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LET THEM KNOW WE
WONT BACK DOWN
a marvel/dc roleplay
I Got Your Back • Lady Liberty/Danii
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Jul 8, 2012 11:40:05 GMT -5
}-Hawkeye-->>>As he stepped off the airliner, Clint Barton flexed his cramped-up arms. Boy, it felt so good to be out of that cramped cabin. He and a close friend, Danii Washington (codenamed Lady Liberty) had started out in San Francisco, California, where the SHIELD helicarrier had dropped them off, and somehow survived the ten-hour flight between the coastal mecca and the nation's capitol. A five-timezone, ocean-to-ocean flight took a lot out of you, not to mention being in a small, cramped space with barely no leg room and millions of other people crammed in. Clint could deal with the Helicarrier and the rest of the SHIELD ships, but how people stood the numb feeling in their legs after a trip in a Boeing 747, Hawkeye knew he would probably never figure out. This was the kind of thing that increased his fear of heights. He had that under control, though, so almost no one could tell, even if they really observed his every movement for the whole time they were in the air.
However that wasn't all there was to be puzzled about. The other question running rampant through his mind was why Fury had sent him and another agent to DC as normal people (albeit with fake alibis) with the commission to investigate a new ring of crime that had sprung up in the District of Columbia. Nick Fury knew full-well that Clint and Danii could have just showed up in full uniform and done the job in half the time. Clint loved the man dearly, but sometimes he doubted the big guy's plans.
But none of these things weren't worthy of being mulled over now. Orders were orders, and Clint was here now. His bow and uniform were compressed neatly into the briefcase held in his hand and he had already gotten a few compliments on the sharp black suit and tux he wore.
Comparing the height of the door to the height of Miss Liberty, Clint turned around, and offered his hand cordially to the pretty blonde behind him. "Danii, you'll have to duck your head about half a foot." His tone was as warm as a bright summer's day. He and Danii were just posing as fianceés at the moment, but that didn't mean that the twinge to Clint's tone was fake. He had grown to love the tall blonde SHIELD agent like a sister since the day that they had been introduced on the helicarrier. "Be careful, babe. I'd hate for you to smack your head."
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Post by Danii "LadyLiberty" Washington on Jul 9, 2012 23:15:47 GMT -5
 [style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] 453 WORDS FOR HAWKEYEJet lag, its evil. Eviiiil You're such a strange girl
I think you come from another world [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;][style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Standing, Danii was attempting to stretch her poor cramped legs, crack her back and rub her sore neck all at the same time. The flight was, simply put, total and utter murder. Honestly why did they have to fly coach on this little tin can, packed like sardines together? Oh yeah incognito. The blonde didn't understand why they didn't get dropped in guns ablazing, literally in her case, and simply close up the shop with enough time to catch the last tour of the White House for the day. In fact, after they were done with this whole mess, Clint was totally being dragged around the capital whether he wanted to or not. Right now though, she was just happy the plane ride was over. A baby had been wailing in the not so distant distance, and the guy to her left had no concept of personal space so she spent about eight of the ten hours of the flight all but sitting in Clint's lap just to keep away from the other man because she was supposed to be a regular citizen and regular citizens didn't punch other regular citizens in the face for being creepy and way too close for comfort, especially on a ten our cross country flight. Pushing her dark sunglasses back up the bride of her nose Danii carefully grabbed the heavy locked carry on from the above compartment, lovingly holding the case that had her babies. The guns were trigger locked, unloaded, and safely in the case, but it paid to be careful no matter what. Stretching her legs to try and relieve the burning cramping in her calves the woman smoothed out her pretty white dress and quickly followed after her partner. Her lips quirked into her signature smile as she took his hand, giggling just the slightest bit as he helped her out, yes she was rather tall, and the red heels she was wearing didn't help help the matter, "Aww thanks hunny," Stooping low she made sure to not hit her head on the low frame and twined the fingers of her free hand with his, remembering that they were posing as a newly engaged couple. "Our hotel is ten blocks away, the Henley Park Hotel," She was swinging their hands in a carefree manner, even as she leaned in like she was whispering something adorable into his ear, "What next, wanna drop our stuff off and do some reconnaissance of the area? Or wanna just have a seat somewhere and wait for the jet lag to wear off?" Because the jet lag really was murder at that point, she could already feel the headache starting up. |
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Jul 10, 2012 18:34:13 GMT -5
}--Hawkeye--> "Not a problem. Anything for you." Clint grinned and interlaced his fingers with hers. Taking a glance around at the dark smoggy sky of DC, he thought about what to do next. He really felt like going to the hotel and letting their jet lag wear off, but he knew that actually doing something would make it leave a lot faster.
