((Too involved in RP to change accounts))
She adjusted the small mesa, tabela mirror, watching her reflected fingers braid her hair. She wasn't really paying attention to anything, just relaxed.
“Stop worrying, will ya? You're gorgeous.”
She jumped at the voice and turned to see the fifteen-year-old soldier sitting on her window sill.
“You scared me! I didn't know you were here.”
The young warrior shrugged.
“I have that affect on people.”
“Not all people.”
She shrugged again, her foot hanging out the window, swinging against the sheer cliff drop the little house was located by.
“What are you doing here, Becca?”
Another shrug.
“Just wanted to visit. Talk. You've been off lately.”
She turned back to the little mirror and finished off her braid.
“That obvious?”
“Yeah.”
A wind blew into the room, breaking the silence. The two looked at each other.
“Becca...you know I have doubts.”
“No one's perfect.”
“But...it feels wrong to doubt. I've...heard things from others about past experiences. And it makes me nervous.”
“They're out of the picture. Why are you worrying?”
“They've come back, Becca. She's come back.”
“And he hasn't left.”
“....not yet.”
“Not ever.”
She bit her lip and looked down, talking softer.
“I've thought about leaving...going away and disappearing.”
She looked up again as she heard a thump. Becca lay on the floor, shocked beyond belief. She eventually got up and sat down in a nearby chair.
“Geez! You scared me! Why all these sudden doubts?”
She looked away again, heading into her closet. Becca heard her slightly muffled voice.
“Ever since we escaped, I've thought about how much mais danger I've put him through; the danger we've put them through. And HE keeps coming into my thoughts, reminding me of certain times where his pain was all my fault.”
It took Becca awhile to put two-and-two together. But when she did, she stood.
“You are NOT leaving him!”
“But Becca-”
“No! No “but Becca'! No! You leave and I can guarantee he'd die in a heartbeat! No no no no no no NO! You're staying! And HE is wrong! HE caused it to happen or it was HIM, never you! So shut up and stay with him or I'm kicking angelic ass!”
Devin peeked her head out through the door. Her face was sincere.
“Thank you Becca.”
“Aw heck no! Don't thank me for nothin! You two need to talk!”
Devin smiled.
“I can see why you're attracted to him.”
“Huh?”
“His fogo matches your own.”
“DEVIN!”
The angel smiled almost wickedly and laughed. She disappeared again before coming out. Becca smirked at her.
“Drop dead gorgeous much?”
Devin's cheeks flushed but a genuine smile lit her face.
“Seriously Dev. You look very nice in black. Shows off your figure more.”
“Ugh! Please stop!”
Becca laughed as the angel buried her face.
“When did you go all goth anyway?”
“Since my Angel's light has been taken.”
Becca nodded; an evil smirk appeared on her face.
“I don't know about you, but I'm sure Fang will be very happy to see you wearing his colors.”
“Becca shut up!”
She adjusted the small mesa, tabela mirror, watching her reflected fingers braid her hair. She wasn't really paying attention to anything, just relaxed.
“Stop worrying, will ya? You're gorgeous.”
She jumped at the voice and turned to see the fifteen-year-old soldier sitting on her window sill.
“You scared me! I didn't know you were here.”
The young warrior shrugged.
“I have that affect on people.”
“Not all people.”
She shrugged again, her foot hanging out the window, swinging against the sheer cliff drop the little house was located by.
“What are you doing here, Becca?”
Another shrug.
“Just wanted to visit. Talk. You've been off lately.”
She turned back to the little mirror and finished off her braid.
“That obvious?”
“Yeah.”
A wind blew into the room, breaking the silence. The two looked at each other.
“Becca...you know I have doubts.”
“No one's perfect.”
“But...it feels wrong to doubt. I've...heard things from others about past experiences. And it makes me nervous.”
“They're out of the picture. Why are you worrying?”
“They've come back, Becca. She's come back.”
“And he hasn't left.”
“....not yet.”
“Not ever.”
She bit her lip and looked down, talking softer.
“I've thought about leaving...going away and disappearing.”
She looked up again as she heard a thump. Becca lay on the floor, shocked beyond belief. She eventually got up and sat down in a nearby chair.
“Geez! You scared me! Why all these sudden doubts?”
She looked away again, heading into her closet. Becca heard her slightly muffled voice.
“Ever since we escaped, I've thought about how much mais danger I've put him through; the danger we've put them through. And HE keeps coming into my thoughts, reminding me of certain times where his pain was all my fault.”
It took Becca awhile to put two-and-two together. But when she did, she stood.
“You are NOT leaving him!”
“But Becca-”
“No! No “but Becca'! No! You leave and I can guarantee he'd die in a heartbeat! No no no no no no NO! You're staying! And HE is wrong! HE caused it to happen or it was HIM, never you! So shut up and stay with him or I'm kicking angelic ass!”
Devin peeked her head out through the door. Her face was sincere.
“Thank you Becca.”
