“Why am I doing this again?”
“Alek can get his stupid stripper Romanian informant to do this.”
“Gosh, this world is SO COLD.”
Ana stopped at the door of the familiar apartment door with a huff. “Wow, I’m so whiney... I need to stop talking to myself.”
She found the door locked, predictably, but a black claw extending from her thumb and jammed into the knob got her in. The familiar thrill of a successful B&E should have comforted her, but as the teenager leaned back against the door, a sob choked her. The paper-thin vestido clinging to her skin was suddenly suffocating as she tried to breath past the chains used to cage her, the men she had slaughtered, and Cal, laying prone as a corpse on a bed.
The air entering her lungs felt like fogo as she forced her feet forward. It took either an eternity or a minuto to reach the shower, but the hot water washed away the goosebumps. The steam seemed to reopen her lungs, and her tears washed freely down the drain. The girl mindlessly gripped her right bicep with her right hand, her claws digging into flesh. The old habit drew blood to the surface and sent it running down her bare arm to bleed her of the harsher pain attempting to claw its way to the surface. When Ana closed her eyes, the spray of the water almost drowned out Cal’s screams echoing through her memory.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ana had allowed herself ten minutos under the cleansing shower. Enough time for a fog to fill her mind, a numbness to settle over her injured body. The cool air now felt worlds away as she stepped out of the bathroom and climbed the glass stairs to the segundo floor, leaving wet footprints in her wake. She had come to discover what information the Ruriks had on her and her only living brother, Alek. It was about time she got on with her mission after having become distracted. Cal’s início office was the last door down the hall. Like any eligible bachelor, it was unlocked. Locking it every time he entered or exited would have been a hassle, especially when no one except those he cared to impress could wonder in. Men were predictable that way.
The same way they were predictable in saving any damsel in distress. It made them feel good to be needed. Ana had watched her sister use that simple fact into tricking so many men to do her bidding, and now she had done the exact same thing to someone completely undeserving of such manipulation.
Searching through the office was an efficient distraction from the guilt rekindling in her chest. The familiar motions of digging through the desk, unlocking drawers with her claws, calmed her nerves. Manipulating someone made her sick to her stomach, but all the rest of the skills she had been taught por her tutors, as a spy in preparation to overthrow her tyrant sister, were a comforting reminder of her old life. So when Ana found the seguro hidden behind a painting of cachorros Playing Poker, she hardly faltered.
Using his own birthday would have been too obvious, so the girl tried his parents'. Everyone knew Callaghan has sided with his father when his parents split, despite the expectation for him to follow his pacifist mother, so Ana was surprised to find the code to correlate to July 5th, 1582 - Katerina Rurik's encontro, data of birth. Oh my God, he's secretly a mama's boy no matter what anyone says, she thought.That's so cute.
The contents of the seguro consisted of a thick, single folder. The first page made Ana's breath stop. It was a perfil on a 16 ano old boy, dark hair, her esmeralda eyes, pale skin. In the image he was handsome, but too angular, almost starved, with a frown that made him unrecognizable. His name was typed out on the topo, início in bold letters: Thomas Alexievich Romanov, Crown Prince of Russia. Status: Deceased, 11/26/2004. His family members were listed, and Ana's name was circled in red.
She wanted to throw the file with her dead brother's picture at the wall, but her fingers turned the page on their own. mais pages, information she could read later. Then, a picture. Blurry and of rubble. Ana knew what the picture was, that the blur kneeling on the ground was her father cradling what remained of his segundo and last legitimate son. Why did Cal have this?
The seguinte page was schematics of a início made bomb and its remote detonator. There were lighter sketches among the bold outlines of the bomb, as if the drawer were unsure of most major details. The drawing was obviously a reconstruction based off the wreckage. There were mais imagens after that, of her brother and a younger boy at a gas station, in a truck, in the lobby of the motel where Thomas had been murdered. And finally, a file on that other boy. Leon "Aleksander" Alexievich Romanov. Illegitimate son of Alexie Nikolaevich Romanov. 7 years younger than his half-brother. His specialties were underlined, one in particular circled again and again: improvised explosives. Together, the evidence was obvious. Her bastard brother had killed her legitimate one.
Ana closed the file and picked it up. Movement out of the corner of her eyes made her turn her head to the mirror where a young, naked woman stood in profile. Her lean body was dapples with freckles and etched with pale scars, her wet curls laying limply on her shoulders like clots of blood. The dark bruises on her spine and the discoloring of the skin on the rest of her back were evidence of her near-death fall. Most fresh were the long gashes carved into her arms por her own claws, still red and just stopped bleeding.
If a little boy could kill his own brother, then surely so should that girl. She could, and she would, kill Aleksander Romanov.
“Alek can get his stupid stripper Romanian informant to do this.”
“Gosh, this world is SO COLD.”
Ana stopped at the door of the familiar apartment door with a huff. “Wow, I’m so whiney... I need to stop talking to myself.”
