STRANGENESS DOES NOT GUARANTEE that she is not at her essence a product of her generation. interlocutor is ignored in favor of what ? twitter.
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STRANGENESS DOES NOT GUARANTEE that she is not at her essence a product of her generation. interlocutor is ignored in favor of what ? twitter.
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“barnes! barnes! barnes!” bucky could barely hear the chants, blood now pumping painfully in his ears as he came down from his adrenaline rush. the referee raises his arm in the air, the non-mechanical one, and allows him a couple of seconds to bask in the praise before he is ushered off the stage. it was a tough one, bucky’s got the cuts and bruises to show for it, but a win nonetheless. yet, he refuses the offer to send a nurse to his quarters - he’s looked worse - instead, he pulls his shirt over his head and wraps it around the ice pack that had been waiting for him in the freezer.
he grunts softly as he holds the ice pack against his nose, shuffling closer to the mirror to inspect the damage. it’s then that his gaze falls on the blonde woman ( @softlybrutal ) hovering in the doorway. “i’m not interested in an interview.” bucky warns her before she can even open her mouth. he’s seen her linger around the halls of the killiseum before with her pen and her little notebook. he knows what she’s here for. “so i wouldn’t stay around too long if i were you. the streets get ugly once these people had a few to drink.”
with : @softlybrutal location : xavier institute
nothing quite so predictable as finding a journalist where she shouldn’t be. their meeting isn’t for another twenty minutes, scott’s not sure on how caught wandering would’ve measured up against being tardy. no one ever said she couldn’t, but this room is only one of many with a notable caution sign stamped over the door. the whole school feels like the exact sort of place that comes with one built in, students with varying grasps on their abilities filling the halls and classrooms. the door is a quiet open and shut, unnoticed in favor of rapt attention to the controls. he won’t take it personally, it is an impressive set up.
❛ i think you might have confused the danger room for my office. ❜ where she was supposed to find him, where he probably would be right now if they didn’t keep strict note of who came in and out of the building. scott knows how he comes off, but he tries for light. he’d gotten so much better at being welcoming before everything went sideways. ❛ honest mistake, i’m sure. ❜
@softlybrutal | karen
🧬 — “Can I help you find something?” The building in which he found himself conducting the majority of his research in was rather large. Various offices, labs, and facilities that seemed to rotate with an array of clients and tenants, though he was part of the wing that seemed the most consistent. Working close with the student body, fulfilling the various needs of the university— and Latverion as a whole. Being the clone of a once aspiring photojournalist, Ben could spot a reporter from sixty feet. Whether she was on the job, he couldn’t tell just from looking. Neither her press nor visitor badge, if she had one, currently in sight. “Or someone. I’m Dr. Reilly,” he introduced himself, to be polite, before offering his hand to her.
To answer the Tylenol question... It's just an over the counter pain reliever...
Ahh, thank you!
I’ve never heard of it so I guess we don’t have it here.