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Interested!
I don't want to cause an argument or be a bother or anything, but I sort of agree with Odin here, I don't really see how a hairstyle can make anyone less manly or anything...
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8 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
I'm possibly interested, depends on the plot.
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Please make this happen! Then he can be our resident Question/Rorschach pastiche.
I totally would, but at Julien's height I think he'd end up looking more like Bugsy Malone than Rorschach haha
Julien Touré
It had been quite the day to say the least. As stupid as it sounds, Julien didn't expect his team-mates to be such....characters. He expected some degree of normalcy but it seems his life was now in the fast lane more than ever. Even when he was single handedly fighting crime in Paris things weren't moving this fast. That being said, he was practically forced to sign up for a college course that he'd be attending the next day so as to keep up the guise of the exchange program. While the obvious choice might have been maths or engineering being that he excelled at both the subjects, he instead chose Philosophy.
His reasoning was that he believed that it was one of the few subjects in which he could actually think without reaching a definite answer. Or some other pretentious reason he'd make up when asked. To tell the truth, he'd always been interested in the topic ever since his father practically forced the French classic L'Etranger on him at the ripe age of 17. To tell even more truths, Albert Camus was a personal hero to Julien. He'd even put on one of those heavy jackets and a fedora in tribute if it wasn't so socially reprehensible.
Nevertheless, his first day was eventful and sparked hope that at the very least the team would do some good while at the same time being rather entertaining. Hell, if Nike and Rufus kept up their rivalry that would be a source of entertainment enough. The rest seemed like an alright group, if a bit of a motley crew.
Julien woke up with a startle. He was in no way prepared to wake up at this time. The last time he had woken up this early it was in high school and he was in no hurry to continue waking up at such an hour. He slid out of bed, taking a quick shower before doing his hair and getting dressed for the day. His usual black attire would stick out like a sore thumb, especially with the large French flag embroidered. Today he wore a rather simple outfit. A pair of jeans coupled with a pair of converse and a Vampire Weekend T-shirt would do. One of those German military jacket the hipsters always wear would serve if it began to rain and he was currently wearing it hood up, as if to subliminally show how internally upset he was that he was up at such an early hour.
He moved downstairs, following the smell of food before digging in to a few pancakes. He wasn't an especially big or picky eater. Let's just say his parents were no pushovers. After he left high school he was left to fend for himself in terms of food eaten outside of home, and the student life didn't exactly leave him with a huge amount of disposable income after nights out in the dark clubs of Paris.
He was surprised to find that they'd all be carpooling in the same shuttle together. He'd have honestly preferred to make his own way to college. Not out of disrespect or dislike for his team members, he just sort of enjoyed long bus rides with only his music to keep him company. Nevertheless, a free ride is a free ride and he was far too tired to argue.
Minutes after dropping off the majority of the group he was dropped off at the college. He breathed in, letting out a quiet sigh as he prepared to have his accent made note of a million times a day once more.
Kate sat atop a building, hammer and helmet at her side as she scrolled through her tracklist of music pumping into her ears. She brushed her hair back, watching the parade from an almost eagle eye view as the totalitarian fascist army of HYDRA marched its way through the streets to roarous applause. It was at times like this where she began to question if what she was doing was right. The masses obviously supported the extradition of anyone even remotely different and the fascist regime didn't seem to bother them at all.
But then, of course, she remembered the Nazi's in almost an instant and gave herself a light punch for being an idiot.
She kept an eye on James as best she could. To tell the truth she hated missions like this. What use is a hammer in a stealth operation? She was an almost literal bull in a china shop in these types of situation. She rested her chin on her hand, tracing the intricacies of her helmet with her spare hand almost wishing for a fight to break out.
As if to grant her wish, the would-be terrorist's yell echoed through her earpiece before gunfire began crackling through the air. A small grin grew on her face as she rose to her feet, equipping her helmet and readying her hammer, but not before a snarky comment was sent James' way.
"Wow, that must be a new record, pretty boy, what was that 10-15 minutes before the gunfire?" She joked as she began swinging her hammer in what was now routine fashion.
In a flash she was racing down to the ground, hammer in front like some sort of faux missile. She torpedoed through one of the mechs, before sending a sickening crunch to the jaw of a nearby soldier with a well placed punch. She dodged under gunfire, swatting back a bullet here or there with Mjolnir. She wasn't going to be a huge amount of help with the evacuation, her method of travel only left one hand free. Nevertheless she broke the chains off a few of the mutants before grabbing one of the more visible mutations and arcing back over to the avengers building. Setting him down as quickly as possible before leaving back to the scene of the fight with only an almost cold
"You'll be safe here."
I get the feeling Nike on twitter would sort of be like those grandmas you see sharing videos of cats and their family because of her lack of knowledge about social media haha
Julien Touré
Things were moving quickly to say the least. In the space of only a few minutes 2 more people had joined the conversation. Moreso, two had left and a fight had almost broken out. Julien scratched the back of his mess of blonde hair smiling. At least things would never be boring around the mansion he supposed.
As if to confirm his suspicions, the Kryptonian from earlier appeared on scene like a bolt of lightning, hastening to ignore the rest of the group and introduce himself solely to Nike, even going so far as to push Karlie out of the way to get to her like some sort of manic Justin Beiber fan. Julien had to think for a second. Were Justin Beiber jokes still funny? Was he even relevant anymore? An internal debate he'd need to sort out later as another member of the team arrived on scene.
"Nice to meet you, Karsin. I'm Julien, this is Karlie and as you've probably already sussed that is Nike." He spoke unenthusiastically motioning with his arms as he introduced the group. When he opened the door to the mansion he hadn't expected to be joining the Tour Guides of America as well as the team. "Well currently our adventure is to find the kitchen, which I believe is this way" He spoke, pointing in the direction of said kitchen with his thumb before beginning to walk in said direction.
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