She found the door locked, predictably, but a black claw extending from her thumb and jammed into the knob got her in. The familiar thrill of a successful B&E should have comforted her, but as the teenager leaned back against the door, a sob choked her. The paper-thin vestido clinging to her skin was suddenly suffocating as she tried to breath past the chains used to cage her, the men she had slaughtered, and Cal, laying prone as a corpse on a bed.
The air entering her lungs felt like fogo as she forced her feet forward. It took either an eternity or a minuto to reach the shower, but the hot water washed away the goosebumps. The steam seemed to reopen her lungs, and her tears washed freely down the drain. The girl mindlessly gripped her right bicep with her right hand, her claws digging into flesh. The old habit drew blood to the surface and sent it running down her bare arm to bleed her of the harsher pain attempting to claw its way to the surface. When Ana closed her eyes, the spray of the water almost drowned out Cal’s screams echoing through her memory.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ana had allowed herself ten minutos under the cleansing shower. Enough time for a fog to fill her mind, a numbness to settle over her injured body. The cool air now felt worlds away as she stepped out of the bathroom and climbed the glass stairs to the segundo floor, leaving wet footprints in her wake. She had come to discover what information the Ruriks had on her and her only living brother, Alek. It was about time she got on with her mission after having become distracted. Cal’s início office was the last door down the hall. Like any eligible bachelor, it was unlocked. Locking it every time he entered or exited would have been a hassle, especially when no one except those he cared to impress could wonder in. Men were predictable that way.
The same way they were predictable in saving any damsel in distress. It made them feel good to be needed. Ana had watched her sister use that simple fact into tricking so many men to do her bidding, and now she had done the exact same thing to someone completely undeserving of such manipulation.
Searching through the office was an efficient distraction from the guilt rekindling in her chest. The familiar motions of digging through the desk, unlocking drawers with her claws, calmed her nerves. Manipulating someone made her sick to her stomach, but all the rest of the skills she had been taught por her tutors, as a spy in preparation to overthrow her tyrant sister, were a comforting reminder of her old life. So when Ana found the seguro hidden behind a painting of cachorros Playing Poker, she hardly faltered.
Using his own birthday would have been too obvious, so the girl tried his parents'. Everyone knew Callaghan has sided with his father when his parents split, despite the expectation for him to follow his pacifist mother, so Ana was surprised to find the code to correlate to July 5th, 1582 - Katerina Rurik's encontro, data of birth. Oh my God, he's secretly a mama's boy no matter what anyone says, she thought.That's so cute.
The contents of the seguro consisted of a thick, single folder. The first page made Ana's breath stop. It was a perfil on a 16 ano old boy, dark hair, her esmeralda eyes, pale skin. In the image he was handsome, but too angular, almost starved, with a frown that made him unrecognizable. His name was typed out on the topo, início in bold letters: Thomas Alexievich Romanov, Crown Prince of Russia. Status: Deceased, 11/26/2004. His family members were listed, and Ana's name was circled in red.
She wanted to throw the file with her dead brother's picture at the wall, but her fingers turned the page on their own. mais pages, information she could read later. Then, a picture. Blurry and of rubble. Ana knew what the picture was, that the blur kneeling on the ground was her father cradling what remained of his segundo and last legitimate son. Why did Cal have this?
The seguinte page was schematics of a início made bomb and its remote detonator. There were lighter sketches among the bold outlines of the bomb, as if the drawer were unsure of most major details. The drawing was obviously a reconstruction based off the wreckage. There were mais imagens after that, of her brother and a younger boy at a gas station, in a truck, in the lobby of the motel where Thomas had been murdered. And finally, a file on that other boy. Leon "Aleksander" Alexievich Romanov. Illegitimate son of Alexie Nikolaevich Romanov. 7 years younger than his half-brother. His specialties were underlined, one in particular circled again and again: improvised explosives. Together, the evidence was obvious. Her bastard brother had killed her legitimate one.
Ana closed the file and picked it up. Movement out of the corner of her eyes made her turn her head to the mirror where a young, naked woman stood in profile. Her lean body was dapples with freckles and etched with pale scars, her wet curls laying limply on her shoulders like clots of blood. The dark bruises on her spine and the discoloring of the skin on the rest of her back were evidence of her near-death fall. Most fresh were the long gashes carved into her arms por her own claws, still red and just stopped bleeding.
If a little boy could kill his own brother, then surely so should that girl. She could, and she would, kill Aleksander Romanov.
2: he loves the way she is and how she jokes around with him
3: he loves it when she smiles at him
4: he loves the way she brushes the hair out of his face
5: he loves it when she blushes
(( i didnt make that many cause lol i dunno just a couple cuz this is the first time this has been done lol hopefully silverwings13 will have a reply to this XD lol but yeah im making a couple one shots on these two beauties <3 iand now i have to talk cause this artigo isnt long enough WALLY WALLY WALLY WALLY WALLY WALLY WALLY WALLY WALLY!!! <3 okay so Mcl out peace))
oi guys, The_Writer here.
