“Yeah yeah, I get that.” Sin replied waving a hand. “But, right now you’re in very capable hands Barton. I’ll be your eyes and ears for a while, you just relax okay?” She linked her arm with his in a familiar friendly kind of way.
“Mmmm... no, not really, I’m not a big fan of movie theaters. So, really it’s all up to you.” she gave him an inviting smile and a little nudge with her elbow. “Go on then, pick a movie, anything you’d like!” Sin said happily as they walked up to the theater’s ticket booth.
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“Dude, you need to chill a little.” Sin commented as they sat in a grassy kind of secluded area of Central Park to eat lunch. “It’s okay to relax every once in a while. Sure, you’re an Avenger, but you’re a man too and very much a human.” Sinead said it as if there were other things one could be. “You can’t be so tightly wound up all the time, it’ll be the death of you!”
Still, that little smile he gave her brightened her day just a little bit. Gave her some hope. Fury have given her special orders to try and help Clint heal just a little bit. And she was trying, one baby step at a time. Human’s were such slow creatures for their short life spans. They didn’t have enough time in life to dwell on sorrowful or painful things.
Still, that little smile he gave her brightened her day just a little bit. Gave her some hope. Fury have given her special orders to try and help Clint heal just a little bit. And she was trying, one baby step at a time. Human’s were such slow creatures for their short life spans. They didn’t have enough time in life to dwell on sorrowful or painful things.
Sin gave him a bright smile, “Both those things sound lovely. I’ll pay for the movie if you’ll buy lunch?”
This was good, if she could get him to open up a little, just a little he’d have a chance to heal. No human or Other for that matter should hold on to such grief. Though, her breed did often cause a little bit of it, Sin was never one who enjoyed it. She preferred to play with the monsters hiding in the shadows, more of a challenge, more of a thrill, they were stronger, faster, their senses sharper, but not like her’s oh no.
The world Clint knew was only a small part of what it really was.
She only hoped he remained in his and didn't step into hers.
This was good, if she could get him to open up a little, just a little he’d have a chance to heal. No human or Other for that matter should hold on to such grief. Though, her breed did often cause a little bit of it, Sin was never one who enjoyed it. She preferred to play with the monsters hiding in the shadows, more of a challenge, more of a thrill, they were stronger, faster, their senses sharper, but not like her’s oh no.
The world Clint knew was only a small part of what it really was.
She only hoped he remained in his and didn't step into hers.
Sin’s hand completely covered the bandage. “What? Nothing...”
“Hey, if you need a break I’m not going to complain or argue.” She put her hands up in a submissive gesture. If she were being honest with herself she knew she needed a break as well, being up all night and having half your blood drained took a lot out of someone even as strong and as old as her.
Sin flicked her ponytail back over her shoulder to hide the bandage. “So, Agent Barton what would you rather do instead?” She inquired leaning forward on the balls of her feet while giving him a mischievous smile and clasping her hands behind her back.
“Hey, if you need a break I’m not going to complain or argue.” She put her hands up in a submissive gesture. If she were being honest with herself she knew she needed a break as well, being up all night and having half your blood drained took a lot out of someone even as strong and as old as her.
Sin flicked her ponytail back over her shoulder to hide the bandage. “So, Agent Barton what would you rather do instead?” She inquired leaning forward on the balls of her feet while giving him a mischievous smile and clasping her hands behind her back.
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Forum: 1x1 Interest Checks
Hello! I'm Ayla, and if you've taken the time to open my thread thank you! It means a lot to me, I've been away from RPG for quite sometime and I'm trying to get back on my feet. If you're interested in playing with me then there are some things you should know:
~I prefer to play F characters, though if I REALLY like the plot or if I feel comfortable with my partner I will double.
~I prefer M/F pairings, mostly because (and the same goes to what's written above) I am a hetero female and I sympathize much easier to characters that are the same, I have no issue withe same sex pairings but it's not a strong suit of mine and again, I prefer to expand my skills with partners I'm most comfortable with.