Mapping out the city in his head, he thought about the last time he had been here- on a mission to take down another crime ring. Inwardly, Clint chuckled. Suppose what comes around, goes around. He couldn't help but wonder if it would be as dangerous as it had been last time. That whole last DC mission had been a disaster until the end. They got the perps, but Clint had nearly lost his life from several gunshot wounds. The doctors had given him less than a twenty percent chance od survival, but if anything, Clint was a fighter.
Turning his attention back to his partner, he glanced her over and nodded. Danii played her part well; she was the perfect giggling, blonde, devoted-forever kind of fianceé at the moment. It made Clint really glad to have such a great friend and partner.
She mentioned the hotel they were gonna be staying at and Clint nodded. "Yes, The Henley. The travel agent made it sound as if it was the best we could find in the whole world."
As she reached up to whisper sweet nothings in his ear he turned and leaned down a bit, if it was possible making his smile even wider. But he knew what this was all about. "I was thinking we stop back at the hotel, change quick, and see if the boss kept his promise about our rides."
Nick Fury had promised them that he would leave Clint's superbike and one vehicle of Danii's choice (Clint hadn't stuck around to find out what) in an abandoned cellar nearby the Henley. After all, they couldn't fly nor cover large distances in a single bound.
"Figure the jet lag will wear off a lot faster if we're actually doing something exciting."
Tags: Devi :: Danii/Lady Liberty :: Washington DC
Word Count: 357
Muse: 8/10- getting better ^^ though the posts are getting a bit shorter.
Notes: None at the moment
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Post by Danii "LadyLiberty" Washington on Jul 19, 2012 13:30:08 GMT -5
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] 400 WORDS FOR HAWKEYEI like making bets You're such a strange girl
I think you come from another world [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]"Aww, your just too sweet," She cuddled up to him playfully, grinning as she did so because honestly, she was just having too much fun with their 'engaged couple' cover. No Danii didn't think of Clint in that way, in fact she saw him more like family then anything else, but Danii was always the happy touchy sort when it came to a relationship and she figured she may as well play on that to make it look realistic. No matter what it was, she always took her job quite seriously, and hey, at least Clint was a looker, no denying that.
"It's supposed to have a real nice view of the Capital Building, so that should be fun," Still swinging their hands along as they walked, not minding any stares she was getting from the people around them. Danii nodded at his whispers, "Sound's like a plan then," The pretty blonde couldn't wait to see the car, she had always wanted to get her hands on that particular lovely piece of machinery, "I totally asked for a Bugatti Veyron, by the way, and no you can't drive it," The last part was added in afterthought, along with sticking her tongue out at him, because the Bugatti was said to be the most powerful car ever, hitting sixty two miles an hour in two point five seconds, "I figured having something with some real power under the hood would be a good idea, in case we gotta run someone down," Criminals, the were always such flighty sorts.
"Your logic is flawed sir," Danii poked him in the side, "Sleeeeeep and food is what gets a person over jet lag, ad I'm not just saying that cause I just wanna curl up in a ball somewhere and play dead," She laughed, smiling inconspicuously as she did so, "But anyway, what do ya think, drugs, political radicals, or just straight up assholes?" She tilted her head, looking around from behind her sunglasses as they walked out of the air conditioned airport and into the mid day heat, "Fifty says it's political radicals," Danii put the bet on the proverbial table with a grin before pushing a loose strand of hair from her face, "Good Lord it's hot, had to pick the middle of a heat wave to send us out here," [/style] |
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Jul 20, 2012 10:39:02 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true] Hawkeye  [style=width:450; height:500; padding:25; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:white; overflow:auto] "Well, I suppose we'll find out about the view when we get there, huh?" He knew she couldn't see, but he was good at describing things. He let his arm go limp as she swung it. He would have helped her swing it but she was doing fine on her own. The stares they were getting from people as they walked into the crowds were mostly ones of admiration and boredness. Clint liked the feeling he got when the people around him couldn't see through his and Danii's cover and really believed they were fianceés. Everyone probebly thought that they were a good-looking couple, and pleasantly happy too: a change from the usually-bickering couples that you saw mostly nowadays. Like Clint's parents had been, to a varying degree. Clint couldn't help but chuckle at her quip about the Bugatti. "Naah. I've become too attached to my Ducati in the past few days. I'm not even interested in driving the car. Though it might turn out