Just call me Ardi

Hello. I'm Armelle D'Angelo. I am a 16-year-old runaway, and basically live wherever anyone will let me stay. I run this blog because it distracts from... other things. I hope you enjoy your stay. M!A: N/A

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OOC

I'm sorry that I'm such a weirdo/bore to RP with.

I'm sorry I'm offline when most of you guys, my followers, are online.

I'm sorry for the fact that I seem to blend into the blue background of tumblr.

I'm sorry.

This isn't a 'goodbye forever lead good lives' sorry post. It's not passive-agressive or mean-spirited. It's as honest as I can manage without getting hysterical.

I'll still RP. I just need a break for a day or so. Although, my life doesn't help me to relax...

Bye, anyway. See you all soon, I guess.

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In the Jingle-Jangle Mornin' | @agenthawkeyecb

If there was one good thing about being cooped up in New York, it was that the buildings were high. Very high. And no one ever went up to the top floor. It was almost like having your own private world; it was almost like playing God, you could watch all the little people and cars scurrying along and just imagine lives for all of them. That one’s a single mom with two kids, her husband left because she told him he spent too carelessly; this one is a husband with no kids, married twenty years and loving every minute; those two are long-lost sisters, spending the day shopping to get reacquainted, but they know absolutely nothing about one another anymore.

This little game of Ardi’s helped to distract her from her own life, but she never forgot completely. There was always a shadow on her shoulder, a little whisper in her ear, that told her, They know where you are. They will find you again. When this happened, she folded into herself, pressing her hands over her ears and screaming inside her head to block it out.

It was one of those amazing, briskly windy days, as she sat on the roof of Stark Tower, knees tucked up, arms wrapped around them, and mouth pressed against her arms. Her coughing had gone down quite a bit since she determined this spot her “hidey-hole.” Maybe it was the fresh air. Ardi shrugged to herself, staring down at the ants on the streets and sidewalks.

It was one of those mornings; she didn’t feel much, but that was a good thing for her.

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Clint noticed a girl sitting on the roof, just below where his perch was that Stark built him. Him being a semi social guy, climbed down silently and walked carefully up to her. “Hey, ya look lonely. Mind if I sit here?”

He smiled at the girl and sat down next to her. “Name’s Clint. What’s yours?”

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Who the hell was that? I thought I was alone...

Ardi turned her head, saw a man in something resembling an army uniform, and instantly tensed, curling even further into herself. No way was she going to be close to another official. Never again...

Her coughing got worse again, and she pressed her mouth against her legs, leaving little blood spots. Shit. She tried to regain normal breathing, but it was so difficult; she couldn't breathe, she was going to die from asphyxiation.

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Can't Tell if It's Ecstasy or Pain | @janeharvard

Ardi slid through the crowded square, pulling her sweatshirt hood farther over her head as she walked. There was a slight limp in her right leg, from the tussle she’d had last night. The gangs around her didn’t seem to take kindly to her sleeping on their streets.

She sidled up to a merchant’s cart, hoping to steal something; she was so hungry. But he caught her, and smacked her hand with a rolled-up newspaper and a curse. She ducked back, hunching into herself and cradling her hand. Pulling her hood down over her eyes, she slunk back into the crowd. There likely wouldn’t be breakfast for her today.

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Jane walked around the crowded square, zipping her jacket up. She walked up to a separate merchant’s cart and after buying a few loaves of bread, and she looked over to see a girl being smacked with a rolled up newspaper for trying to steal some food. She could tell the girl didn’t eat as regularly as she. She looked down at her bag and walked over to the girl. “Here,” Jane said, offering the girl a loaf of bread. “Take it. You need it a hell of a lot more than I do.”

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At first, Ardi didn't react; no one had ever walked up to her in such a busy place. Then she tensed up, eyes darting back and forth from the bread to the woman's face. Confusion crossed her face. No one had ever offered her something before, at least... not for a price. But her stomach whimpered for the food, so she hesitantly reached out and touched the end of the loaf, eyes still flickering up to this young woman's face, as if she were making sure she could take it.

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Can't Tell if It's Ecstasy or Pain | @janeharvard

Ardi slid through the crowded square, pulling her sweatshirt hood farther over her head as she walked. There was a slight limp in her right leg, from the tussle she'd had last night. The gangs around her didn't seem to take kindly to her sleeping on their streets.

She sidled up to a merchant's cart, hoping to steal something; she was so hungry. But he caught her, and smacked her hand with a rolled-up newspaper and a curse. She ducked back, hunching into herself and cradling her hand. Pulling her hood down over her eyes, she slunk back into the crowd. There likely wouldn't be breakfast for her today.

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In the Jingle-Jangle Mornin' | @agenthawkeyecb

If there was one good thing about being cooped up in New York, it was that the buildings were high. Very high. And no one ever went up to the top floor. It was almost like having your own private world; it was almost like playing God, you could watch all the little people and cars scurrying along and just imagine lives for all of them. That one's a single mom with two kids, her husband left because she told him he spent too carelessly; this one is a husband with no kids, married twenty years and loving every minute; those two are long-lost sisters, spending the day shopping to get reacquainted, but they know absolutely nothing about one another anymore.