~I like MATURE themes whether it's sex, violence or strong language. If you have a problem with it speak up I have no issue changing the "rating" of my RP's.
~It's easier to ask me what I won't write than what I will.
~I love to hear other people's ideas.
~ And LASTLY, I love it when I get long replies and try my best to return the same level of writing or even surpass it! Grammar and description can do a lot of good with a nice plot!
Okay! Now onto the idea that I'm sure you're (hopefully) interested in! If you've read this far I'd give you a cookie.
In 2045 thirty-three years after the attack on New York Tony and Pepper proudly announce their only daughter Antonya (Tonii or Toa for short) as the new CEO of Stark Industries. Blessed with the elegance (and work ethic) of her mother and the genius of her father Miss. Stark was born for the job of not only taking Pepper’s place at the top of the Company but has proven a valuable asset to the science community as well; inventing more advanced medical equipment mostly.
Preferring the solitude of her lab over press conferences and galas and of course Stark Expos, Tonii is a hard woman to find. Especially when Mr. Stark or Pepper will not give you her general whereabouts.
A woman SHIELD wants to find.
Which is fairly easy when you have Agent (Insert name here) Barton the son of SHIELD's greatest assassin team on the hunt for her. The hard part was getting her to come back with him.
Tony doesn’t want his only child running about with SHIELD Agents or even affiliated with SHIELD in away. In fact her brilliant mind was a rather well kept secret from SHIELD until she was sixteen when she invented the first fully-functional replacement heart and perfecting the programming algorithm for Nanites, for fear of them turning to her instead of himself as a weapons designer and consultant. Though, his real fear is of her becoming the new Iron Man. He hardly wanted to it himself, how could he bear the thought of his one and only daughter risking her young life in a job he could do instead?
The young Miss. Stark doesn’t want to be apart of SHIELD either and proves to be a quite stubborn and dangerous opponent for the slightly older Agent (insert name here) Barton.
In fact whoever said she didn’t have her own Iron Man suit... had lied. Because she does. And she’s not afraid to use it.
So this is an idea that came up REALLY late at night. Just as I was about to fall asleep. It all started with this one idea: What if Agents Barton and Romanoff had a kid, and Tony and Pepper had a kid and those two kids fell in love? And then it kind of grew from there.
This is strictly movieverse (in my head anyway). It will consist of Barton jr. ( age 26) trying to convince Miss. Stark (age 23) to join SHIELD. When being polite and nice gets him nowhere and then violence and espionage fails, seduction is left but what if he finds that he’s the one falling for the quiet yet spunky daughter of Iron Man? Who will be left with a broken heart when it has to end? If it ends at all.
Quite obviously I’m looking for someone to play the spawn of Agents Barton and Romanoff
The plot and what happens in it is always up for debate. I love suggestions and make an RP that is enjoyable for both of us.
Please PM if interested! ^-^
~I prefer to play F characters, though if I REALLY like the plot or if I feel comfortable with my partner I will double.
~I prefer M/F pairings, mostly because (and the same goes to what's written above) I am a hetero female and I sympathize much easier to characters that are the same, I have no issue withe same sex pairings but it's not a strong suit of mine and again, I prefer to expand my skills with partners I'm most comfortable with.
~I like MATURE themes whether it's sex, violence or strong language. If you have a problem with it speak up I have no issue changing the "rating" of my RP's.
~It's easier to ask me what I won't write than what I will.
~I love to hear other people's ideas.
~ And LASTLY, I love it when I get long replies and try my best to return the same level of writing or even surpass it! Grammar and description can do a lot of good with a nice plot!
Okay! Now onto the idea that I'm sure you're (hopefully) interested in! If you've read this far I'd give you a cookie.
In 2045 thirty-three years after the attack on New York Tony and Pepper proudly announce their only daughter Antonya (Tonii or Toa for short) as the new CEO of Stark Industries. Blessed with the elegance (and work ethic) of her mother and the genius of her father Miss. Stark was born for the job of not only taking Pepper’s place at the top of the Company but has proven a valuable asset to the science community as well; inventing more advanced medical equipment mostly.
