a marvel/dc roleplay
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Post by keegan on Jul 19, 2012 9:00:34 GMT -5
A frosty tension had fallen in the post office, not just metaphorically but physically as well. Luckily most of the other people in the room had attributed the drop in temperature to the cool morning air and their own stupidity at venturing out without a coat. They had yet to realise that there was at least 3 degrees between the icy post office and the outside world. But then why would they assume anything odd would be going on in their little post office? Keegan was not in a good mood, he had been standing here for twenty minutes already as the sullen woman behind the counter had been rude to the other customers. He could very clearly see his package on a shelf behind her, his name written across it, but somehow he doubted he was going to get it any time soon. As the bitch snapped at another innocent person for daring to stray outside the tiny box for signatures, Keegan let out a deep sigh, earning him a sharp glare from the cow. He was the last in line, with another four in front of him, all looking vaguely terrified about the prospect of facing the moody bitch. He shouldn't have to deal with this shit, he was the head of the fucking organisation and fast becoming the poster boy for 'out and proud' the gay magazine his photography company worked for. This was not what he was supposed to be doing with his life. The door opened behind him and then clattered shut as someone entered the post office. He turned to face them, his annoyance written all over his face. 'I wouldn't expect any service any time soon, someone's had a bad day and we've gotta deal with it...'
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Jul 19, 2012 18:34:54 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] Clint Barton [style=width:450; height:500; padding:25;text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:white; overflow:auto]It had been just another normal day for Clint; fighting villains and seeing new people in new places. He had gotten home to his flat with a sigh of relief. It was so good to be home. He hadn't been home in a few weeks. Luckily, no one had trashed it, like last time he was gone for a while. Some evil dude named Carnage. Another one of Spidey's nemisises, and a violent one at that too. Psychopathic. Clint had found him rummaging around when he had gotten home from a two-week absence. Staining his hide with a well-placed arrow had been easy. Doubtless the red-symbioted villain wouldn't dare to come back again. Thank God Fury hadn't called to send Clint on another mission yet. Lately the familiar ring of the phone had been coming more and more frequently. The dark-haired sharpshooter was so glad to have some time to do things that needed to be done. Laundry, cleaning the refigerator, going to the grocery store, mundane things compared to saving the world. Clint set all his suitcases down one in which his bow and uniform were neatly compressed. What to do first? He should probably get down to the post office to pick up his mail. His little mail-stocker friend Jeannie would be eager to see him. It was always fun talking to her and having a chance to explain his non-existent job as a retail chain CEO. Ever since he was a boy Clint had liked pretending. The stroll down was uneventful. Street was moderately packed as usual. Clint's flat was in a nice, secluded area; far from the big crowds of downtown. Finally he came to the grand stone building that declared in its visage, "Post Office 201". Climbing the cold stone steps, and walking through the pull-open door, the first thing that met Mr. Barton's eyes was a long line of people waiting to pick up packages. The last guy in line had heard him come in. He turned around and quipped, "I wouldn't expect any service any time soon, someone's had a bad day and we've gotta deal with it...""I'm not here for a package. Just my mail." Clint motioned to the heavy iron PO boxes in a little hall off to the right. "Thanks for the warning though." Nodding to the guy (he looked really familiar, but Clint couldn't put his finger on where he had seen him before) Clint hurried off in that direction. Clint took out his key to access the box, and found that it was nearly full. Someone, probably Jeannie, had rubber-banded everything together, though, and attached another key to the bottom of the letters. More mail in box below. Been wondering where you were, but I've been trying not to worry too much. Jeannie.Unlocking the box below, Clint pulled out the rest of his mail. Leaving the key to the second box in his, with a thank-you note scribbled on a credit card ad, Clint un-rubber banded his mail and looked through it. Near the bottom was a notification that he had a package. Thinking back, Clint remembered that he had ordered a part for the ducati the other day: a new seat. The thin polyester one on the bike didn't cut it. He was just coming out of the hall again, and he glanced back toward the line. It was one more person shorter, and the dark-haired man was still at the back. I suppose I'm going to have to go join him.
"Well, I suppose your advice was neccessary anyway." As Clint slid in line behind Keegan he stuffed his bundle of mail in his pocket. [/style]Tags: Keegan :: NYC Muse: After Surgery/10... I'm not sure if that's bad or good... Notes:It's amazing, better than I could have started. |
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Post by keegan on Jul 20, 2012 11:05:13 GMT -5
Keegan nodded to the man with a half smile and watched enviously as he wandered away from the line of people to pick up his mail. Lucky bastard... he thought, wishing so dearly that he could escape from this hell hole and collapse into his bed. While he was pondering just leaving the package for today and hoping to god there was a different person on shift tomorrow, his eyes drifted over Clint's muscular frame and his thoughts were disturbed. Hell, this guy was pretty toned, Keegan liked that a lot. In his distraction from the irritation the temperature of the room rose slightly and some of the people in front of him visably relaxed.
