dar es dar

My name is Cecilia María Reyes, I'm 22 years old and on my way to becoming a doctor. Maybe someday I'll let you call me Cece, but for now, call me Cecilia, oka? I may be studying up amongst the clouds, but my feet are planted firmly on the ground. I'm not here to waste my time, I'm here to help people.

[drceciliareyes]

[Cecilia hands Seth a simple box, with a little coupon that reads "This coupon entitles you to...one pizza date". On the back she wrote "Feliz Navidad". Inside the box is a program to learn how to speak spanish.]

[drceciliareyes]

I don't think anyone has any right to take another person's life.

No matter what the circumstance.

[g0ld-man-blog]

[drceciliareyes]

I don't like this time of year.

[dominavipera-deactivated2014010]

Cold? Where I am from we could not afford such luxuries as heaters and sufficiently warm clothing. It is a miracle we did not freeze. This is nothing, do not complain.

[drceciliareyes]

Well, boo-hoo.

[drceciliareyes]

I don't like this time of year.

It's too cold. TOO FUCKING COLD.

I miss my brother. I miss going to the beach in December. I miss 70 degree winters.

[ethan-bradshaw-deactivated20140]

The more I listen to "Baby It's Cold Outside"

[ethan-bradshaw-deactivated20140]

But think about it! She’s literally asking what’s in the drink.

[drceciliareyes]

Well maybe he made her a fucking good drink and she wanted to know what the fuck was in it to make it again.

It’s a perfectly normal thing to ask.

[ethan-bradshaw-deactivated20140]

The more I listen to "Baby It's Cold Outside"

the more I think this guy is trying to try something funny on this chick- I mean… ”Say, what’s in this drink?" RIGHT THERE, OBVIOUSLY SOMETHING IS IN THE DRINK. Who is this guy kidding?

[drceciliareyes]

Shut up, it’s a fucking good song, don’t ruin it for everyone else.

[drceciliareyes]

Texts || Harteyes

Seth: Want me to bring anything special?

Cecilia: Well...I don't really have food, so...I guess that?

[drceciliareyes]

Texts || Harteyes

Cecilia: Hey, so...It's kinda cold tonight.

Cecilia: I was wondering if maybe I could take you up on that, uh...keeping each other warm offer.

Cecilia: My door's open.

[drceciliareyes]

Fucking cold.

[drceciliareyes]

you do know all that spanish he's speaking is a lie? his very skilled amazing, wonderfully talented, and rather attractive older brother taught him it. He can't even pronounce 'hola' right,

So does that mean my english is a lie? Because I definitely wasn’t born speaking it, I was taught in school. And that would make my spanish a lie too, then, because I was taught by my mom and dad.

And how can a language be a lie, anyway? How does that fucking happen?

[bornathiefraisedathief-deactiva]

Ugh

[bornathiefraisedathief-deactiva]

Bitch, did I say it hurt? I said it is literally interfering with my powers. I know for a damn fact that they do have people who did far worse things than me up at this place and the manners in which they keep tabs on them are not nearly as cumbersome. So the very fucking least they could do is make it possible for me to walk around my own goddamn apartment without tripping every two steps.

[drceciliareyes]

Wow, if you can't walk two steps without tripping over that shit, you're really fucking stupid.

And you're such a fucking princess, wow. I know it's not hurting you literally, but apparently you're too stupid to understand a simple saying. So let me spell it out for you, pendeja. Deal. With. It. I'm sure it's an obstacle you can overcome, or some inspirational bullshit like that, blegh. Stop being such a delicate flower.

[bornathiefraisedathief-deactiva]

Ugh

[bornathiefraisedathief-deactiva]

Seeing as SHIELD has brought me here as a rehabilitation attempt as opposed to imprisonment, they want me to work on my powers, which is hard to do with a gigantic piece of metal on my ankle. My abilities are heavily connected with my ability to balance, and that much extra weight on any extremity of my body can throw them off. It’s like putting unnecessary clothing on a cat, it fucks up their equilibrium. A thinner bracelet, hell even a microchip would have been a far better option.

Besides, It’s not like I killed anyone.

[drceciliareyes]

Hey, they want me to work on my powers too, but you don't see me walking around with a big metal tracker on my ankle. I'm not being tracked at all, SHIELD trusts me. So I still stand by my original accusation: you're being punished for something. So I'm sorry if the big, unfashionable bracelet hurts your delicate petals, capullo. But it kidna sounds like your deserve it.

I never said you did.

[bornathiefraisedathief-deactiva]

Ugh

[bornathiefraisedathief-deactiva]

No, what I was referring to is the fact that this thing looks about as clunky as a cell phone from the 80’s. All the technology SHIELD has and yet it looks like it was built from the first supercomputer itself.

[drceciliareyes]

You're wearing a tracker, why do you even care what it looks like? Besides, you obviously got caught in some mess, probably doing something you weren't supposed to, so deal with the consequences. You're not really in a position to bargain.

You still sound like a spoiled brat to me.

[bornathiefraisedathief-deactiva]

Ugh

They couldn’t have given me a better looking tracker?

"Welcome to school, here have a hunk of metal to lug around on your ankle" what happened to your top of the line tech, SHIELD?

[drceciliareyes]

Suck it up, blondie.

What were you expecting, a Tiffany bracelet?

[drceciliareyes]

At First Glance || Harteyes

[manufactured-for-perfection]

"Huh?" Seth blinked, confused at the sudden hostile attitude. "Hey, calm down." He lifted his hand in a placating manner. "I just…" His tongue felt heavy. He stared at her a bit longer than necessary as he swallowed in an attempt to moisten his dry throat. "Sorry you’re just… Really hot." He admitted and rubbed the back of his head nervously.

What was he doing? Why was he acting this way? He should have said something cooler. He should have done something more memorable. Now she probably thought of him as a stuttering wimp. But when he looked up to remedy the situation, his voice die in his throat. What if he fucked up more? What if he fumbled? So instead of saying something, what mostly came out was a low volume, “Uh… So yeah…”

[drceciliareyes]

Cecilia crossed her arms over her chest defensively, ready to hear this guy's pathetic excuse. Always quick on her tongue, she was ready to spit something back at him and walk away, but when he actually spoke...she couldn't. It wasn't even the fact that he was complimenting her, Cecilia had been called hot before, and she wasn't a fan of it. Normally, it made her feel like a piece of meat. But when this guy said it...she didn't feel that way. It sounded like an honest compliment. The guy looked like an awkward teenager, and Cecilia had to admit...she was kind of attracted to it.

So maybe she overreacted a little bit. The guy hadn't done anything, not really. Cecilia just didn't like people gawking at her like she was some circus freak. "Uh...yeah, um...sorry about that," she said, her voice significantly weaker than usual. "I, uh...I thought...I...I overreacted." She didn't know why she had been rendered incapable of forming a coherent sentence. Pull yourself together, she thought. "I'm Cecilia," she said, extending a hand towards him, still trying to get a hold of herself.

[theblood-onmyhands]

Looks like this weekend is gonna bring some snow!

[manufactured-for-perfection]

Yeah so uh…

Si me necessitas, llámame.

[drceciliareyes]

I, um…I…Yeah. Lo haré.