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[strobecity]

» LOST IN TRANSIT

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KANG EUNHEE [ JESSICA JUNG ]

PARK HAEUN [ YOON BOMI ]

[itscalled-myuh-myuh-orsomething]

I Got Out, I Got Out | Closed

Sitting in O'Reilley's had become a common occurrence for Darcy. She liked to sit in the last seat at the bar and watch everyone who came in. Most of them were teens skipping school, smoking cigarettes and trying to convince the owner to let them drink a bit. They reminded Darcy of herself back when she had been their age. Sixteen and bored, the best and worst combination possible for the Lewis household. Darcy had always been the wild child- or a sufferer of middle child syndrome if you asked her dad. Becoming friends with Jane had definitely tamed the majority of her wild ways- she had stopped skipping classes, stopped smoking, stopped nearly everything but drinking and speeding. Darcy needed to keep some parts of her bad-ass nature otherwise she wouldn't be her lovely self.

After Jane had left for the academy, Darcy had slipped back into her old ways. She had partied with the Greek Row kids from the university and gotten herself in a few bad situations- sleeping with some girl's boyfriend on accident, drinking so much that she passed out at a party, and nearly getting caught with some dick who brought cocaine to a party that ended up getting busted. She handled all those situations well though- she was a Lewis after all. She actually missed those dimwits sometimes, mainly because the academy was so boring. Except for the hostage situation, of course. That had been a terrifying situation for Darcy, even though she hadn't been one of the people taken. Having Jane just be ripped out of her life like that had scared the shit out of Darcy. Jane was her best friend in the world; more like her sister than anything else. Darcy owed Jane so much and could not imagine her life without the tiny scientist. If it weren't for Jane, Darcy would probably be in jail for drugs or for tasing a cop or something. She was glad Jane had gotten home safe and sound, thanks to the bad-ass rescue from Darcy and Thor.

Despite the hostage incident, coming to the academy had helped Darcy find her way back to the light. She had met some interesting albeit intense people and a hunky man from outer space. They were all extremely smart and kick-ass and they pushed her to try to better herself. Especially Heimdall. She was going to the library every day- mainly because the librarian didn't trust her to check out a book- to learn more about Norse mythology and science things. Darcy wanted to impress Heimdall; he was like the walking embodiment of an encyclopedia. Heimdall knew all the answers to everything because of his Sight and she wanted to be able to understand what he was talking about whenever they talked about Asgard. Darcy didn't know when she had become the kinda girl who wanted to change for a guy but she, surprisingly, didn't mind it. To her, it wasn't actually changing for a guy. It was simply bettering herself for the sake of bettering herself. It was about time Darcy got her act together, for real. If she was inspired to do this because of a guy, so fucking what? She was finally doing good again and-

"Hey sexy," A voice pulled Darcy from her thoughts and she looked up- it was one of the high schoolers. "I saw you eyeing me and my friends, you want to join us for a smoke?" Ah, her first real test. She looked him up and down, a smirk curling onto her lips. She grabbed her drink and eyed him. "Nope," She said, her lips making a popping sound as she emphasized the last syllable. She downed the rest of her drink and jumped down from her seat. "Girls with faces like mine don't smoke Pall Malls and aren't impressed with kids who do. Just a friendly tip." She placed the money she owed on the counter and walked out, swaying her hips.

[trouble-itsnothere]

About a Girl || Closed

Cleo was jumping on her bed and blasting Nirvana to kill time. It wasn't exactly like she had anything else to do. She could only fry so many dummies with her powers before someone got suspicious. And that was about as much fun as a girl could have around this place without accidentally trying to bone someone's boyfriend. She fucking wished Rachel and Tanya would show up. Carol was chill, and Felicia was the baddest bitch around but other than the two of them (and Elektra, kind of?) she was hanging around by herself waiting for something interesting to happen. That hostage thing was fucked up, and only minorly exciting, anyway. She wanted that Gossip Bitch to come back or something. That would stir the pot. And she wouldn't mind watching some drama go down. Lately, there'd been too much of it involving her.

Without her girls, she felt weird and out of place. Without her slutskateers, she was just... well, a slut. Not that it bothered her. Shit, she prided herself on being free with her body. But the 'academy' was full of prudes and people who otherwise had sticks up their asses. Cough, Coulson. 

She was still pissed about Heimdall, too. This goddamn idiot leading her on without even knowing it- God, guys could get away with murder. She hated that. No one would fault him for dancing up on her when he had some crazed angry chick two feet away at the same damn party. All the shit and the stink-eyes would get directed right at her. That would be the big test for Carol; whether or not she'd leap up Cleo's ass for- ahem- dancing with someone else's boy toy. That had been humiliating, as much as she hated to admit it.

Her street creds meant pretty much nothing around here. Especially because she had actually cried in the bathroom. God, it was like a horrible high school movie. She had come off, as far as she could tell, as either batshit crazy, a bitch (but not the good kind), or a whore. (Well, if you're being technical...)

Cleo was used to people disapproving of her lifestyle and her line of work. Hell, Halima wasn't too fucking thrilled with her. But the point was, back in New York, she wasn't constantly under a microscope. Only people she hung around with were strippers, ladies of the evening, and her  clientele. It wasn't a huge surprise but this place was not sex positive. So that sucked.