differently, we'll have to see."Yeah, the Bugatti was supposed to be the most powerful car in the world, but it wasn't as maneuverable as his superbike was. Clint could easily outrun the car in a traffic jam, or even in a lightly-crowded street, mostly because he could just shoot down a path as the crow flies. Danii would have to dodge cars. But in the case of an open highway, the Veyron would be the victor every time. That is, unless Danii took it easy on the speed. Which wasn't all that likely to happen. "I'm glad you chose the car though, you're right, the Veyron is so much faster than my bike. If we have a faster vehicle and a narrower vehicle, no way any perp would be able to escape.""Your logic is flawed sir. Sleeeeeep and food is what gets a person over jet lag, ad I'm not just saying that cause I just wanna curl up in a ball somewhere and play dead." If it hadn't been for the poke in the side, Clint wouldn't have had to work so hard to keep his laughter in this time. "I think you're right in the realm of women." He cocked an eyebrow playfully. "But men, well, we like action. Gets our jumpiness out, blood running through our veins, stuck there from the constant mode of stillness we were forced to undergo."Clint didn't have any glasses on, just his business suit and a nice airy fedora. He met her eyes, or what he could see of her eyes behind her sunglasses. "All of the above and more, if my gut instinct is right. It wouldn't be fair to bet the fifty on it. Crime rings are so much more complicated than I think you realize." Dude, outside was like a frying pan! they stepped outside and the couple layers that Clint had on began to make him sweat. Luckily he still had the fedora on so he could tilt his head forward and protect his face from the sun, but that exposed the back of his neck to the elements. Danii's statement made him chuckle again, but it rang true in his mind. "Good Lord it's hot, had to pick the middle of a heat wave to send us out here.""You got that right." As they approached the curb, the first thing that Clint could think in the way of relief from the heat was a nice, cool taxi. "I'll pay the cabbie extra to flip on the air conditioning, if he hasn't already." Clint vpiced the idea mostly to himself. Still holding Danii's hand, with his other he reached up and hailed a passing vacant cab. It saw him and pulled over. Motioning to Danii to get in first, Clint crawled in after her. "The Henley, please." He said to the driver as he turned around to look at them. " 'ye got it, bruthah." The guy had a thick Brooklyn accent. He turned around and sliding back into traffic, maneuvered deftly through the midday crowd at the airport. Clint settled in next to Danii. "I'll let you rest for a little while when we get to the hotel, if you want." He had decided to let her choose. After all, she was the one who was more fragile than he. Tags: Devi ::Danii/Lady Liberty :: Washington DC
Word Count: 722
Muse: 7/10- Pretty good, especially since I'm still hurting from surgery.
Notes: fInal table! Promise! |
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Post by Danii "LadyLiberty" Washington on Jul 23, 2012 21:21:24 GMT -5
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] 484 WORDS FOR HAWKEYEthese two, theyre fun You're such a strange girl
I think you come from another world [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]"You and the crotch rocket," She laughed, "If you love it so much, why don't you marry that instead?" Danii couldn't help but tease, attempting to put on a jealous pout that broke in the matter of seconds as she couldn't help but laugh. It was a good bike, and bikes always made weaving through traffic easier, but storage space for her mini arsenal of guns was always a must, so Danii always preferred a car. That and she didn't like the idea of having to be scraped off the blacktop with a squeegee if something went too terribly wrong, "Course not," There was a seriousness to her tone for the moment, "With us around, it doesn't matter if we're on a scooter, they ain't gettin' away," They were here for a job, and they would of course do it well.
"Not in the realm of women, in the realm of people that do their homework," She rolled her eyes, no doubt he couldn't see it behind the dark shades, but her demeanor just said it for her, "If ya say so though Mr. Big Hunk of Manly Man," Danii said with the sweetest teasing grin she could muster, still swinging their hands as they walked because that was just too much fun. The blonde didn't really know what went into a loving marriage, she had never actually seen a long lasting marriage since her mother died during childbirth, and her dad never really tried again after that. But she figured that people were always happy right? And it wasn't hard for her to smile as they walked.
"I think maybe you're givin' them too much credit," Her bottom lip stuck out slightly in disagreement, "Motive always boils down to an inability to work with the system, they're disgruntled. Either with a lack of money, or with a dislike of the government, its just that some have better organization skills then others," Criminals were criminals, it would be wrong to call them all idiots, but motives weren't always so hard to figure out, unless the criminal was really, honest to god insane. But if that was the case then that was a totally different ball game.
