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i'm made up of black coffee, untamed hair, and poorly suppressed anger. | sophie adams | aka helena kyle | dependent | ageoftheheroesrp |

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j-buchananbrnes‌:

Bucky raised an eyebrow at her tone, wondering if she knew how condescending she was coming across, or if she did and didn’t care. “We don’t really work together anymore,” he said, with a little shrug. “We were in the same battalion during the war, but now he’s a hero on his own.” He gave a little shrug. “I’m not.”

“I know people who’d disagree. But to each their own, I guess,” she replied, shrugging before shifting in her seat to get into a more comfortable position. She hadn’t come here to argue with a war-hero-turned-assassin-turned-superhero with self-esteem issues. Yet here she was, with cold food and a vaguely irritated scowl.

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ofdamianwayne‌:

Damian wasn’t the biggest fan of being exposed, out in public spaces where it would be easy to be ambushed, but Alfred had insisted that he get fresh air, so there he was in central park. He was sitting on a bench observing someone, furrowing his brows, he finally decided to address them. 

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” 

Turning to face the unfamiliar voice, Sophie couldn’t help but frown. “Are you sure snooping’s a good idea?”

She wasn’t sure why she was being so defensive; it wasn’t like she was doing anything wrong. Slightly dodgy, maybe, but not illegal. She’d been interested in exactly how much hero and/or villain activity had been going on under her nose despite the fact that the city was meant to be a vigilante-free zone, so she’d taken it upon herself to plant some cameras. That was all. Nothing this kid should be worried about, anyway.

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ofagent37‌:

Maybe it was too soon to wear his Nightwing suit again. Maybe it was just that he was out of practice. But damn, all his body hurt now. “You’re out of shape, Di-” Thankfully, he felt someone coming before he could finish saying his own name. Now all he had to do was call the police to get the thief he just beat and get out of there, no engaging. Dick moved the man’s body to the side and slowly turned around to face the person. “Lovely nights in Manhattan, huh?”

It had been a long time since Sophie’d felt safe wandering the streets. Whether it had been her own, less than legal activity, or just the well-known danger of dark alleyways in general. But this was suppose to be a safe city, right? That was why they’d shoved all of the supers in here. So why did she still feel so unsafe? Apparently she didn’t need to wait too long for that question to be answered, as she was soon addressed by none other than fucking Nightwing. “What. The. Fuck?”

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j-buchananbrnes‌:

Bucky raised an eyebrow at the irritation in her tone. Clearly, he hadn’t known what she meant or he wouldn’t have said what he did. If she hadn’t meant wimpy, she shouldn’t have said wimpy. That’s why words had definitions instead of just guesses. “Sorry,” he said mildly. He smiled briefly. He could tell she was basically patronizing him now, but he didn’t say so. “Yeah, he is.”

Nodding, Sophie took a few more bites of her food. “So, what’s it like working with the great Captain America anyway?” She was more than aware that her condescending tone was just getting worse and worse by the minute, but it seemed rude to let the conversation taper off like that. And, to be honest, she wasn’t really sure how to keep small-talk like this going. She’d usually just blank people and be done with it.

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ofselinakyle‌:

   Selina smirked. She didn’t know why, but this girl kept reminding her of something. It was like smelling a flower and being sent back to the childhood days, to the room with small windows and view to a little garden. But it was feeling. And that was something Selina wasn’t used to. She left her past where it belonged and nothing made her feel such a thing before. Not even looking at Bruce, the man that meant so much - both good and bad. “We are quite a group, what can I say.” She tilted her head. “Are you from there too?”

It was the kind of question that Sophie hated. The answer should’ve been simple; she didn’t grow up in Gotham, she didn’t remember ever even visiting Gotham. Hell, she didn’t think she’d ever been anywhere near Gotham. But she couldn’t be one hundred percent sure, she never could. Besides, her whole reason for shoving herself into this bubble had been to try and be a better person, and wasn’t honesty the best policy?

“I dunno. I could be.”

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canaryinfishnets‌:

Dinah stopped when she heard her. She grabbed the swinging bag to keep it steady as she looked over to her. “Don’t worry about it. Not the worse I’ve had.” Dinah said, gesturing to one of the many bruises. “Probably wouldn’t be the last either. I think letting a few hits get in is only fair when your a little drunk and its you against a whole dive bar. I think I did pretty well.” She humored about the situation.