She'd been skyping a lot with her mother, but they were running out of things to talk about. Halima was still stripping, though she was getting older and beginning to transition into a more behind the scenes part of the Platinum Plus community. Cleo was honestly happy to hear it. Nobody deserved to see her beautiful mother without a very healthy does of respect for her, and the people who showed up at the club usually did not fall into the respectful category. 

Such was the life of an electrically gifted sex worker and her mother.

She'd find some way to make things interesting, with her crew or not. And she'd be sure that once Tanya and Rachel dragged their sorry asses up to the academy, they would know who was boss. 

[notjust-theotherguy]

Time | Closed

Is that...Rain?

Bruce opened his eyes, blinking as he felt the water splash down on him. He was lying in the middle of the forest again. For the second time since he'd arrived at the Academy, the other guy had led him into this forest- this exact spot actually. Maybe it had something to do with his being green that he seemed to be a nature lover. Bruce chuckled slightly to himself as he sat up. No matter what happened, he always seemed to keep his sense of humor. He groaned as he stretched; his transformations also always left him sore as all hell.

The last time he was put in this situation had been because of his cousin. He couldn't remember why he was here now- Jenny. "Oh hell," Bruce mumbled and rubbed his face. He had been talking to Jenny before he had blacked out. She had "shulked" out in front of him and the other guy... "Shit, I hope she's okay." He murmured, reaching into his pocket to try to find the phone SHIELD had forced on him. Unfortunately, he had been wearing jeans when he had transformed so that meant he was naked which meant no phone. Perfect. Bruce made a face before standing up and beginning to slowly make his way back to the Academy. Luckily, the other guy had left him a path of broken trees to follow. It was a bit Hansel and Gretel, but Bruce would take it.

After three years with no incidents, Bruce was starting to think he had made the wrong decision by coming to the Academy. Living so closely with people was putting him on edge; he was a loner by nature and getting into arguments with people he cared about was not helping his situation. He couldn't have another incident, someone was bound to get hurt. Maybe I should leave and go back India... That's the only place that calms him. Bruce shook his head at the thought. He had only just arrived, it wouldn't do to just pack up and leave without any notice. He would have to give this place more of a chance. Now that he had gotten the big argument out of the way, maybe things would cool down.

Only time would tell...

[coulsonsanddaughters-blog]

Everything I Own || Closed

Phil had had a rough couple of months. A lot of his relationships had been feeling strained, and the hostage situation had not helped to put his mind at ease. Working for Shield was always stressful, but things lately had been too much. Now, he just wanted to relax. He'd been spending a lot of time holed up in his room, but it wasn't exactly helping. MJ and Jen were really the only people he felt he could go to about his problems, and they were both dealing with a lot after the hostage situation.

So he prayed to his mom a lot. 

Phil wasn't really religious. He always had trouble conceptualizing God. Too much bad existed. It just didn't make sense. But to keep his sanity after losing his mom, he had decided that there was Heaven. Faith was not part of the issue. Whether or not he could make himself believe that it was true, Phil created a space in his mind where he could still go to her. Julie had been religious. She was very quiet about it, didn't let Robert's lack of faith and her son's confusion affect her. And she didn't let her faith affect them. When she died, Phil had gone through her things, looking for a keepsake. He'd kept quite a few things, as had his father. A watch she wore that was always too big for her wrist and slid around when she walked. Some of her favorite books with markings in the margins. And a little palm cross. It was one of those ones that was molded to the shape of your hand. 

Phil had been carrying it around everywhere he went, lately. It made him feel more grounded, more safe. Less alone. The drama at the academy had been pushing him towards the anxiety that he had been trying to outrun- people were mad at him, and mad at each other, and it made Phil want to disappear. Had Julie been there, she'd have sat him down, told him that everything would be okay one day, and that he'd always have her.

She had been wrong, of course, but he could never fault her for it.

He hadn't spoken to Peggy in a while, either. She had been his rock throughout his college years, and he felt like they were drifting apart. He'd expected the academy to be an opportunity to meet people and to finally be like a normal guy. But sometimes he just felt like a nuisance... or a babysitter. 

Which is why the phone call was the icing on the cake.

"Hello?"

Hello. Am I speaking to Phillip Coulson?

"Yes. Can I help you?"

I'm Diane Lauer, from Woodward Hospital. I'm calling about your father, Robert Coulson.

"My... my father?" 

Yes. I'm afraid he's had a heart attack.

Silence. "... Is he-"

He's alive, but he is currently on life support. He's asked that you come visit him.

Phil nodded, and then realized that the woman on the other end couldn't see him. "I'll be there as soon as I can."

Have a nice day. Click.

Gently, Phil placed his phone down on his dresser. He crawled into his bed just in time for the tears to come with the palm cross gripped tightly in his hand.

[probablyhaditcoming]

Shiny Happy People || Closed

Chase was pretty fucking ecstatic to have a roof over his head that was not that of his van, the Leapfrog- lovingly named after the robot-spaceship-whatever that got wrecked back when he still ran with the Runaways. At the Academy he got four square meals a day, and an actual legit bed, and training rooms... So all in all, it was a damn good move on his part. 