The woman nodded, air conditioning, that sounded just utterly amazing at the moment, in the time it took for them to walk to the curb, she had all but started sweating, "The way you act, one would think you were the one with gamma laced genes," Danii couldn't help but poke him again, sticking her tongue out at him, "I'm good to go when you are, even in this dress," The white dress she was wearing was pretty, but impractical, either way though she could show Clint just how much ass she could kick in it if that's what it came down to. [/style] |
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Jul 30, 2012 9:12:14 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true] Hawkeye [style=width:450; height:500; padding:25; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:white; overflow:auto] "You know that the "Crotch Rocket" couldn't even compete with you for a slot in my heart." Clint rolled his eyes a bit and couldn't help but chuckle. "It was a comparison to the Bugatti. Silly."He just gave a curt nod to her next statement. They had never let SHIELD, nor Director Fury down, they wouldn't now. At this point in their careers, it was either "Do or Die", which was scary- very scary sometimes. Clint had ben pulled out of his Black Beret division ten years ago, coming up on eleven. Sometimes he still felt as if he was still learning about being a government agent in comparison to being a soldier, and doubted that he was making sufficient progress, but he tried his best and no one had ever complained. "Not in the realm of women, in the realm of people that do their homework. If ya say so though Mr. Big Hunk of Manly Man." Clint turned a bit pink as he snorted in laughter. "Sorry." Taking out a kleenex from his back pocket he turned away for a second to rub his nose. "Big manly man. I don't think you've ever called me a name that fits better. I've never liked homework, you know that, right? Or was that a random topic that just never came up in conversation?"Oh. Clint couldn't help but think, when Danii went into her thinking-look- with the lip and everything. She always manages to pull off the cutest faces."I think maybe you're givin' them too much credit. Motive always boils down to an inability to work with the system, they're disgruntled. Either with a lack of money, or with a dislike of the government, its just that some have better organization skills then others,""I disagree. There are other reasons for that, too many to name. Like a son taking over the father's business. Yeah maybe that reason, inability to work, is prevelant around here but it's not a one common one anywhere else." Yes, it would be wrong to label them all iditots. In all truth, they weren't. They were clever, and crafty. One had to outwit them by sheer skill sometimes, and it could take months to catch one. "Or am I missing the point here?" He added quickly. "What makes you say that?" Clint honestly was kinda confused by Danii's remark about his genes. Yeah he could be crazy sometimes, but generally he kept a level head, and everything in perfect order. All the way down to his compartmentalized quiver. But there was no room for error there, either. No risking a wrong shaft or a legitimate arrow when he needed the other. "Naah. I would never let you go out hunting in that dress. And I think I'll let the woman's idea through this time. After all, this is an assignment and you're the one with the Veyron. We'll rest for a little while before going. Not to mention a nap does sound good."Tags: Devi ::Danii/Lady Liberty :: Washington DC
Word Count: 500
Muse: 8/10-
Notes: zeyz arez funz... Reallyz funz. Though I've been slow lately. |
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Post by Danii "LadyLiberty" Washington on Aug 3, 2012 17:38:47 GMT -5
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] 695 WORDS FOR HAWKEYE8) You're such a strange girl
I think you come from another world [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]"Aww, aint you the sweetest guy around," Her voice was more singsong, the type of tone that was swiftly followed by a pinch of the cheek, but she was sure that as funny as it would have been, Clint wouldn't have appreciated it very much. Instead she settled for giving him the cheesiest grin she could muster, "The Bugatti should be held in the highest of regards my good sir, and any words against it will be used against you later, when you want to cuddle," A laugh left her on that one, she was only joking of course, as they had a decidedly more platonic thing between them that she wouldn't change for the world. But goodness did she like to joke like there was something actually there between them.
She rolled her eyes, though she knew he wouldn't be able to see it from behind her sunglasses, laughing either way, "Well alright, I'll just call you that from now on, sound like a plan?" Danii asked, poking at his side to punctuate the question. She would too, the blonde would seriously add that to her everyday speech, in fact she was going to do it either way because it was too much fun to pass up, "Are ya kiddin? Didn't need to come up in conversation, you just don't seem like the homework type," Danii chuckled, "Buuuuut that's what I'm here for I guess, someone has to be the brains of the outfit," She made it a point to say it as flippantly as possible, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she spoke to prove that was just a joke, Clint was a smart guy, no too ways about that.