Preferring the solitude of her lab over press conferences and galas and of course Stark Expos, Tonii is a hard woman to find. Especially when Mr. Stark or Pepper will not give you her general whereabouts.
A woman SHIELD wants to find.
Which is fairly easy when you have Agent (Insert name here) Barton the son of SHIELD's greatest assassin team on the hunt for her. The hard part was getting her to come back with him.
Tony doesn’t want his only child running about with SHIELD Agents or even affiliated with SHIELD in away. In fact her brilliant mind was a rather well kept secret from SHIELD until she was sixteen when she invented the first fully-functional replacement heart and perfecting the programming algorithm for Nanites, for fear of them turning to her instead of himself as a weapons designer and consultant. Though, his real fear is of her becoming the new Iron Man. He hardly wanted to it himself, how could he bear the thought of his one and only daughter risking her young life in a job he could do instead?
The young Miss. Stark doesn’t want to be apart of SHIELD either and proves to be a quite stubborn and dangerous opponent for the slightly older Agent (insert name here) Barton.
In fact whoever said she didn’t have her own Iron Man suit... had lied. Because she does. And she’s not afraid to use it.
So this is an idea that came up REALLY late at night. Just as I was about to fall asleep. It all started with this one idea: What if Agents Barton and Romanoff had a kid, and Tony and Pepper had a kid and those two kids fell in love? And then it kind of grew from there.
This is strictly movieverse (in my head anyway). It will consist of Barton jr. ( age 26) trying to convince Miss. Stark (age 23) to join SHIELD. When being polite and nice gets him nowhere and then violence and espionage fails, seduction is left but what if he finds that he’s the one falling for the quiet yet spunky daughter of Iron Man? Who will be left with a broken heart when it has to end? If it ends at all.
Quite obviously I’m looking for someone to play the spawn of Agents Barton and Romanoff
The plot and what happens in it is always up for debate. I love suggestions and make an RP that is enjoyable for both of us.
Please PM if interested! ^-^
Sin flicked her ponytail over her shoulder and gave him a nod of affirmation. “Yeah, but are you ready for the day? You look worse than a tooth fairy at a jello factory.” She replied fingering the white bandage slightly picking at the medical tape that held it on. “I mean it’s cool if you need a break for a day, you deserve it more than anyone I think.”
Today, she wore a pair of dark purple yoga pants, ratty well worn black chucks and a simple black tanktop. Her artistic tattoo’s looking like they needed some touching up, the ink starting to fade with age. Her blue eyes flicked around a little bit as she sucked in her bottom lip and bit down a little.
Today, she wore a pair of dark purple yoga pants, ratty well worn black chucks and a simple black tanktop. Her artistic tattoo’s looking like they needed some touching up, the ink starting to fade with age. Her blue eyes flicked around a little bit as she sucked in her bottom lip and bit down a little.
So.. Sin might have broken a few protocol’s that night. Like, no magic outside of base or missions. No alcohol if she was going to perform magic or even better no use of enchanted weapons. But, hey what else was she supposed to do? A vampy had her by the neck her silver blade was all she had.
A hand came up to the sterile white bandage that took up half her neck. The old bastard nearly took out a good sized chunk of her stark white skin. Still she cracked her knuckles and did some warm ups before Clint arrived. Her iPod attached to her hip as she blasted some The Letter Black.The heavy rock beat always got her pumped for the day, like headbanging infront of the mirror before she went out to Slipknot.
A hand came up to the sterile white bandage that took up half her neck. The old bastard nearly took out a good sized chunk of her stark white skin. Still she cracked her knuckles and did some warm ups before Clint arrived. Her iPod attached to her hip as she blasted some The Letter Black.The heavy rock beat always got her pumped for the day, like headbanging infront of the mirror before she went out to Slipknot.
Just as Sin shut her bow case her reasonably “ancient” blackberry type cell phone vibrated in her pocket. Pulling out she gave it a little smile, it was from Barton:
See you tomorrow, going home.