Finally the man at the front of the queue managed to cram his signature into the tiny box without touching the edge of the box (and she checked with a fucking ruler...like some kind of pyschopath...) The poor tortured man made a hasty escape from the building, clutching his package to his chest and shooting the other people sympathetic glances. Keegan watched him silently, almost congratulating him on getting out without having a nervous breakdown, he was pretty certain he was about to have one if things didn't move quicker. He was slightly surprised to see the good looking man heading in his direction, apparently he was stuck with the rest of them. Keegan offered him a sympathetic grin. 'I'm just sorry you're stuck here with us, it's really not fun...' He offered a hand to him, thinking he might as well make friends while he was stuck here, it wouldn't hurt, especially not with this lovely looking man. 'Keegan Slate, nice to meet you... Well sort of,' he gestured to the line and rolled his eyes. Slowly the room seemed to be thawing out, only a tiny bit but it was happening. Annoyingly though Keegan couldn't raise his skin temperature so the man would be creeped out by that. Nor could he control the flash of emotion he would feel when their skins touched, but he was long used to that, he'd learned to block it out mostly.
(Sorry for any formatting things and the speech not being in white, it's been typed up on a phone)
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Jul 20, 2012 11:53:49 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] Clint Barton [style=width:450; height:500; padding:25;text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:white; overflow:auto]Clint could feel the room's temperature go up a little and he pinpointed the source to the man in front of him. Hum. Was he more than met the eye? Or what? Clint thought about it for a second before pushing it out of his mind. No. It was nothing. It was the fact that everyone had relaxed too. People were generally warmer when there was a relaxed atmosphere. Stressed people gave a clammy, cold feel off. Clint remembered from Military School. It had been Mrs. Addlington, in anthrobiology class, eleventh grade year. His line-buddy turned around and smiled at him. "I'm just sorry you're stuck here with us, it's really not fun..." From the way the other man's eyes were, Clint got a feeling that he was checking him out. He must be gay. Not like the dark-haired sharpshooter minded. He had run across plenty of homosexual men in his lifetime, and they were no different nor worse than other people. "Naah. Don't worry about me. I've been through a lot worse, trust me. Little kids' temper tantrums, for example. So glad I'm not a checker anymore." Clint used his retail store CEO cover for a response to the man's obvious chagrin at the woman who was about to help them at the counter. The guy offered a hand to shake and introduced himself as Keegan Slate. Just like before, the name pricked at Clint's mind but he just couldn't decide wether it was something he had seen, or read, or watched before... Or heard... "I'm Clint. Clint Barton. Pleasure to meet you as well." Shaking Keegan's hand, he had to force down the urge to pull away at first contact. His hands were so cold! It was almost like he had stuck them in the snow for a few minutes before coming in to mail his package. There was absolutely no snow outside, though. Unless hekept it in his car, which was highly unlikely. "Why sort of? I'm always glad to meet new people. And you seem to be a social guy youself as well." Clint gave Keegan a smile. If Clint's gut told him right, this would be an interesting conversation. [/style]Tags: Keegan :: NYC Muse: 7/10 Notes: That's alright. Tables and formatting are sorta my thing. And I'm a bit of a freak, almost all my tabling is done on an iPod touch, so it's like a phone except a little less xD I never get why people complain about being on their phone, unless it's a dinky little trac-phone like mine... |
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Post by keegan on Jul 23, 2012 14:01:43 GMT -5
The guy had probably worked out Keegan had eyed him up, he didn't really make an effort to hide it, he wasn't ashamed. He wasn't hitting on the guy so he couldn't really complain and if he was that insecure he needed to get a grip on reality. People had more to worry about then whether the person checking them out had a dick or not. He returned the smile and got a tiny shot of Clint's confusion as they touched. 'Clint? Cool, yeah it's nice to talk but I'm not normally one for making friends in queues to collect post.' But the smile on his face was entirely genuine, this guy seemed nice, very nice.
'So you worked as a checker? God that must have been hell, you're a brave man' He said with a wink and a small laugh. A checker? Hmm.... He didn't seem like the kind.... Keegan stopped the thought there, he was probably over thinking things again. Just because he was, different, as it were, didn't mean everyone was. Of course he could fall back on his genuine profession but there were cracks he had to fill.