This little game of Ardi's helped to distract her from her own life, but she never forgot completely. There was always a shadow on her shoulder, a little whisper in her ear, that told her, They know where you are. They will find you again. When this happened, she folded into herself, pressing her hands over her ears and screaming inside her head to block it out.

It was one of those amazing, briskly windy days, as she sat on the roof of Stark Tower, knees tucked up, arms wrapped around them, and mouth pressed against her arms. Her coughing had gone down quite a bit since she determined this spot her "hidey-hole." Maybe it was the fresh air. Ardi shrugged to herself, staring down at the ants on the streets and sidewalks.

It was one of those mornings; she didn't feel much, but that was a good thing for her.

[angelwings-and-shotguns]

I RP gay and straight pairings. Doesn't matter if they are Canon or OC.

((Just throwing this out there and see how many others are out there as well.))

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{ Open }

Running away from a gang beating... Happy birthday to me.

Ardi pressed against the freezing brick wall, hoping her cough wouldn't start up again. She needed to get away from these thugs; they were going to kill her, she was sure of it.

She assessed her damage as she slid to the ground, wincing. Okay, so sore legs. Her tongue darted out, and she tasted copper. Good, bleeding from the mouth, probably cuts on my face, too. Don't think broken ribs, could be wrong. Oh, god, I can't breathe...

She bent in half, trying and failing to keep her breathing steady. Oh shit, I'm gonna die here, in a filthy alley. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

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OOC

Ughhhhhhhh~

I am exhausted; super-long weekend, sorry I wasn't around.

If I owe anyone, please tell me. Otherwise, I'm back!

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Reblog if you have daddy issues.

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LEGAL NAME: Armelle Dorothea D'Angelo

NICKNAME[S]: Ardi, R2, Dee ETHNICITY: American DATE OF BIRTH: 10/29/1995 GENDER | SPECIES: Female | Human PLACE OF BIRTH: Beacon, NY

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: The streets.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, bits and pieces of others I pick up from travels EDUCATION: Home-schooled, ~7th grade level OCCUPATION: Unemployed

CRIMINAL RECORD: Theft, breaking & entering, resisting arrest, etc.

DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS:  Whenever possible | Maybe... | When they're available LIKE[S]: Reading, walking, music, dogs, intelligence. DISLIKE[S]: Authority. FEAR[S]: Undisclosed. PERSONALITY TRAITS:  Sarcastic to a fault, blunt, suspicious, etc.

{ P H Y S I C A L   I N F O R M A T I O N }

HAIR COLOUR: Brown. EYE COLOR: Brown. HEIGHT: 5'4" WEIGHT: 101 lbs. TATTOOS: A small angel's wing on my left shoulder blade. PIERCINGS: Used to have my ears pierced; I let the holes close.

{ F A M I L Y   I N F O R M A T I O N }

SIBLING[S]: Benjamin D'Angelo. PARENT[S]: Basil D'Angelo, Cinna Booth. CHILDREN: N/A PETS[S]: Stray dogs, sometimes. They never stay long, though.

{ R E L A T I O N S H I P   I N F O R M A T I O N }

SEXUAL PREFERENCE: No fucking clue. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single. SINCE WHEN: Since... always?

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@ spookyisnotreallymystyle

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She almost considered telling Stark her actual name. Almost.

“Yeah, sure, whatever works for you. I’ve had a variety of nicknames; Mel’s probably the nicest, though.” No, don’t drag that into this conversation. Stick to happy stuff.

Shaking her head to clear it, she glanced at Tony sidewise. “So… what now?”

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“Well, I sure as hell am not going to let you just go back out on the streets. Let’s go up to the main lounge, and we’ll figure something out. And if we run into anyone that’s glowing blue, yes, she’s supposed to look like that. Also we can get you more food if you’re still hungry.”

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Ardi raised an eyebrow, but a glowing blue girl was almost normal compared to her. With an inaudible sigh, she nodded, tagging behind Stark out the kitchen door.

Maybe, if he walks past a fire escape or something, I can sneak out and sit on that for a while. It's a pretty night for fire-escape-sitting. Her eyes slid from wall to wall every time they rounded a corner, hoping to find some kind of outside landing.

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OOC

Okay, I'm gonna go do some long-put-off homework.

Hooray for procrastination!

See everyone later...

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How long have you been RPing? (add yours)

mutemage: 4 years

celestial-maiden-vrigo: 1 1/2 months

symmmetrical-resonance: 2 years

prissylittlegayboy: 3 and a half years???

missmakameister: 5 years

naoi-the-god: 2 days O_o

battlefront-hinata: 7 years

afterlife-battlefront-naomi: umm...about 5 months I guess?

