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I had terrible self-confidence when I was younger. I was paranoid about being too skinny, I had no boobs and looked like a boy. It got to the point where I wouldnāt wear short sleeves because I hated my skinny arms. I remember filming my first scene in bikini and I cried and cried. But, as Iāve got older and met some new mates who helped boost my confidence, Iāve accepted that everyone is beautiful in different ways.
If all the energy utilized for arguing was directed at finding adequate resources, we'd actually make progress.Ā With this group, that seems like a foreign concept.
I honestly do not know how weāll all survive with all of you fighting each other. If weāre all here for the same purpose, how about we work together to reach it?
I suggest that others put aside their petty conflicts and be more cooperative, but I cannot see that happening in the near future.
Human, wake up. Youāre slowing us down. God damnit. Why did I agree to let you tag along in the first place?Ā
Excuse me, from what I recall you were the one begging for my assistance. It's highly likely that you'd be dead without me, so please rest your oral cavity before I rip it out.Ā
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shit okay so i was bored and didn't want to pay attention in physics so i did this:
arden - storm? + something
zach - wolverine + scott summersĀ
kira - natasha romanoff? + something
teo - thor (YES)
matt - CLINT BARTON FUCKING HAWKEYE HOLY SHIT IT WORKS SO WELL YOU HAVE NO IDEA BC IN THE COMICS HAWKEYE IS TOTALLY DIFFERENT like he's an asshole who like making jokes and doing what he feels is right vs orders sometimes and is really loyal to those he trusts and only those people and like BASICALLY:
"Clint Barton is a contentious sort, not willing to accept orders or leadership easily. Heās the perpetual devilās advocate, though always with a grin because he knows itās pushing your buttons. Still, he is fun to be around and knows how to have a good time thanks to living in environments that promote fun on off-hours (performer, crime, professional athlete, soldier). And once he trusts you, that trust is total until lost. He'll die for his friends or better yet, fight to keep them alive..."
IDK IF I EVEN GOT YOUR CHARACTER RIGHT BUT I'M JUST REALLY HAPPY BC I LOVE CLINT HE'S LIKE MY SECOND FAVE AVNEGERS BC HE'S SUCH AN ASSHOLEĀ
idek
ignore me im nerding it's gross
The scowl on #001984ās face deepened as he pressed himself closer to the girl, tightening his grip on her slender neck. āAnswer me. I wonāt hesitate to kill you,ā he threatened, hoping that she hadnāt notice his voice slightly falter at the latter sentence. Theories on who this girl couldāve been ran through his mind; if she was a mutant, then he wouldāve been dead by now. But if she worked for the government, he wouldāve been seized earlier. #001984 couldnāt quite comprehend what she was doing here and how she got here, but something in her bright blue eyes suggested that she wasnāt one of the bad guys. He wanted to hear it himself.Ā
She senses a wave on insincerity at the man's threat. Even though his grip tightens around her neck, this supports her previous deduction. Since there is a less likely chance of being killed, the two butterfly knives tucked away in her boots would not be of use, rather words would. (If only she could properly inhale) Stabilizing her breathing pattern, she manages to vocalize the word: "Non-hostile."Ā
Ignoring his racing heartbeat as the footsteps approached, #001984 crouched behind a large shelf and braced himself for what was to come.Ā Oneā¦ twoā¦ threeā¦Ā He tore away from his hiding spot and grabbed the newcomer by their neck, pushing their body against the wall, his fingers radiating electricity only a few inches from their neck. "Tell me: who are you, and what do you want?" he growled.
Her back slams into the concrete wall of the abandoned weapons complex. Judging by the strength of his blow and the electricity sparking at his fingertips, this man is, without a doubt, genetically engineered. Sizing up her opponent, she notices his stiff posture and rugged appearance. Although in soldier gear, he does not appear to be affiliated with the government, but one can never be too sure. Instead of replying, she stills her body andĀ stares straight into his gray-blue eyes
"I love Dylan. Heās the cutest thing ever. Heās so funny and sweet. Heās like my little brother."
interlude ā kira sebastev
"Generate a digital wireframe of the electromagnetic transmission and chemical aerial distributor, I need a holographic projection pronto." commands a fair-skinned woman as soon as she steps into the room, a hint of alarm is present in her voice.
The flickering of lights in the tech laboratory and slight delay in computer response seem to not be products of what she assumed as a slight power outage. Rather, the wide eyes and rushed movements of the scientists who were previously demonstrating a genetic patterning technique, blatantly suggest otherwise. As one of the trainees participating in this comprehensive seminar, she doubts she the only person curious as to what is happening.
"This activity will be canceled for today. We will be sending alternative schedules as soon as possible. You may vacate the area. Thank you." the lady announces, before pulling out her a touch-screen communicator. "Delegation A03 are operational." she speaks into the device, before turning her back to the group of adolescents.
Shoving her tablet and communicator into a rucksack, she exits the premise along with seven other individuals. The hallways are more crowded than usual, as guards position themselves along the walls, almost as if readying for an attack. Only her mind seems to pick up this sense, as two boys in front of her speak loudly of the "hot" woman from earlier.