“What can I do you for?”

“A whole dive bar? What were you drinking?” Granted, her attempt at humor was a little dry, but it wasn’t exactly a conversation she’d mentally prepared herself for when she’d come in to ask about pricing.

Luckily, the woman broached the question so she didn’t have to awkwardly interlude into it. It also made it a lot more likely that she was, in fact, the instructor, or at least the owner. Maybe both.

“Self-defense lessons. How much are they?”

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j-buchananbrnes‌:

Bucky smiled a little and shrugged. “Maybe,” he said. He couldn’t help but laugh as the girl spoke. “No, wimpy implies that he was cowardly as well as weak. He wasn’t physically strong, but Steve has never been a coward.” An unmistakable fondness crept into his voice. “He’s the bravest guy I know, way before the serum. They wouldn’t have gotten Captain America from anybody else, not like this.”

“You know what I meant.” Sophie said, a slight tone of irritation to her voice. Everyone knew who Steve Rogers had been before he was Captain America, just like everyone knew who he’d become afterwards. Not that he seemed to have changed all that much, he just actually started winning fights. Still, it felt cruel to be rude to an old man who was clearly reminising. So she decided to play along “Yeah, seems to me like he’s one of a kind. From what I’ve heard, anyway.”

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canaryinfishnets‌:

Dinah often released her emotions the way she knew best. Into a punching bag. It kept her sane if she was honest. The fact she got hold of a dojo hear meant she had a place she could do what the hell she wanted to relieve her stress levels. That and she could teach some of the people here how to protect themselves if need be. Removing her hoodie, she heard a murmurer about the bruises on her body. “It isn’t as bad as they look. You should see the other guys.”

Having had several encounters now with big-name heroes and villains alike had really been a kick in the ass for Sophie. Realising exactly who she was trapped with, she had decided that it might be a good idea to get at least some self defense lessons. Granted, she had absolutely no idea how she was going to afford them, but that was why she was here.

What she hadn’t expected, though, was to walk in on who she could only presume was the instructo. Covered in bruises. Abusing a punching bag.

“Holy shit.”

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ofagent37‌:

Dick studied her reaction and noticed something in her gaze. He was sure she wasn’t lying, but there was something else behind the answer. “Just thought you looked like him. That’s why I thought I knew you before, maybe. Just reminded me of him.” Replied with a small smile, using it as the end of their conversation. He looked down at his food, memories of Bruce and Selina in the batcave engaging in very heated conversations hitting his mind. Along with many theories he and his brothers came up with years ago.

Sophie’s brow furrowed. She’d seen Bruce - who hadn’t? The man seemed to be on every gossip column and shitty news service across the country, if not globally. She’d never seen a resemblence, and she’d checked. Then again, she’d cross-referenced most celebrities she was exposed to as a child, so she could have easily missed something. But she doubted it. “Yeah, well you were wrong, so...” She didn’t finish her sentence, instead choosing to turn her attention back to her own, now-cold food. With a sigh, she continued to eat it, struggling through the bites with the knowledge that if she didn’t eat this now then she wouldn’t eat anything until dinner.

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ofselinakyle‌:

   When the girl actually jumped on her spot, Selina raised an eyebrow. She wasn’t used to people not noticing her, but maybe it was the fact that Gotham had almost perfect vigilantes. She was spoiled. “Hiding is the best defense, dear. If someone wanted to shoot you, you would be dead by now.” Something about the girl made her stay on the same position, without moving a finger. It was the same feeling she got every time she saw Bruce Wayne after months of being away from him. The feeling of being in front of a familiar face, someone who knew her. It was weird. And Selina didn’t like weird. “Or maybe it’s just my inner Gotham girl.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” Sophie shrugged, although bullet wounds hadn’t killed her yet. Hurt a hell of a lot, though; she’d give them that. She wasn’t entirely sure why she had just admitted that to a complete stranger, though. Sure, her brain wasn’t in kahoots with her mouth at the best of times, but she’d come here to get away from her past, not to drag it up again at the first available opportunity. Although, there was something incredibly familiar about the woman. Something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. “Gotham, huh? That explains the skulking.”