Quickly she responded: See you later, feathers!
Her night had just begun she a little excited skip in her step she went to put her things away and decided to have a little fun off base. The first night out for her since she had gotten coerced into joining this god awful organization. A night of freedom from this place.
A chance to go see the city nightlife, preferably some underground nightlife.
See you tomorrow, going home.
Quickly she responded: See you later, feathers!
Her night had just begun she a little excited skip in her step she went to put her things away and decided to have a little fun off base. The first night out for her since she had gotten coerced into joining this god awful organization. A night of freedom from this place.
A chance to go see the city nightlife, preferably some underground nightlife.
Sin felt positively wound down as she pulled those few arrows she shot off from the targets. So she could replace the paper for the next shooter. Her thoughts wandered toward her new teacher/partner. He seemed better towards the end of their session, lighter of heart even. Maybe all he needed was a little way to relieve some stress himself, what better way than physical exercise?
She seemed to doze off for a second a pale hand with black nail polish partially wrapped round her last arrow before she yanked it out. The dead of night had fallen and the base was quiet at least on the gym floor and she was sure on the living floor as well. Lights were dimmed and shades drawn giving the white halls a very “cliche horror movie” feel.
Like Mothman was going to jump out around the corners or something. Sin scoffed, “Mothman’s got nothin’ on me...” she mused quietly to herself as she began taking the paper targets off the stands and replacing them with new.
She seemed to doze off for a second a pale hand with black nail polish partially wrapped round her last arrow before she yanked it out. The dead of night had fallen and the base was quiet at least on the gym floor and she was sure on the living floor as well. Lights were dimmed and shades drawn giving the white halls a very “cliche horror movie” feel.
Like Mothman was going to jump out around the corners or something. Sin scoffed, “Mothman’s got nothin’ on me...” she mused quietly to herself as she began taking the paper targets off the stands and replacing them with new.
“Oh.” She said. “Well, that’s good. It’s nice to know that you weren’t going to ask that... most people do.” The fair skinned female blushed a rosy red and shot him an embarrassed smile while she rubbed the back of her neck.
They trained long and hard while at the gym and Sin even sported a few new bruises that were certainly well earned on Clint’s part and once they parted ways for the evening Sin sneaked back out through the halls from her rooms on base and to the indoor firing range. The halls were dark thankfully and her footsteps light.
To wind down she decided to shoot her bow. The white rowan wood was enchanted so that it would never break and the horsehair string was the same. Pulling her bow and handmade leather quiver from her modern rugged plastic bow case she got herself ready her hair pulled back into a ponytail so it stayed out of her face as she slung the black quiver across her back, her arrows were a mixture of modern carbon fiber with Styrofoam feathers and others were hand crafted with either stone or bone tips with either black raven’s feathers or just some hawk feathers she had found some year or so back.
One breath... she took stance, two... she knocked and drew an arrow, and three... she let it fly straight into the bull’s eye. The familiar actions soothed her, though it strained one particular bruise between her shoulder blades where her back had hit the ground too hard from sparring with Clint earlier that day.
They trained long and hard while at the gym and Sin even sported a few new bruises that were certainly well earned on Clint’s part and once they parted ways for the evening Sin sneaked back out through the halls from her rooms on base and to the indoor firing range. The halls were dark thankfully and her footsteps light.
To wind down she decided to shoot her bow. The white rowan wood was enchanted so that it would never break and the horsehair string was the same. Pulling her bow and handmade leather quiver from her modern rugged plastic bow case she got herself ready her hair pulled back into a ponytail so it stayed out of her face as she slung the black quiver across her back, her arrows were a mixture of modern carbon fiber with Styrofoam feathers and others were hand crafted with either stone or bone tips with either black raven’s feathers or just some hawk feathers she had found some year or so back.
One breath... she took stance, two... she knocked and drew an arrow, and three... she let it fly straight into the bull’s eye. The familiar actions soothed her, though it strained one particular bruise between her shoulder blades where her back had hit the ground too hard from sparring with Clint earlier that day.
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