Kira rolls her eyes. ŠøŠ“ŠøŠ¾Ń.
A pounding of footsteps stops her internal rant. Glancing sideways to find the source, something else catches her eye. An open, unguarded door from across the hall displays live surveillance streams on large screens. Her instinct tells her this is something she needs to see.
Nonchalantly separating from her group, she makes her way inside the room and shuts it quietly. The blindingly bright screens show endless amounts of live footage. Soldiers were scattered all around the area, however, the faces don't seem familiar. Plugging in her personal, self-made thumb drive into the computer, she begins decrypting the software. Accessing these files proves to be harder than her previous hacking situation. Nonetheless, she gets past the military grade firewall without encountering problem.
Accessing a facial identification system and applying that on all screens, she sets up a data patterning chart. Lechner, Annalise. Human. Niemi, Draco. Human. Varga, Gavin. Human. An obvious pattern emerges amongst the black-clad individuals. They are all human. This was odd. Usually, many GEARS are stationed alongside one or two humans. However, not a single genetically engineered soldier is present. Based off the surveillance, they all seem to be situated in one area.
This strange occurrence sends her mind racing. So, this panic must be related to these organisms. It is highly unlikely for this to be a training exercise gone wrong. That would not require a tremendous amount of security. A non-responsive or rogue soldier would not entail this much of a threat either.
A glitch?
Suddenly, the door behind Kira slides open. The noise makes her hand instinctively dive for her USB and slip it into the pocket of her bag.
"What are you doing here?" the soldier demands, his eyebrows knit in what must be either confusion or anger.
Decisively, she queries back in the most authoritative voice she could muster. "Excuse me, who are you? Get me a commander or someone more qualified. This information is vital." she crosses her arms and tilts her chin to the door to exaggerate her point.
"I apologize, officer. They instructed us to clear all rooms and assess if there are any possible threats."
"Do I look like a threat? Leave now, your superiors will not be pleased with your questioning of authority."
"Right away, ma'am." He salutes before exiting the door. Close call.
Waiting a few seconds before leaving the room, she secures the premises and walks out with all the information tucked into the seam of her bag. This was unusually easy. A bit too easy. Everything is too easy. She can't help but feel suspicious, but shakes off the paranoia before she over thinks things.
Thankfully, the hallway even more crowded than before. So, she easily slips into the sea of people just hoping that there is no target on her back.
It is only later that she realizes, there has always been one.
Iām gonna fight āem off A seven nation army couldnāt hold me back
001984xĀ replied to yourĀ post:WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?
ooc: ur character is a fukin nerd just like u
ooc; nah i'm the gross kind of nerd, she's cool bc she's smart and shit
WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?
Bad moods are usually associated with the stress threshold of a person. Anger or irritation is manifested as a result of inability to withstand stress. Therefore, exercise seems like the most logical choice due to the release of endorphins in the body causing a temporary sense of euphoria.Ā
running down to the riptide ā kira sebastev
Compartmentalization of the mind is key in attaining mental equilibrium. By discarding the unimportant, a vacancy for more essential ideas is established in order to upgrade levels in cerebral efficiency. In addition, segregation constructs an organized storage system for thoughts, knowledge, and memories. This must be why Kira's recollection of her parents is at a minimum.
She only distinctly remembers her father. This distinction, however, is solely attributed to the missing presence he had during her childhood. The frantic typing on a keyboard and the tinkering with metal pieces evolved from a work activity into a lifestyle. It swallowed him whole and, unfortunately, she was never able to see a father in him. Little did she know, she would never see him again.
Only days after her tenth birthday, he departed for an in-depth research activity in unclaimed territory. This event, of all memories, is what she recalls in detail. She can still see his rushed figure weaving through the shadows, the ring of the telephone in the crowded child service center, and the pitying glance of the obnoxious, pale-skinned nurse. The hushed, artificially regretful tone when conversing with her was applied more often as the news of her father's disappearance circulated. Ten days later he was announced to be deceased.
It was not a melancholic event. Rain did fall, the day was indeed gloomy, and it was uncharacteristically quiet. Yet, she did not mourn for him. Instead, her tears were shed for the concept of losing the only chance of having family.
Analyzing their "relationship" now, it seems as if there was a mutual sense of indifference. This being stated, she is confused as to why her thumb stops over the electronic folder marked with the following: #AB1097, Stanislav Sebastev. The three-hour archiving task, which is possibly the most tedious and monotonous assignment in existence, has finally brought upon a change of pace. Five minutes from letting a small virus seep through the cracks of the system, the file pops open.
Kira only realizes she's shaking halfway through reading the records. From nearly being abandoned forever, her father's case is promoted to number one priority, rather, the red compartment in her organized brain.
It's color is as vibrant as the bold, red word written on the page before her: terminated.
For girls my age or young women, youāre at a point in your life where youāre trying to work out who you are. You have to choose what your careerās going to be, what direction youāre going to go. And all these things happen so quickly when youāre a teenager. Itās so confusing and itās so messed up and on top of that, every young person goes through issues with their family, where they feel like an outcast or whatever.