"Maybe, granted, I suppose it could depend on the person....or crime ring that is," Hm, food for thought, she was making that face again without meaning to, "But my experience has always been just that, or maybe I aint givin' them enough credit? I don't know, I guess maybe I find it's easier to think it boils down to somethin' basic like that," Maybe that's what it was, "As long as we don't make the mistake of callin'em stupid right? That's when things get dangerous," Danii shook her head, "Anyway, we'd probably drive ourselves insane trying to figure them out, that's what shrinks are paid for, we get the fun job of punching them in the face,"
In reality, no matter how dangerous and life and limb threatening her job became, she loved it and couldn't image doing anything else with her life. Mainly because it was all she had ever really known, but that was a moot point, she was sure people could tell how much she loved her job just by how hard she tried at it, always on call, always ready to go running head first into the line of fire if the go ahead was handed down to her, "Eh? Nevermind," She waved him off, looking out the window as everything moved past, always enamored with the sites of their nations capital, she never could get enough of the place, "Sounds like a party then, a nap really does seem like it'd do the body good, though I'm not gonna say I told ya so on the subject, Mr. Big Hunk of Manly Man,"
Danii was fiddling with the locks on the case that her beloved guns were currently stored in, it felt weird to not have the weighted feeling of strong, reassuring steel pressing against her skin, as the holsters were always small and as unexposed as possible. When the cab finally stopped in front of the hotel, Danii slipped the driver some cash and slipped out, sticking her tongue out at Clint and smoothing out her dress before walking inside and stepping up to the reception desk for their room key, "Keep up Manly Man!" The blonde called back with a laugh and let herself into the room, "Dibs on the bathroom!" And with that she had locked the door and gone to shower and change. [/style] |
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Aug 3, 2012 18:45:20 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true] Hawkeye [style=width:450; height:500; padding:25; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:white; overflow:auto] "I wasn't bashing on the Veyron either." Clint rolled his eyes sarcastically and let his smile fill his face as he turned to glance out the window. "You have nothing on me, but when we're alone I'll be on your back the whole time about my Crotch Rocket." Luckily Danii had a business partner that had an equal sense of humor in this area of things, and a willingness to use it. If Clint had been any more of a prude, he wouldn't havr taken this job, and would definitely not be joking around with Danii like this. However he loved pretending and throwing around risqué phrases, too. It was almost like roleplaying, kinda. Aw great. New nicknames. "Alright, you can call me that. As long as its not proceeded by 'Late to Dinner', or a set of swear words." He laughed despite his chagrin. It was Danii though, he could bear it. But he swore that if she used it in combat, in front of some villain guy that then dared to stalk his movements for the rest of his life... she would probably find herself out of SHIELD, or worse. His feelings weren't harbored, thank goodness, though, for long. Promptly he forgot all about it as she made her thinking face again. "No, can't call them stupid." Clint admitted. "I've met my share of sly, intelligent criminals. Take Loki. He may have a mind like a 'Bag of Cats', Quoting Bruce Banner, I think, but he's got a brain behind that." With that he let his attention float out the window again, missing everything Danii said until they got to the hotel. Unconsciously he tapped his finger on the door of the cab. A nervous tick he had posessed all his life, the habit could be annoying at times. But most didn't mind. It was the way he slept that really freaked people out. And, all of a sudden he was tired. Really tired. He was in a war with himself wether to crash on the bed, or in a chair like he usually did. He figured for Danii that he would probably drag out the cot and fall asleep on it. Yeah. That sounded alright. Danii handed over the money and kicked the door of the cab open. This pulled him out of his stupor. Right behind her, he crawled across and out of her side. Almost on impulse, the tongue she gave him got a response that no one would have expected: a roll of the eyes and a returning of the gesture. It was all in good fun, of course. "Right behind ya, speedster, jeez!" He truly was right behind her as they checked in and rode the elevator to their floor and room. He took off his hat the moment they stepped into the room. Of course she called the bathroom immediately. But that was fine with Clint. "Fine With Me." As soon as she disappeared into it, he opened his briefcase to reveal a dark gray tee shirt. Thankful, he took off the suit top and put it on, listening all the time for his partner. He wished that he could just go without, but this was Danii- he didn't know how she'd take it. Going to the closet, he opened it and was thankful again to see a cot there. To anyone less extraordinary than Clint it would have been heavy but it was nothing for him to drag it out into the room. They might e pretending to be fianceés, but that didn't mean they were going to sleep together. Unless she really wanted it, which he doubted. Tags: Devi :: Danii/Lady Liberty :: Washington DC
Word Count: 608
Muse: 8/10- Most of my stuff is Vash muse right now, but that's alright ^^
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Post by Danii "LadyLiberty" Washington on Aug 7, 2012 15:11:17 GMT -5
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] 501 WORDS FOR HAWKEYEfffft yes, you so should, it's like the most epic headcanon evvvver You're such a strange girl
I think you come from another world [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Danii tossed him a glance, "Aw come on, you could at least pretend to be paying attention," Not that she really minded. More like busting his chops then anything else, because the blonde didn't particularly mind when people tuned her out. She had a bad habit of doing that to everyone else as it stood, or at least she did whenever she wasn't working. The funny part though? She was sure he wasn't paying attention to that when she said it either, "My boobs are pretty amazing right?" Now she was just being a pain in the ass, seeing what she could get away with saying in his direction, and that was why people payed attention to her these days.
