crossbonesbrock replied to your post: Bleck.
What’s wrong? Zo?
Just have been moody the last few days, and have a lot on my mind. But thanks for asking.
seen from United States
seen from Israel

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Russia
seen from United States

seen from Russia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from Italy

seen from Poland
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from South Korea
seen from United States

seen from Netherlands
seen from Yemen

seen from Malaysia
crossbonesbrock replied to your post: Bleck.
What’s wrong? Zo?
Just have been moody the last few days, and have a lot on my mind. But thanks for asking.
Yer evil now? Ha, don't make me laugh.
Does that make you chuckle?
Just wanted to let you know.. You suck. This is your friendly reminder, Crossbones.
Thank you, Brock.
Locked underground...
Brock brought Ivan to the old underground bomb shelter that hasn't been used in years, last time he used it was to train and break the dame, Diamond back. He had the place spruced up slightly with fresh jugs of water, there was a small tub in the corner filled up with water itself - for torture purposes only, yet still no light though. He dropped Ivan inside it, the mattress catching his fall.
Unarmed, and unable to get up - Brock would have Ivan broken soon enough. He slid down into the hole on a rope, he'd be using to get in and out of the shelter. Turning on a bright flashlight he aimed it at Ivan. "Rise and shine, sleepin' beauty~ Time to wake up~" He said getting one of the jugs of water and dumping it over Ivan's head.
Burnt and still going.
Brock found himself coughing on the floor as his room burned, he had managed to snuff the fire that engulfed him out. He tried to get up but he found it way to hard to move with his body being burnt. He was used to pain, just not this type of pain. The grunts who came in quickly worked fast when they saw the room alight. They got a extinguisher quickly going to douse the flames. Brock soon found himself pulled out into the hallway as a loud alarm was going off. He could finally breathe a bit better once he was out of the smoky room. Groaning he tried to force himself up off the ground but a few grunts prevented him from doing so. "Stay... You need medical attention."
"I don't - Ack! The little twerp actually set me on fire.." He winced as the guards went to help him up, supporting him.
"...You will be just fine, Bones." A guard sighed as they led him off. After being dragged for a short bit, Brock went to brush them off standing on his own.
"I'll go myself..." He huffed, going to stagger off. He was stronger then that, he could and would endure for his pride's sake...
Once in the Med bay a Doctor went quickly to help him into a bed with a sigh. "Here again, Mr. Rumlow?" He mused quickly going to get to work on him.
"Ya... The boss's kid an' this girl decided to set me on fire." Brock quietly closed his eyes as he was being looked after.
"The boy was never that much of a brat.. That's new." The doctor frowned as he thought about it. "Just rest, I'll have you taken care of in no time. You should heal just fine in the week..." He added quickly.
"...Thanks, doc." Brock sighed, finding himself dozing off soon after he was injected with some pain killers. He'd get back at Emil... One day.
Yer not a donkey anymore, I see.
-stares at, not really sure what to do-
crossbonesbrock replied to your post: [Brock picks up Steve with a small smirk.] Hello Rogers~ Yer a bunny now?
I think I’ll toss ya into a cage and give ya to the boss. He’d love that.
... Please don't. He'd like it, but I wouldn't!
[Brock picks up Steve with a small smirk.] Hello Rogers~ Yer a bunny now?
-unamused twitch of the nose- Yes. Yes I am.