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@sharpe-striker
Brandon had an early start to his morning, with his morning jog, meetings with his publicist, so to say he was in need of a caffeine high would be an understatement. Entering the coffee shop, Brandon stepped behind the young man in front of him. Eyes glued to his phone, he…
"Yeah," Brandon blushed, his pride hurt more than anything, "just wasn’t paying much attention." The young man ran a hand through his white streaked hair. "Sorry about that by the way."
He danced around with the music blasting in his ears. Not being aware that he was being watched.
" Ooooohhhh!! "
His eyes were closed as he song along loudly.
Brandon watched from the apartments doorway Azari danced. A grin blossomed on his face as he...
Brandon grinned, putting his phone in his pocket with one hand and using the other to both wave him off and surrender. "Calm down bro, just snapchatting that to everyone you know."
He danced around with the music blasting in his ears. Not being aware that he was being watched.
" Ooooohhhh!! "
His eyes were closed as he song along loudly.
Brandon watched from the apartments doorway Azari danced. A grin blossomed on his face as he recorded the other dancing on his phone. “Wow. Just wow” he laughed “,this is just great.”
" Train also. Are you ready to get your ass kicked pretty boy? " Stuffing his face with the breakfast as he started to gulp down the Orange juice.
"Aw, you think I'm pretty," He smirked, "and as far as ass kicking goes, I'll be the one kicking yours." His momentarily flashed a luminescent white in synch with the lights dimmed.
Striker || Pa-Pa-Pa-Pa-Paparazzi
" So what’s for breakfast? I’m starving… "
Opening the fridge to grab the jug of orange juice.
"You cooking?" Brandon sat sprawled on the sofa, flipping threw a magazine he was featured in.
" Negative, back in Wakanda I would’ve had my…
" Look local Celeb, don’t get smart. " Gathering the skillet and eggs, he started to whip up a small breakfast. " I think I’ll make breakfast just for myself. "
“I’m not getting smart. Just telling it like it is your highness" Brandon grinned behind his magazine. "That’s fine." He yawned nonchalantly. "I ordered out today, but I guess I can save the rest for later."
" You are such a prick… What’s on the agenda for today? " Azari placed the eggs on the plates along with toast and bacon, sliding one to Brandon.
A coy smirk appeared on Brandon’s lips. “Thanks.” He got up from his spot and poured two mugs of coffee. “Agenda? Nothing too special, I was gonna go and train for a bit. What about you?”
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“ If you don’t stop talking, I’m going to shove this paint brush straight up your nose.”
Brandon turned and with a raised eyebrow and looked at the other. "'Scuse me?"
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Danny had been craving coffee all morning, and making his way through the busy traffic during rush hour - and not referring to the roads - was slowing his pace, and it was becoming a struggle to contain the urge for the stuff which was the only thing that kept him going these...
Brandon had an early start to his morning, with his morning jog, meetings with his publicist, so to say he was in need of a caffeine high would be an understatement. Entering the coffee shop, Brandon stepped behind the young man in front of him. Eyes glued to his phone, he payed no attention to his surroundings and thinking the line moved forward, stepped right into the man right in front of him.
Evil!Brandon
The lights of Stark Tower flickered as Striker entered through the front doors. Security spotted him immediately, and was struck down almost as quickly as they saw him.
Glass shattered and alarms sounded as the former hero wreaked havoc in the main lobby.
Evil!Brandon??
Welp. I'll push out a starter for it.
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"It’s not that… It’s complicated…" Brandon let go of Mark’s wrist. "I won’t stop you if you want to leave."
❝Why should I stay? You always make it seem like it’s better when I’m not around. At least that’s how I feel.❞
"And I don't meant to. You know how I feel about you Mark." Brandon shoved his hands into his pockets, "I love you..."
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Instinctually throwing up an electromagnetic force field at the sound of gunfire, Striker surveyed the room.
April looked over seeing him looking sideways “W- well that’s an…interesting get up you got there..”
"Well, guess...
"I can't wear anything else." He shrugged, picking up the bags of money and returning them to a random bank teller.
sharpe-striker:
He turned back around “Wait… Please.” Brandon grabbed his wrist gently. “I don’t want you to go.”
Mark flinched at the grab, stopping in his tracks. “I…You seem like you want me to go.”
"It's not that... It's complicated..." Brandon let go of Mark's wrist. "I won't stop you if you want to leave."
ALL IN THE NAME OF CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT...
Send my muse prying asks about anything and everything… please?
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Instinctually throwing up an electromagnetic force field at the sound of gunfire, Striker surveyed the room.
April looked over seeing him looking sideways “W- well that’s an…interesting get up you got there..”
"Well, guess the cat's out the bag." Brandon zipped trough the bank and placed his palms on the two remaining robbers and sent a pulse of violent electricity trough their bodies. "And my outfits amazing."
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Brandon turned, unable to look at the hurt boy any longer. “I…” For once he was speechless. “I’m sorry…”
He was going to say something but didn’t. He just sighed, grabbing his arm, rubbing it slowly. ❝I’m…I should probably just go.❞ He muttered to himself.
He turned back around "Wait... Please." Brandon grabbed his wrist gently. "I don't want you to go."
"Not exactly." Brandon hopped out of the car and ran back behind an alley way. "It won’t take long though."
"Alright…i’ll just..wait here then.."
Changing into his suit of unstable molecules, Striker took to the roof…
Instinctually throwing up an electromagnetic force field at the sound of gunfire, Striker surveyed the room. Turning his force field into offensive he sent four more of the bank robbers through the window