[mojoworldmartyr]

★☆All eyes on me★☆ (Open Starter)

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mojoworldmartyr‌:

“Your idea of a free country contrasts heavily with the wall surrounding us. Where i’m from; at least they are clear with our lack of freedom.” Shatterstar said, glaring at the woman behind him. Free country seemed incorrect on all levels.

“I came to this planet to escape being trapped. And what happens? I get captured and put back in a cage. I do not understand why more people are not revolting. This is tyrannical.” Shatterstar said once more, hitting his swords against the wall to no avail.

“If you have a thing about walls then you’re gonna have a bad time. They’re pretty much everywhere.” After all, there was the great wall of China, the old Berlin wall, that wall Trump kept talking about but never actually building...

“Actually, I think most of us chose to be here. It’s suppose to be some kind of utopia; free of crime, no need for heroes or villains, all that shit. Whether or not you believe in it depends how you take that spoonful of sugar.”

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j-buchananbrnes‌:

Bucky smiled faintly and shrugged. He wasn’t stuffed into cyro or being forced to murder anyone, so really, he was just enjoying the fact that he was able to act like a person. If she wanted to be Miss Doom & Gloom, that was her choice, but he thought it was a waste of a freedom that was so rare. “Those guys were heroes,” he said, with a little shrug. “I was just…included, somehow. Although it was a hell of a lot easier without having to make sure Steve wasn’t getting beat up by some guy twice his size.” Fondly, he added, “The dumbass.”

“Yeah, and they’d probably say the same thing if I asked them.” That was if they were around to answer it, but apart from this guy and Captain America himself she was pretty sure that the rest of the Howling Commandos were dead. Or at least nearly there. “Oh yeah. Didn’t he use to be, like, wimpy?” Maybe the wrong word to use when discussing the Captain, especially to his so-called best friend, but it wasn’t an incorrect statement.

[underneaththetide]

Dead and Gone // State Champs

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[surrealist-lyricist]

Living Room Song - The Wonder Years

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ofagent37‌:

Dick kept looking at the girl but then turned to the window. It was the same feeling of when he saw someone he knew before the invasion, so he knew she was somehow part of his life back in Gotham. Which made it interesting, the fact that she was apparently denying it, or hiding it. Was she just a normal person or someone who ran into the family? He hated unanswered questions.

A frown was drawn on his face as he thought about the people he remembered. All his memories of Damian were untouched, therefore his attitude and his face were easy to recognize in case he saw him. And somehow, this girl was ringing a bell there. She was sitting on the next table and he could get her attention easily, but direct words were needed. “Do you know Bruce Wayne?” Dick sure was expecting the negative answer, but he could read people easily, maybe this girl was no exception.

The question caught Sophie off guard, and her head shot up with a confused expression. “Do I look like I know Bruce Wayne?” From what she understood, the man seemed to throw money at everything he touched. And while she could certainly use some, she felt that she very clearly didn’t have any. Unless this particular man had a very distorted view of what wealth looked like.

The question did bring with it some questions, though. It was such an oddly specific question for a place so far from Gotham, especially when she herself was in no way a celebrity or any kind of socialite. But then, there was always that chance - that very, very small chance - that Bruce could be her father. But that statistic, in her mind, was more or less the same with any man - or woman, for that matter - who was concievably old enough to be parents to a seventeen year old girl.

Then again, with a reputation like Bruce’s, maybe she should up his likelyhood a bit.

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j-buchananbrnes‌:

Bucky shrugged again. “But we won’t know either way until the chips fall where they may, so I’m not gonna waste a relatively peaceful time by worrying over it,” he said. “I’ve dealt with way too much strife not to appreciate the downtime when I get it.” He raised his eyebrows. “Oh,” he said, surprised. “I didn’t know I was in any history books.”

“Maybe you’re right.” Sophie shook her head. “Whatever happens happens, I guess.” Not his fault that she was a pessimist. Although, in the same vain, it wasn’t her fault that his seemingly eternal optimism was irritating. At least she didn’t think so. “Yeah. I mean, you guys were, like, heroes during World War Two. Of course you’re in the history books.”