“Aw heck no! Don't thank me for nothin! You two need to talk!”
Devin smiled.
“I can see why you're attracted to him.”
“Huh?”
“His fogo matches your own.”
“DEVIN!”
The angel smiled almost wickedly and laughed. She disappeared again before coming out. Becca smirked at her.
“Drop dead gorgeous much?”
Devin's cheeks flushed but a genuine smile lit her face.
“Seriously Dev. You look very nice in black. Shows off your figure more.”
“Ugh! Please stop!”
Becca laughed as the angel buried her face.
“When did you go all goth anyway?”
“Since my Angel's light has been taken.”
Becca nodded; an evil smirk appeared on her face.
“I don't know about you, but I'm sure Fang will be very happy to see you wearing his colors.”
“Becca shut up!”
Brendan stood in his Navy uniform in silence.
"Why....why did you do it?" He pulled off his hat, and stared at the memorial, it was a tribute to the fallen soldiers. Brendan dipped his finger in black paint, and started composição literária his friends name on the wall. They begged you not to go into this. You knew it was suicide mission, escpically with your powers. She begged you gods sake. I don't get why you did it...but I guess you made your choice. Tears slid down Brendans face I guess, you felt it was your place, to take that spot. But you brought down a evil force, a force so strong, that only you could break it. The Government will pay. They'll pay for what they put you through. I swear I'll avenge your death. Brendan wiped his hands clean and walked away. He had thirty-hours until he boarded the submarine, that's when his plan went underway.
Anyone got any idea who sacrificed themself?
"Why....why did you do it?" He pulled off his hat, and stared at the memorial, it was a tribute to the fallen soldiers. Brendan dipped his finger in black paint, and started composição literária his friends name on the wall. They begged you not to go into this. You knew it was suicide mission, escpically with your powers. She begged you gods sake. I don't get why you did it...but I guess you made your choice. Tears slid down Brendans face I guess, you felt it was your place, to take that spot. But you brought down a evil force, a force so strong, that only you could break it. The Government will pay. They'll pay for what they put you through. I swear I'll avenge your death. Brendan wiped his hands clean and walked away. He had thirty-hours until he boarded the submarine, that's when his plan went underway.
Anyone got any idea who sacrificed themself?
Excerpt-
"Is this cool or what?!" the teen exclaimed mais than asked. His companion merely grunted a reply barely audible over the cheering crowd.
"Oh come on! How can you not like him?!"
"Do I really need to tell you again, Parker?"
"Yes."
"He's an eccentric, playboy billionaire who goes out at night and--"
"And?" Peter asked, smirk plastered to his face.
Sam grinned. "Ah, you're right." He frowned again. "I still don't like him."
"Whatever." Peter said, waving his hand absentmindedly.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, Samuel Grant!"
The crowd burst into fresh cheers as Sam walked on-stage and shook the billionaire's hand. "Pleasure to meet you Mr. Stark."
"He's a natural actor." Peter shrugged.
"Is this cool or what?!" the teen exclaimed mais than asked. His companion merely grunted a reply barely audible over the cheering crowd.
"Oh come on! How can you not like him?!"
"Do I really need to tell you again, Parker?"
"Yes."
"He's an eccentric, playboy billionaire who goes out at night and--"
"And?" Peter asked, smirk plastered to his face.
Sam grinned. "Ah, you're right." He frowned again. "I still don't like him."
"Whatever." Peter said, waving his hand absentmindedly.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, Samuel Grant!"
The crowd burst into fresh cheers as Sam walked on-stage and shook the billionaire's hand. "Pleasure to meet you Mr. Stark."
"He's a natural actor." Peter shrugged.
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: blonde hair and dark blue eyes ( eyes can change colour depending on mood)
Personality: she is very strong willed and powerful, she often enjoys sparing but seems to be very stubborn when she needs help or is in danger.
Powers/ Abilities: she can teleport ( but usually fails) she is very handy with her sword and has many skills in combat .
Past: when she was young, her mother died being stabbed por her father and she was abused por her father for many years, she ran away and was set off on her own until she was found por flash and was recommeneded to jooin the team.
( hope you like it i worked really hard and think i did a good job)
Likes: Sweets!
Best Friend: Terror!!!!
Loves: Cookies!! And Scott!
Dislikes: azedar, azedo Candy
Worst Habit: I don’t act like an adult
Personal Secret: *whispers* I never share cookies
favorito Food: COOKIES!
favorito Color: Purple!
Code Name: Tiger
Mentor/Inspiration: Tom Cat and WildCat
Relations: Selina is technically my aunt...
Base of Operations: Outsider HQ
Personal Home: With Scott!!! ^-^
Occupation: Hero
Job: Waitress
Team: Outsiders
What Symbolizes You: Uhhh…….cookies? (Joy)
Biggest Regret: I have none
Dream Career: Wife! >w<
Most Recent Nightmare: *whispers* The scary man takes me….
Spirit Animal: Cat