(Yeah, I've got a blackberry which should be ok and it's fantastic for typing but you try formatting anything in it and it just fucks it up -_- ...Btw thank you so much for that tutorial you put up, I'm still getting the hang of it and trying it out on another site before I put it up here but thanks, it's really helped!)
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Jul 26, 2012 15:43:27 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] Clint Barton [style=width:450; height:500; padding:25;text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:white; overflow:auto]Clint chuckled a bit. "Don't usually make friend like this either. But the one thing my career choice has taught me is that I need to look out for friends- and enemies too- wherever I go." Isn't that the truth? It struck him how Ironic his last line had been, and he mulled it over in his head. Yeah, being a superhero and the CEO of a popular retail chain wasn't really that different when you thought about it... Though being a hero was all about the powers, or the gadgets, and saving innocent people from death. Normal people didn't do much of that. Clint's 'job' was a bit heroic, in the sense that it helped save innocent people from the brink of starvation. But what large supermarket chain didn't do a food drive every six months or so, or offered to give money to cooperating ministries? "Yeah, I was a checker for ten-some odd years at the store I'm CEO of now, the supermarket chain Sunmart. They made me manager when it became clear I wasn't there for a short-term stint. The elderly owner died soon after and left no successor to the company. I had become head manager by then and had stored up enough just to buy everything outright. So I don't check anymore, except when our main store is understaffed. But yeah, it is hell. Moms in line think it embarrasses them enough when their kids scream in line, but they're nothing compared to us. We just keep on packing bags, though, like nothing's happening. Sometimes we'll even buy a pack of gum or something if the kid's cute enough or making a huge racket. Not to mention you get some pretty weird people around closing hours." Clint hoped he wasn't putting the man to sleep. Lying could get pretty boring sometimes, especially when the content was boring too. It had gotten sort of natural over time, too, so it was somewhat easier now, more than ever before. Sometimes he didn't have to think anymore abojut it, it just slipped out and he was telling someone about his non-existent "Job". Not like it was a flimsy cover, either. If you really looked it up, you would find that the CEO's name of his supposed 'chain' was really Clint Barton. The gov had set that one up for him. Just another thing to be grateful to Fury for. [/style]Tags: Keegan :: NYC Muse: 4/10 Notes: I've had my second gen touch for a while now, and it's always worked fine. Though I can't get some apps for it anymore because they're moving away from programming them to be compatible with the older Apple devices... No problem, glad to help. I was in your place once, but once I really got into it I realized how easy it really is. The hardest part to me now is thinking up new designs... |
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Post by keegan on Jul 27, 2012 9:14:35 GMT -5
Keegan barely noticed as another lucky soul escaped the queue and hurried out of the post office looking vaguely traumatized by the whole incident. They all shuffled a bit forward and a new voice joined the grating call of the hag behind the counter. He couldn't deny that he blanked out slightly as Clint talked about his rise to power within the store, it wasn't a place Keegan was familiar with but he wasn't one for experimenting with shopping so it was hardly surprising. He nodded to Clint, 'You've done pretty fucking well then, not many go from checker to CEO...I'm CEO of a photography company, we work mostly for magazines but recently we became connected with Out and Proud, it's been a good move, we've got a lot more well known since then.' Well Clint was giving him a little history, he should probably return the favor, however all of his was true, he just omitted the little details about being a hero. He did occasionally wish he knew someone who was a hero, just so they could share conversations about the bitch-hard time they had pretending to be normal. It did get tiring having to lie to people about what you were doing, where you'd been, why you were so cold... His mind flickered back to the man's earlier statement about friends and enemies...Something was stuck on that in his mind. Enemies was a pretty strong word to you, of course he could have meant it in an over-exaggerated way, or maybe not...Keegan had no idea for sure, only speculation.
