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Outta the Shop;

Still Semi-Hiatus. Actually more real Hiatus.

Did my last update in nearly a year, so yer.

Anyone is still around who misses me;

highcheekbonescollars is my skype so hmu

#out of the shop #ooc

theimpossibleeccentric

Find Blue's Clues

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“I’m surprised you gave in so easily John,” Sherlock stated casually as the two settled into a taxi to the small private airport Tony had directed them to.

John didn’t answer him, not at first. He had been mostly silent regarding the entire case, if it could be called that. When Sherlock had returned to Baker Street John had told, not suggested, that he was taking this particular case. There was only minor surprise when Sherlock simply agreed and didn’t probe further, it occurred to John shortly after that he had already spoken to Tony Stark . The man felt of a flare of anger under his skin then much as he had now at the nature of the entire ordeal.

John felt the urgency of the whole case, and it affected him more strongly than any serial killer had before.

“We need to find these weapons before someone else does.” Was his clipped reply.

#blues #ITS DONE #ITS OVER #WE DID IT #CONGRATS AND THANK FUCK FOR THATm

kingintheyard-blog

Out of the Yard;

HEY LADIES AND GENTS AND FOLKS,

I’m not dead. I’m still here and alive and whatnot. Now, with Greg only having one person to interact with and Tony the same, I’m slowly loosing interest for Tumblr-based RP.

I’m back on my personal which is peanutstospxce aaaaand I’m looking at smaller, off tumblr rps.

Like, email or Google Docs based. But yeeeer!

Long and short of it! This blog is now officially Semi Hiatus

itstitaniumalloyactually

Yeah I'm Semi-Hiatusing all my rp accounts because, quite frankly, not enough rp'ing is happening. If you want me, contact me via skype (highcheekbonescollars) (which also means you can add me on skype if you want) or my personal which is peanutstospxce

I'll bob back when the mood takes me.

#ooc #semi hiatus #kneeltoyourking

Out of the shop;

Casual reminder! Still on holiday so no replies until I'm back home.

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Out of the shop;

I'm on holidays now folks for 11 days so I'm afraid no posts/activity. C:

#ooc

itstitaniumalloyactually

Through the Kaleidoscope

kneel-archive

Loki twists and writhes against the ropes binding his wrists but to no avail. His attempts at standing too proved useless as his feet could not gain purchase in the rain softened ground beneath him. When his struggle against the ropes gives way to frustration, he sighs - dramatically, as is his nature, and slouches over - internal monologue already going strong as his wet hair flops into his face.

- … and here I am, Loki, son of no-one, cast out from the land I should be ruling - to be alone, abandoned, knocked into the dirt - bound and gagged like some mindless beast that might be keen to bite your hand off as soon as look at you. Damn you, Odin. Damn you, Thor. Damn the norns that cursed me to this fate and did not let me perish as a child - I was cast out, abandoned even then, and - “

The rustle of movement nearby snaps his head up, eyes alert and wide, trying to locate the source through the dark and the rain. He scoots on his butt at the sound of low, discernible speech, turning in a semi-circle to face whoever is approaching. Loki readies himself, his most intimidating glare distorting his face (though it is hardly intimidating given his damp and bedraggled state - making him look much like a grumpy child pouting in the mud.)

When Tony calls out to him, he cannot answer, but he is almost surprised by the concerned nature of the words. (And - perhaps thankfully, he does not recognize the voice straight away - it would make the situation all the more uncomfortable.)

That kind tone will change when they see my face.

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Slowly Tony made his way towards the figure, readying himself to launch skyward out of the way of any attack. It wasn’t that he mistrusted all Asgardians, but he’d followed the SHIELD reports of other visits from the aliens. With no answer, there were two reasons in the billionaire’s mind; injury, or trap. He hoped for the former.

“I’m coming closer, alright? Don’t... move.” He half stammered, not sure what to demand of the hunched up figure. A quick glance around the area to determine no other life forms in wait, along with his own readiness to react, Tony crossed to the figure.