She didn't think he ever actually caught that, which was just fine with her because she just wouldn't tell him what she was giggling about, "Speedster, naahhh your just a slow poke," Danii said with a laugh, whistling along with the tune playing in the elevator as they rode it up. Elevator music was the single most terrible thing on the planet but at the same time she found it pretty catchy and it was best to go with it then fight that particular flow, least her head explode or something.
When she finally slipped into the bathroom though, there was a sigh of relief. The flight had been long and cramped and a good hot shower sounded like the single greatest thing in the face of the planet right now. Even though she wanted to spend the next hour standing in the hot spray coming from the shower head like a gift from above for her tired, cramped muscles, she knew it wouldn't be fair in case Clint needed to use the bathroom for whatever reason. Drying herself off, Danii slipped into a pair of shorts and an old worn out tee shirt, wrapped her hair in a towel and walked out, "Dude that thing looks totally uncomfortable," Danii said, motioning to the cot he had dug up, "As long as you aint a spooner feel free to take the bed,"
Danii wasn't bothered by the idea, she would probably just build a wall of pillows between them anyways, "I mean, I'm sure I can trust ya to keep yourself to yourself right?" Danii laughed, running a brush through her hair before tying it back, "And don't worry, I aint gonna try to seduce you either, your cute, but your too much like my brother man. I know thats probably very hard to hear," Danii patted him on the shoulder, a look of mock sorrow on her face as she playfully teased him. Everyone probably already knew she was holding a torch for someone else anyways, even if she tried to play it off like she didn't have a crush on one certain star spangled man. [/style] |
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Aug 14, 2012 21:49:49 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true] Hawkeye [style=width:450; height:500; padding:25; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:white; overflow:auto] "It's not. I've slept on harder things." Clint dropped down on the cot, and luckily it took his weight no problem. There was a little mattress in the closet for it, but he never liked soft things. His bed at home didn't even have box springs, just a simple mattress. It just wasn't Clint's thing. Maybe a habit leftover from his days as a Black Beret. "Ahh, I'm too old for you." He added as an afterthought to Danii's Spooner comment. a low chuckle escaped his lips. There was only a four-year difference between them. "Better if I not tempt myself." Clint was not going to repeat what happened last time he slept with a girl, with no intentions of really sleeping with her... or so he thought. It was an open wound in his mind, one that made him wince when Fury had mentioned pretending fiancees with Danii. It had been a friend, one that he had been seriously dating for about a half year, and one that he didn't care to identify. He had loved her a lot. But the day after she had dumped him. And she had been the one who insisted he sleep with her in the first place. He had told himself he wasn't going to do anything physically serious. Yeah... He wasn't the proudest. He didn't want to make Danii not proud of herself either, so he thought it was best that he not share the bed. "It's not you, I wouldn't even think of that. I'm just afraid of me." He said honestly. If he defiled her he would never forgive himself. It was not like he doubted that she was a virgin. He knew she wasn't, she had heard stories about her and Deadpool. It was just that... He had shipped her. With Cap. It made him smile whenever he saw them together. He had seen it coming for a long time. It was obvious that the two adored each other. Clint had never been much for pairing, or even paying attention to the pairings of the day, but he couldn't help himself there. Tags: Devi :: Danii/Lady Liberty :: Washington DC
Word Count: 353
Muse: 8/10
Notes: Ups, the downsides to quoting. Aanywayys... |
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I Pledge Allegiance
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Post by Danii "LadyLiberty" Washington on Aug 28, 2012 13:28:46 GMT -5
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] 454 WORDS FOR HAWKEYEyay friendship 8I < 3 You're such a strange girl
I think you come from another world [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]"But the wrinkles are what I'm really attracted to!" She flashed him a good natured grin, she really only saw him in a brotherly light, attractive fellow or not. Danii just found the banter between them to be too much fun, which was why she was constantly verbally poking at the man, though she never meant any malice with any of her words, Clint was just a very very good friend that she couldn't imagine not having in her life in one way or another. Walking past him the blonde all but jumped into bed, stretching and letting out a deep heavy sigh, feeling her joints cracking.