Just wanted to let you know I can't publicar daily episodes anymore. (Brother fussed, I got grounded. Loving the logic).
Anyway, here is a list of what to watch from here on out (Static is on YouTube, YJ is on the internet.
Aug. 28:
Static 21
YJ 3
Aug. 29:
Static 23
YJ 4
Aug. 30:
Static 24
YJ 5
Aug. 31:
Static 25
YJ 6
Sept. 1:
Static 26
YJ 7
Sept. 2:
Static 27
YJ 8
Sept. 3:
Static 28
YJ 8
Sept. 4:
Static 29
YJ 9
Sept 5:
Static 30
YJ 10
Sept 6:
Static 31
YJ 11
Sept 7:
Static 32
YJ 12
Figure it out from there. :)
Sept 28:
Static 52
YJI 7
Sept 29:
YOUNG JUSTICE INVASION EPISODE EIGHT!!!!!!!!!!
Just wanted to let you know I can't publicar daily episodes anymore. (Brother fussed, I got grounded. Loving the logic).
Anyway, here is a list of what to watch from here on out (Static is on YouTube, YJ is on the internet.
Aug. 28:
Static 21
YJ 3
Aug. 29:
Static 23
YJ 4
Aug. 30:
Static 24
YJ 5
Aug. 31:
Static 25
YJ 6
Sept. 1:
Static 26
YJ 7
Sept. 2:
Static 27
YJ 8
Sept. 3:
Static 28
YJ 8
Sept. 4:
Static 29
YJ 9
Sept 5:
Static 30
YJ 10
Sept 6:
Static 31
YJ 11
Sept 7:
Static 32
YJ 12
Figure it out from there. :)
Sept 28:
Static 52
YJI 7
Sept 29:
YOUNG JUSTICE INVASION EPISODE EIGHT!!!!!!!!!!
Daily Episode
dia Thirty-Six:
Static Shock Episode Seventeen: "Static Shaq"
Link: link
Summary:
Static is hunted out por the Ruff Pack, who nearly discover his secret identity. This episode guest-stars Shaquille O'Neal as himself.
Static Shock has a lot of famous African Americans guest estrela on the show, with Lil Romeo even doing the themesong for seasons 3 and 4. But for a monster introduction, you had to bring in a monster of a guy. So, Ladies & Gentlemen: Shaquille O' Neille!!!
(SOOOOOOO SORRY IM LATE!!!!!)
Check out my SUPER IMPORTANT UPDATE:
Link: link
dia Thirty-Six:
Static Shock Episode Seventeen: "Static Shaq"
Link: link
Summary:
Static is hunted out por the Ruff Pack, who nearly discover his secret identity. This episode guest-stars Shaquille O'Neal as himself.
Static Shock has a lot of famous African Americans guest estrela on the show, with Lil Romeo even doing the themesong for seasons 3 and 4. But for a monster introduction, you had to bring in a monster of a guy. So, Ladies & Gentlemen: Shaquille O' Neille!!!
(SOOOOOOO SORRY IM LATE!!!!!)
Check out my SUPER IMPORTANT UPDATE:
Link: link
I cant take it anymore,
you gotta stop this now,
Dont do it for me do it for her,
Stop or i'll knock down ur door.
We both know its wrong,
I'll be por your side the whole way,
Save your self,
Dont end your life today.
I know what Death is like,
And i know it dont feel good,
So just stop the hiding,
take off your hood.
Life is somthing i took for granted,
Dont make my same mistake,
Live the life you want,
Dont live it like its fake.
I dont want to see you walk down that path,
into the darkness you must not follow me,
Stop and make your change
Dont suffer more, and go ,
be free.
Some of us know what this is for! RPing thingy..
you gotta stop this now,
Dont do it for me do it for her,
Stop or i'll knock down ur door.
We both know its wrong,
I'll be por your side the whole way,
Save your self,
Dont end your life today.
I know what Death is like,
And i know it dont feel good,
So just stop the hiding,
take off your hood.
Life is somthing i took for granted,
Dont make my same mistake,
Live the life you want,
Dont live it like its fake.
I dont want to see you walk down that path,
into the darkness you must not follow me,
Stop and make your change
Dont suffer more, and go ,
be free.
Some of us know what this is for! RPing thingy..
Raptor.
ID: marreco, drake Creaon.
Appearance: 6'0, hot rosa, -de-rosa hair thats in his face, blue eyes.
Enemy Of: Melissa Adams.
History: After being stuck in a broken home, he chose to start a new life, starting with a new girlfriend. Mel was the unlucky girl he saw attractive. He forced her to be his girlfriend, she escaped right before he could rape her. He hunts her down, even 13 years before his time.....
Powers: Is able to change his appearance into other people. Drains other peoples energy and uses it for himself. Can channel the energy into orbs and chuck em at people.
'Stume: N/A
Pwease dont kill me......