“Hey J, gimme a normal view. Maybe throw a bit of a filter in to make it more.... visible.” The AI responded in the affirmative, and Tony struggled as his vision jumped and sparked until it settled. Visibility was low, but he could at least work out colours which was a nice relief.

Satisfied, he crossed to the prone figure and laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. There was something about him that was familiar, perhaps the clothing of hair style. “Alright buddy, let’s see what we’ve go- Shit!” Tony straightened up in alarm. His hand fell away, palm coming up flat ready to strike. “Loki?” When no reaction came, no jerk away or attempt to stand, Tony dropped his hand.

He dropped onto one knee, hand tentatively going back to his shoulder to pull him back upright. The way his arms were awkwardly held behind his back suggested bonds that Tony couldn’t make out in the foul weather, but that didn’t mean he dropped his guard.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

#kneeltoyourking #throughthescope #CHECK DIS OUT #A REPLY #AWW YISS #ps my writing has gone to shite #sorry

itstitaniumalloyactually

The Labours of Men of Genius

maskingfear

Papers are sprawled along the mahogany desk — the gold desk name tag tipping over the fore of the furniture ‘Dr. J. Crane’ engraved to greet the whomever enters his office. A red pen rests on his right ear whilst an identical one is poised between his fingers. Exhaustion is evident in his features, for the Professor never sleeps. With assignments increasing by the days, Crane found himself with piles of paperwork he would finish when the sun awoken all over again. His colleagues would falsely care for his condition — less curious and more noisy. Deciding on calling it a day, Crane piles the papers all into one and shoves them all into his empty drawer — locking it up in the process.

For what these children would do just for an A.

As he rises, there is a rapping at his door. He pauses as he adjusts his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Crane hesitates, betting it is a student who wants an extra assignment to pass the class — a paper that Crane doesn’t want to grade. But, he knows he can’t avoid them forever and decides to open the door. Cerulean eyes grow wide as they lock onto the famous Tony Starks eyes. He then peers through the hallway, a mixture of shock and confusion written along his countenance.

❝ Is this a prank? ❞

itstitaniumalloyactually

Tony regarded the young Doctor, his lips upturned in a bright smile. "Ah, Doctor Crane I presume. Good you're still here. I hope you're not busy..." Tony stepped past the other man into the office. He pulled off his glasses and pocketed them carefully, letting his eyes roam around the office as nosily take in a feel for the other man.

"I don't know how you think me being here was a prank... I'm not exactly cheap to hire out." He smiled, turning to face the psychologist. “Though why you think I do pranks is another story...” Tony shrugged, gesturing to the other man’s desk. He didn’t take the primary position of the doctor’s chair, electing instead to take the guest chair for himself. “If you’d be so kind...”

Suitably settled, Tony crossed his right leg over, foot beginning to jiggle in the air almost as if he were impatient. His fingers interlocked, resting over the back of his hands to tap very softly. It wasn’t often that he would sit still, and even in an impromptu meeting he couldn’t quite manage it.

“I’ve been following your work. Very interesting, I must say. I’m not normally one for the biological sciences, or the mental. But you’ve caught my eye. I like smart things.” The latter was said almost in a childish, mocking tone. However, there was only a friendly tease in his expression, something akin to what a normal person would use as an ice breaker. Tony Stark, Tony just tried not to intimidate.

“I’m impressed.”

#maskingfear #laboursofmen #SORRY THIS IS LIKE #A MONTH LATE TO THE DATE #I DO APOLOGISE #LIFE HAPPENED

Out of the shop;

Hey guys

So I've been AWOL for a while and between this and that forgot this account existed. So long story short, I'm gonna be back. I know I owe replies to maskingfear and kneel-to-your-king Can't remember if I owe anything else If I do! Lemme know If you want me to owe you (ie start a thread), Lemme know! Aaaand yer i'm back ish c:

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Out of the Yard;

I know I have replies to get on with, but I've been a bit, vacant of late. But I should hopefully get on with them this week.

#OOC

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