Goodness that felt amazing after that painfully long and unbelievably cramped plane ride. Pushing herself up so she was sitting, Danii surveyed the man across from her for a moment from behind her sunglasses, brows furrowing together slightly. She wasn't sure what was going on in her partners mind at the moment, but whatever it was, it was weighing on him heavily and she worried in a very sisterly sort of way, "You alright there Clint?" She was perched on the edge of the bed now, leaned over to pat his shoulder tenderly.
"It's alright, you're a really good friend Clint, like, I can't imagine not having you around to banter with and use as a guinea pig for my weird baking projects," Danii gave him a smile, "I wouldn't want anything to ruin that, I would honestly rather push you out of the bed, then let anything ruin that alright?" She would have to, at the moment of any funny business, he would have been shoved out of bed, end of story, "So I'm just sayin' if that thing gets uncomfortable, your welcome to that side over there," The woman motioned to the other side of the bed, "Cause your my buddy and I'd feel bad if you woke up with back pain,"
Danii scooted back up the bed, grabbing her phone from where she had placed it on the bed table, "Anyway, nap? I'll set the alarm for a few hours from now, and then we get up and go kick some ass and take a few names, sound like a party?" She flashed him a grin, setting the alarm and putting the phone back on the table, before grabbing a pillow and tossing it over to him, "Have a pillow at least," Danii slipped under the blankets, gave him a few minutes to get himself comfortable on his cot before turning off the light, putting her glasses safely on the table, and sighed, curling into the blankets and trying to will herself to sleep. [/style] |
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Oct 1, 2012 0:40:55 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true] Hawkeye [style=width:450; height:500; padding:25; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:white; overflow:auto]Clint laughed. "Should I take that as a compliment? Now that's a puzzle." It was true, he was beginning to get wrinkles. He preferred to call them laugh lines though, that made it sound a lot nicer and younger. They collected around his eyes and made him look about maybe five or ten years older than he was. Still it didn't really matter. No one would notice, except for maybe the really out there villain that made a joke out of it. Then Clint had full permission to whip his baddie buttocks, which would be done in short order. "You alright there, Clint?" It took her voice to snap him out of his thoughts again. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Something that happened a long time ago. It's not important enough for you to worry about." Clint knew that even if he tried to explain it to her she would bever understand the pain. Danii was the type of woman who lived life without bounds, testing to see how close she could get to the edge of the cliff before fallibg off. She did everything she wanted with no regrets. It must have been nice. Clint never showed it but he carried major baggage around. He could hold grudges for years. Everything was perfectly filed in his brain. As a result, he was especially easy to hurt, and very vulnerable to false love. "Thank you for being a worrywart." He was genuinely glad. Everyone he had met at SHIELD had been good friends to him. As evidence of this, she leaned over and put a hand on his shoulder. Clint's tenseness disappeared. "Oh, Danii, what would I ever do without you." He had kinda suspected that to ne her answer. She was the kind of girl who would just up and push Clint out of bed. At the mention of being used as a guinea pig for her random baking experiments, Clint grinned. Some had been good, others bad, The rest ugly. But no matter how much salt she mistakenly used in her trail mix cookies, he would always bear with it. He felt himself getting sleepy, and knew that Danii was too, so it was natural that he agreed with her on just napping. "Sounds good to me." He nodded at Danii's plan. Sleep was calling. "Oh, sure, I'll take the pillow." Effortlessly he caught it. He tried to settle down as normally as he could before she flipped off the light. It didn't take her long to start snoring. Once he was sure she was asleep, Clint quickly and quietly sat up against the wall, put the pillow comfortably behind his head. Seconds later he was out- staring straight ahead, eyes open. Tags: Devi ::Danii/Lady Liberty :: Washington DC
Word Count: 453
Muse: 8/10
Notes: I'z not forget headcanon, whee~ |
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Post by Danii "LadyLiberty" Washington on Oct 22, 2012 0:56:20 GMT -5
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] 430 WORDS FOR HAWKEYEheadcanon is made of such win You're such a strange girl
I think you come from another world [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]She had been having a very nice sleep, to be completely honest, one of those really good deep ones where if you were dreaming you didn't even know it. Just a deep dead sleep of a person who was really more tired then she let on to begin with. It was definitely great, and though it felt like minutes had passed, it was actually a few hours since she had fallen asleep when she was awoken from the deep, happily undisturbed up to that point sleep, because she regrettably, needed to use the bathroom. Goodness she hated when that happened.
