#bcntbouquet

[lostcfterdark]

@bcntbouquet continued from X

"Superficial?" Laurie parroted back, drawing the word out as he chewed on a response. He leaned forward, fingers twining together, followed by some pops of cracked knuckles as Laurie stretched his arms out. "So tell me, Mr Mordaunt, a wonderfully ironic name for this conversation I should say, why don't you tell me where - in your professional opinion - it becomes a more..." He twisted a finger in the air, searching for the word, "Profound knowledge, and we'll go from there."

[beautifulxboy]

Hal and Derward - nowhere is a fool like me (closed starter)

Hal had seen it coming, his analogue radio picked up the local stations which sent out regular messages about boarding up windows, securing anything not nailed to the floor and being 'weather aware'. The dark clouds were off in the distance but were moving in their direction. Hal knew he could drive away, drive out of state, avoid the weather all together but he liked Kentucky, he had friends in the local towns and would hop from place to place to see them. Hal was doing some odd jobs here and there in exchange for money or something on his van being fixed. He decided he would see the storm through, he would stay in his van and weather it out. It wouldn't be his first time and would not be the last. He knew about a spot, it was a dirt patch people used to park up on long journeys but the attraction to the land was the fact that it was behind a big rocky hill. With the predicted wind direction Hal knew there was a chance of being somewhat sheltered by the storm. Hal parked up, saw he wasn't the only one with this idea but he didn't mind. Hal hopped out of the drivers seat, his long curly hair looked more wild in the breeze, his clothes were big and hanging off of his body drowning in a big sweatshirt with a graphic of a racoon on the front with the words ' I put the fun in dysfunctional" underneath. Hal opened the back of his van and pulled out his gas camping stove along with a bag of groceries. "Gonna get myself some food" he muttered to himself "gotta make sure I eat" he looked up at the sky with his mouth open deep in thought wondering if it was about to rain. Hal stood for a moment and sung lowly almost under his breath "Well it's cloudy in the morning gonna be raining in the afternoon Cloudy in the morning and it's gonna be raining in the afternoon If you don't like this rainy weather you better pack your bags and move But if you're running from it brother the only road that I can see If you're running from it brother the only road that I can see Is the road that leads to nowhere and nowhere is a fool like me" As Hal looked to the side he spotted someone, someone young, about his hight, about his age and looked an awful lot like him. "Aye yo" he held his hand out, made his way over while tripping on a rock nearly losing his balance. "Hello" he waved thinking the man couldn't hear him "hello!" he tried for a third time. @bcntbouquet

[timeguardians]

@bcntbouquet

"I'm sorry, I didn't know. He told me you were in the past."

Rogers gingerly reaches for the titanium shield he cluched. Cerulean orbs widen in consideration of it's more than impeccable state. "I'll be damned." She murmurs tremulously. It is still every bit as beautiful as it had been SEVENTY years ago, and just as comforting in it's weight too.

"Don't be sorry." Cap knows she owes the man an explanation, one that defies all logic. "I went into the ice in 45. Stark had every reason to believe I wouldn't be coming back. Hell, I'm not even sure -- I am back. This all feels like a dream." Where was Howard? She internally mused, not knowing that he had passed.

The world around her is so foreign. Everything has changed. With a swallow, she glanced around. "Can you at least tell me who won the war?" And though she is fairly certain she is in New York, she feels an overwhelming sensation like she is INCREDIBLY LOST. "And do you have a few hours to show me around?"

[lostcfterdark]

@bcntbouquet Continued from X

"Well I can say whoever did your bandage was either a hack or an intern. It's too loose, looks like it snagged on something and is already coming undone." He paused, then slowly looked up at Gilmary, "Unless you tried to itch it, in which case I might be blaming someone completely innocent for your actions." Not even having to look, so used to the room already, Laurie left a plastic bag on Gilmary's desk before dropping into 'his' chair across the room.

He was watching, maybe too closely, maybe too intensely. "If you don't want a scar, I can help with that." He offered, slowing down as he went, as the uncertainty set in. Laurie leaned back in the chair, and finally made himself look away from the bandage, the window was always a good option. "Although I hear they go over well when dating, something rugged and masculine about them, so maybe you'll want to keep it."

[etxrnaleclipse]

Cont. from @bcntbouquet || Quinn and Brandy (x)

"Well, if it is one of your nightmares, then this is some very messed up shit because I'm sharing it too." he replied, glad that Brandy didn't seem as angry anymore. They were in a shit situation, that was for sure, but they needed to work together if they were going to get out of it alive.

He was used to being the one who gave the orders, who made the decisions, but here he was completely useless. Brandy at least seemed to be better prepared for what they were facing, so when he was given the instruction, he nodded his head. "You got it. Back here."

[gothxmcitysirens]

@bcntbouquet continued from here

Lucy giggled a little as she respectfully watched Dom tug on his shirt. Goodness, he was such a cutie.

She glanced back down at her feet, feeling the warmth rush to her cheeks. "No, I'm good for the moment," Lucy admitted with a soft smile. "But I gotta know why the costume department has so many plastic fangs; are you planning on doing a rendition of Romeo and Juliet but everyone is a vampire?"

[twilightterror]

@bcntbouquet: Volker sent: ❛i am one of the few honest people that i have ever known.❜

❝And I am one of the many, many liars that I know.❞ A bit of a curt response, she was a little annoyed. Her form flickered, overcome with what looked almost like tv static for a second before she came back into focus. The sensation was deeply unpleasant, and a sign she was becoming untethered from the mortal realm again, so she cleared her throat and tried a more patient response.

❝Pardon me. All I meant was that I'm quite used to everyone being dishonest, so forgive me if I don't take your honesty at face value.❞ Tinseltown was the capital of fakes, after all. ❝But even if I don't exactly trust you, I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt.❞

[timeguardians]

@bcntbouquet 

"I'm a certified psychiatrist, young lady... I only believe that you believe it..."

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Discomfiture is radiated in Lu's very stance. Sheepish eyes flash over him at his words. Macready had forced this upon finding out she made up a magical land in the wardrobe. It wasn't the imaginative nature that got her here. Rather, it was insisting unwaveringly that the land existed. But Lucy was raised to tell the truth, the full truth, and nothing less.

The real trouble was that she believed whole-heartedly in Narnia and her Narnian experience. She had tea with Tumnus, met with Aslan, and battled a very nasty witch. Oh, Lucy is almost physically pained. She KNOWS it sounds so outlandish!!!! That is why Mrs. Macready refused to let her speak any more on the matter.

"She thinks I'm crazy?" She sputters, her voice trembling with worry. The dirty-blonde grabs a tissue and pulls absently at the threads of the small white patch. She shreds it into a untidy pile on her lap. "That's why I'm here. Isn't it?" The realization causes her to slump further into her seat.

"Did the Macready inform you that this is some outcry for attention because my parents decided to be part of the war efforts?" Tear-flooded eyes lift to meet his. Her intestines seemed to twist hard within her.