Plus Bucky was really cool. And a good roommate- he was chill. Chase liked having people around. People who were human were nice. For, like- sanity reasons. Old Lace nudged him, and he laughed. "Come on girl, it's not like you can actually talk. It was getting way too Tom-Hanks-in-Castaway for me with just the two of us." He patted the deinonychus on the back, and continued down the hallways. 

As of late, Chase had been roaming around the academy- just trying to gauge what he was up against or whatever. Coulson had told him that the labs were where all the smart people chilled out, and no disrespect to the nerds, but Chase was no brainiac. He shuddered at the very thought of sophomore math. What the fuck even was Algebra two anyway? Some shitty sequel? The labs were probably like... geek heaven. So he hung around the training rooms. These were more like his people- the ones who won at dodgeball.

At the risk of being a total creep, Chase had watched a few people train from the windows on the doors. He saw a bunch of ripped dudes destroying some dummies and punching bags- probably those guys Coulson had mentioned. They were like... he'd forgotten. Foreign exchange students or something? And there were a couple of badass chicks. He'd seen this one redhead girl who looked like she might actually be able to take Old Lace on. He'd make sure he kept his girl safe if they ever ran into her.

And of course, Gert's psychic residue stuff was happy. He'd been feeling a lot more at ease with the essence that she'd left behind. He could feel it in Old Lace, too. She was proud of him, probably. For getting himself to do something useful, for getting his ass of the street. He hadn't been acting as mushy as he used to when she was still around, but sometimes he felt like she was there- holding his hand, like she used to. 

A few tears fought their way out of his tear ducts, and he smiled. Quickly brushing them away in case he saw someone, he continued walking until he and Old Lace were outside. It was freezing out, but he felt weirdly warm.

[bionicallybucky-blog]

we are the orphans of the american dream | closed

Bucky didn't want to label himself as a young adult stereotype, but in all honesty, the words 'existential crisis' probably summed him up the best right about now. He'd really only accepted the invitation to the academy because Fury had told him Steve was here, and if Bucky had gone so far as to follow him off to war, following him to a secluded boarding school in North Carolina should've been a piece of cake. And now that Bucky was here, he really did like the place. Sure, he wasn't the most popular or social guy around, but he never had been even in high school, so that didn't bother him much. 

Some of the changes he'd been through, he was fine with. His cybernetic arm, for all that he disliked its conspicuousness, was a part of him now whether he liked it or not. Learning to love it, though, was just that: a learning process. He was on the right track, at least. 

Suppressing the nightmares of Nazi experimentation was also a learning process; he never should've stolen and read that HYDRA file, but damn him for his insatiable curiosity. In the end, the saying was "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger," but sometimes Bucky wondered if that was just a load of horseshit. It should've been "what doesn't kill you will make you wish it had."

Bucky didn't want to think of the academy as a last resort, as the place he was staying just because he had nowhere else to go. And yet, in the past few weeks, he'd been treating it as such and neglecting really getting involved with the people around him, so wrapped up in whatever fucked up memories were dozing in the back of his mind. He needed to change that. He had to. 

This wasn't a last resort for him anymore.

[itainteasybeinggreen-blog]

It's Not Easy Being Green || Closed

Things had been... weird since Jen had come to the academy. She was happy to be there- really, she was. But it felt like a betrayal. Of herself, of everything she'd done and been through. Sure, Legally Blonde was a work of fiction and she was a brunette, but law school had not been easy. And now she was sitting around getting kidnapped and making friends and learning about her hulkiness. For god's sake, she hadn't even seen Bruce and things with Tony were miserable to say the least. Was she getting stronger? Maybe. But that wasn't what she'd been put here to do.

She was born to be a lawyer. It was her calling. She wasn't in it for the money, she wasn't in it because her parents twisted her arms- she loved law. Which was a weird concept, maybe... To be so drawn to something so seemingly cold and vicious. But that wasn't the truth of it. It was about justice- about protecting the weak and the wronged.

Come to think of it, it was a hell of a lot like being a superhero.

Well, shit.

Jen smiled to herself, and hugged her knees to her chest. This wasn't a betrayal. Of course it wasn't. The Academy was a challenge. Jen happened to be both brains and brawn, and she was going to put both of those aspects to use. Shield could kiss her ass if they thought they could hire a better lawyer than her. At the very least, if she pushed, they would take her on part time and she could do work from the academy. Things were looking up. Or at the very least, she was going to make them look up. Fuck moping around in her room. She was held hostage for a week. So what? She almost went against everything she believed in when she pointed a gun at that ARDYA agent. So- Okay, Jen you're going too far. You're strong, you're badass, we get it. And she had Shulkie to keep her grounded. Isn't it normally the other way around? Jen shook her head. She needed some r&r, and the nearest supermarket had a redbox. She could talk to Coulson, and maybe by some miracle Fury, in the morning. 

With a newfound little spring in her step, Jen climbed into her truck and drove off to the A&P to stock up for some much needed "me-time."