Stumbling out of bed Dani tried her best not to make a sound as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, at least she didn't have to turn the light on and thus wouldn't have to wake her roommate. Yawning into the back of her hand Danii went to step past Clint and happened to tilt her head just right to catch him sitting up right and with eyes wide open. The blonde stared for a total of five seconds before she yelped and stepped back, caught totally off guard by that, "Clint what the fuck man?!" Who did that? Who slept with their eyes open? She waved the man off and stepped into the bathroom, came out a moment later after washing her hands and gave the man a look.
That had seriously scared the ever loving crap out of her. Rubbing her eyes again as she sat back down on the bed Danii happened to glance at her cell and catch the time, the alarm would be ringing in another five minutes, no point in trying to get back to bed now, "Well Clint, may as well get ready, alarm was gonna be goin' off soon anyway," Danii put her sunglasses on before flicking the light on for Clint, "Lemme go change and all that," It didn't take long for her to take a quick shower, change into her SHIELD suit and twist her hair into a bun, "Suit up broski, we got some bad guys to beat up," Danii said in a mock terminator voice as she pulled the suitcase with the guns from the side of the bed. Putting the guns together she slipped the clips in with the telltale click looking them over as she waited for Clint to finish getting ready. [/style] |
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Nov 12, 2012 22:44:36 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true] Hawkeye [style=width:450; height:500; padding:25; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:white; overflow:auto]Clint had hoped to go without dreaming, but unfortunately he wasn't that lucky. He rarely went a nap or night without dreaming, which was odd because almost no one would consider him a dreamer in real life. A CAT Scan a few years ago had revealed an overreactive subconcious- something that had shocked the doctors, too. No one could give an explanation, but Clint knew that it was because of his parents. They had... special talents. No one but a few knew that about his mom and dad. Why they were so violent in their scramble to get away from each other, after they had discovered their differences. It was a memory that would haunt Clint forever. In his dream, Clint was standing in the middle of a warzone, like what he had experienced in Afghanistan before getting out of the Black Berets. Millions upon millions of scared soldiers flooded around him. Clint felt that if he took a single step, he would be swallowed up in the crowd. By a miracle, all made room for him, leaving him a teardrop-shaped clearing to stand in. Then, in another instant, he blinked, and everyone was gone. There were hundreds of dead bodies on the ground. In all the blood, there stood out a black catsuit, and locks of blonde hair. "Danii?" he thought desperately, and jumped down, getting his boots all red. She was laying there on the ground, sightless eyes ahead, lost to the cosmos. All Clint could do there was cry. How could have this happened to her, and why her, not him? She deserved it more. She was taller. People liked her more. She was married- well, semi, to Deadpool. But everyone had always shipped her with Captain America. A scream jolted him from the red-stained nightmare. "Clint what the f*ck man?!""What? What?" He asked the air, before he had even caught sight of a scared, confused, and disbelieving Danii Washington. Clint sighed and slumped back. Oh, Man, she must have seen him sleeping with his eyes open. It was alright when he was alone, but when he was in the same room as other people, it was so embarrassing, especially if the other was an early riser, earlier than Clint himself anyway. "I'm sorry Danii, I can't help it though... It's always been the way I sleep." She wandered off to wash her hands, and Clint scooted forward to the edge of the cot. His back hurt a little from having sat up straight too long, and he had to pop it. "Well Clint, may as well get ready, alarm was gonna be goin' off soon anyway. Lemme go change and all that, Suit up broski, we got some bad guys to beat up."She had a point. "Alright." While Danii showered and everything Clint turned toward the corner, grabbing his fresh change of clothes from his suitcase and pulling off his shirt first. He was ready about when she was, bow, arrows, pistols, everything. He had only to put his cellphone in his pocket before he was ready and willing to go. "Let's do this." He nodded toward the door. "Ladies first."Tags: Devi ::Danii/Lady Liberty :: Washington DC
Word Count: 528
Muse: 7/10
Notes: Fixed all the broken picture links, and word counts :D It was beginning to bug me... This post is long overdue |
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