Rosarioprotectedmoka: 1 1/2 years

misspreztheboobalicious: 3 years.

a-new-guy-in-gotham: 3 months

they-took-my-face-not-my-knives: 12 years

imstillbeatingyou: About six months now I think.

janeharvard: Three years.

imjustardi: Nearly two weeks...

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Carry On | @meantforsomuchmore

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Ardi felt like a kid caught doing something wrong. It wasn’t a good feeling, but she couldn’t do much about it.

She had a brief moment of instinctual distrust when Steve handed her the water bottle; she’d never depended on anyone to get her things, and had to force herself to take it and drink a little from it.

When he asked to help clean her knuckles, she shook her head out of habit. But then she though about it. He was Captain America, he probably knew much more than she did about cleaning wounds. Reluctantly, she nodded, but kept her shoulders tensed.

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“It’s all right,” Steve mumbled, holding out his hand for her and waiting for her to put her own in it. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.” He wondered what had happened to this woman and what she could have gone through to be like this… he wasn’t judging her and he wasn’t being foolish he just wanted to know if he could help her. Maybe find a way to get her up onto her feet, Tony was all well and good but he found it tricky to look after himself let alone others. “You were hitting that bag pretty hard… not even my partner swings that hard. What was wrong?”

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With a sneaked glance up at Steve, she hesitantly put her hand in his, though she balked at his phrasing. Too many traitors in her past had sworn they wouldn't hurt her. This was Captain America, though; he wouldn't go back on his word. Right?

She swallowed, coughed quietly, and shook her head, staring at her feet. She couldn't tell him about her parents. Not yet. Not when her brain kept telling her they knew where she was, they would track her down and bring her back. Ardi wanted to cover her ears and curl into a ball until those thoughts went away, but she didn't have that option at the moment. Instead, she squeezed her eyes closed and bit her lip hard enough to taste blood.

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Carry On | @meantforsomuchmore

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Ardi had been so wrapped up in the past and the feel of her muscles working, she hadn’t even heard Steve come in. It was only when he took hold of the bag that she looked up, shallowly panting right under the brink of hyperventilation, sweat coating her forehead.

As she hadn’t officially met Steve yet, she gave an awkward nod of acknowledgement, then went to unwrap her hands and clean off the powder. She found a few cuts on her knuckles, already weeping blood, and grimaced. Sucking gently on the cuts, she glanced over at Steve with an apologetic expression.

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Sighing, the super soldier pulled back, heading around to go the corner of the gym, pulling open the fridge and picking up a water bottle for her, heading back the way he came and handing it to her as he watched her closely. “And you’ll be needing to clean your knuckles as well…” He nodded, clicking his tongue. “Would you like some help with that?” 

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Ardi felt like a kid caught doing something wrong. It wasn't a good feeling, but she couldn't do much about it.

She had a brief moment of instinctual distrust when Steve handed her the water bottle; she'd never depended on anyone to get her things, and had to force herself to take it and drink a little from it.

When he asked to help clean her knuckles, she shook her head out of habit. But then she though about it. He was Captain America, he probably knew much more than she did about cleaning wounds. Reluctantly, she nodded, but kept her shoulders tensed.

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Carry On | @meantforsomuchmore

Ardi had only been staying at Stark Tower for a couple of days, and she was already getting restless. No matter how much squalor she’d had on the road, at least she could move along in the morning, leaving that town behind and just walk. She loved the fact that she wasn’t tied down to anywhere.

But now… she was expected to stay, like some misbehaving dog. Tony forbid her from straying too far from NYC, and it made her want to scream.

So, rather than sit all day and jiggle her foot, she decided to actually do something. Heading down to Stark Tower’s gym, she wrapped and powdered her hands, doing some warm-up stretches before working on a punching bag. For such a wiry girl, she packed a wallop.

As she pummeled her bag, she thought of her father and mother, which only made her blood pound harder in her ears. She would feel this workout in the morning.

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The super soldier had been forced, by lack of anyone else willing to do the job, to go to Stark Towers; not long before his holiday, he had been pushed towards the building in the middle of the city with the case files held in his hand, resting on his hip. He’d made small talk with Pepper and got along fine with Tony till it came to work, at which point he’d walked away. From across his shoulder he heard the call to make a stop at the gym and followed this advice, knowing Tony’s next project was down there and waiting for him. He noted the woman, pushing all her anger into the bag, about to hurt herself. He grabbed the bag from in front of her and stopped her. “Hey… what’s wrong?”

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Ardi had been so wrapped up in the past and the feel of her muscles working, she hadn't even heard Steve come in. It was only when he took hold of the bag that she looked up, shallowly panting right under the brink of hyperventilation, sweat coating her forehead.

As she hadn't officially met Steve yet, she gave an awkward nod of acknowledgement, then went to unwrap her hands and clean off the powder. She found a few cuts on her knuckles, already weeping blood, and grimaced. Sucking gently on the cuts, she glanced over at Steve with an apologetic expression.