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Jul 28, 2012 14:14:42 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] Clint Barton [style=width:450; height:500; padding:25;text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:white; overflow:auto]Keegan mentioned that he was a photographer, and that they were affiliated with Out & About. Suddenly Clint realized why he had been thinking all this time that he had seen Keegan before. "Oh! You're not just a photographer, are you? You're 'Out and About's poster boy of sorts, if I'm not mistaken. I was wondering earlier why you looked so familiar. I think that's where I've read your name, or seen your face, before." Honestly, Clint wouldn't be surprised if he didn't get an answer straight away. Keegan had lapsed into a momentary stupor. Clint narrowed his eyes a little and tried to read the other man's thoughts, like Natasha had taught him. Observe the face, and the pattern of the wrinkles, she had said. Some thought that it had been the older man who had taught the russian superspy everything, but that wasn't the case by a long shot. After all, she was a lot, lot older than him, and knew everything there was to know about stealth and disguise. Clint hadn't minded picking up the tips of the trade from her while they were partners. From her advice Clint could made a guess. If Clint wasn't mistaken, Keegan was thinking about something- something that Clint had said earlier. It immediately made the sharpshot wonder, had he picked up on the friends and enemies statement? It had been almost blaringly obvious to the sharpshot. But Keegan probably didn't even have a clue that Clint was more than a normal man, a powerfully muscled man, one that probably went to the gym to lift weights every other day, and practically lived on protein shakes. And who ran a chain of grocery stores. In any case soon Keegan's face cleared. He must have pushed the thought away. "Well, at least the line's getting shorter. I hope we don't have to wait too much longer." Clint changed the subject to something a little more mundane and would leas away from the topic of jobs. 'Cause honestly, he was getting tired of talking. Keegan hadn't said much in the first place; it had been him who had carried the conversation. [/style]Tags: Keegan :: NYC Muse: 4/10 Notes: None at the moment |
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Post by keegan on Jul 29, 2012 17:30:26 GMT -5
Keegan gave a half smile and a little 'ta-dah' with his hands as Clint worked out who he was. 'Yeah that's me, Mr Gay, Out and Proud's poster boy...' He rolled his eyes slightly but it was mostly good-natured, he was more interested in Clint. He had no idea what it was about him that made his suspicious, maybe the flicker of a shadow in his emotions when Keegan had touched him, he recognised it, he had felt it in that man he had fucked... A week ago?? He couldn't remember, anyway it had turned out he could turn into a cat at will...It was the feeling of secrets. He nodded distractedly as Clint said something rather mundane. His eyes ran over Clint's muscled body beneath his clothes and looked up at him, a playful smile on his face. 'I promise I'm not hitting on you...But you're rather fit for a CEO of a supermarket?' His eyes has flashed that unnerving silver white as he looked at Clint, a dangerous smile playing across his face. If he was wrong, if this was just a normal man then fine, Keegan could keep him quiet, he had with so many before. His hand reached out and flicked across Clints, letting him feel the icey cold of it.
(I thought it might spice things up a bit...oh and that picture of Jeremy Renner is killing me by the way :)
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Jul 30, 2012 0:32:57 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] Clint Barton [style=width:450; height:500; padding:25;text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:white; overflow:auto]Clint had been right. It wasn't often that he was. Natasha called him a spy-in-training sometimes, just to be funny, but it was more accurate than she realized. He had been used to being just a simple sharpshooter and a military man for so many years, being blatant, to the point, and direct in taking people down. A black Beret's job was to get 'em, drop in at the best point and overwhelm. So now that he was a SHIELD Agent, a superspy, a tool of secrecy and espionage, this new game of being quiet was still something he was trying to learn. At his success, Clint couldn't help but feel a glow of pleasure. Keegan didn't seem to be too pleased about the whole affair though, so Clint just chuckled at the reaction and didn't bring it up again. He could have inserted a comment about how he had been tempted a few times to become Gay but his love of women had put that out of the question. Or that he liked gay people, and that they wereno different than anybody else. Keegan was pretty radical and brave, to come out of the closet like he had. Over the past several years the world had become more and more tolerant of Homosexual people, but there were still some that comdemned it. Clint wasn't one of those horrible critics, that was for sure. He was pretty sure that the younger man wouldn't appreciate any of those comments, though. So Clint just kept his lip zipped. "I promise I'm not hitting on you..." It seemed as if Clint's thoughts were answering themselves with that phrase. "... But you're rather fit for the CEO of a supermarket?" "I'm ex-military, Black Beret actually, one four-year tour of duty with them. Ever since then I've always kept my body in tip-top condition. Don't know why exactly, habit I suspect, though." Clint shrugged and chuckled a little bit. Then he finished and shot back, "I also suspect some day that the higher-ups will pull me in and put me back on the front lines. Yeah, maybe I'm a little paranoid. Why do you keep your body in the condition you have it in?" Long ago he had noticed Keegan's physique, definitely on a skinnier frame, but nonetheless honed as well. [/style]Tags: Keegan :: NYC Muse: 8/10 Notes: Spicyyy, huzzah. And, thanks :3 I have a pretty good collection on my Photobucket account, he's the only one that has a whole folder to his name xD |
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