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Lesson one: Heroes. There's no such thing.
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Post by Anthony Stark on May 4, 2014 0:00:04 GMT -5
 Left to my own devices Many days fell away with nothing to show, And the walls kept tumbling down. In the city that we love, Grey clouds roll over the hills. Bringing darkness from above. How am I gonna be an optimist about this? To say that he was having a bad day would be an understatement. He had a woken to a house full of chaos and trouble. He had no idea what to do or who to call, he had no one here that he could count count on. He couldnt call Kate she was too young and she would give him too much trouble for this. He needed someone who would call him a dumb ass and then get over it and help him. He knew who to call after about the sixth bullet bounced off his armour.
He winched as he hide his exposed arm from the cross fire. Tony had to admit he might be in over his head. But to be fair he hadnt expected someone to crash through his reinforced roof with her buddies to best him up. At the least he had expected Kate to come bother him in his work shop over something silly. But here he was, not even drunk and dodging bullets.
"Hey Lorna, it's Tony." He said into the speaker on his helmet as he ducked behind the island in the kitchen. There was the sound of a woman screaming in the back ground as he spoke again. "My roof is broken, and you kind of owe me for the phone. Come fix it." He said as he stuck his head out from where he had taken cover, only to duck back behind the island. He hated asking for help, he also hated having to admit he was in a little over his head.
The mechanic hadnt been expecting the visit today from a girl from seven years ago who was mad at him. How was he supposed to know that she would hold such a grudge. He also didnt know if this was his fault or the other his fault. His suit was half apart, one of his arms was bear and there was a section of the back of his suit missing. He had the intention of working on it today and not being shot at for once. "Could you maybe hurry, the people who broke it still seem to be here. Something about not calling her back seven years ago or something." He muttered unhappily into his helmet as he listened to the woman's screams. ▌Tag: Lorna▌Outfit: Here▌Date: May 27, 2014 16:00 EDT▌Notes: - - - TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ SHADOWPLAY |
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ANTI-HERO
Mistress of Magnetism; Thrower of Cats; Coocoo in the Cocopuffs
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Post by LORNA DANE on May 4, 2014 0:46:11 GMT -5
It had to be five o'clock somewhere, right? That was what Lorna told herself when she entered the bar an hour ago and started off with a shot of tequila. It had been a few days since she had gotten her cell phone from Tony Stark, and since then her life had been pretty boring. It pained Lorna to admit it, but she had hoped that she would get a call from the immature Iron Avenger looking for help with something mundane as a way to 'pay him back' either for the phone or the pizza. When no such call came, Lorna had decided to entertain herself with a completely different medium: alcohol. Now, about three shots of tequila and two hard ciders later, Lorna was feeling pretty good about herself. She was just on the cusp of drunk and it felt nice. "HEY! I know that ass hole!" She pointed at the TV as an image of Tony Stark appeared, reporting about new advances his company had made in clean energy or some other bull crap. "He doesn't like being called old." She whispered the last part to the patron next to her who was already passed out from how much he had to drink. Almost on cue, her cell phone began to vibrate and bleat out the most obnoxious noise she had ever heard. Flipping the device over and staring at the screen, Lorna saw it was Tony who was calling her. "Well it's about damn time!" She barked at him, slurring words together as she clumsily tapped the earpiece in her ear. "My roof is broken and you kind of owe me for the phone."
Lorna giggled at him before responding. "Look, I'd looove to help you, TS, but I'm little under the bottle and I don't think I should be operating heavy machinery in my current state." She heard a furious scream at the other end of the phone, which jostled her slightly from her drunken state. "Ewww... did you call me in the middle of having sex?"As Tony continued his explanation, Lorna picked up the distinct sound of bullets whizzing by him and the haggardness in his breath. He was asking her for help. "Damnit Tony can't you ever keep it in your suit?" Without another word, Lorna lifted herself up from the bar and took off clusmily into the sky, making a b-line straight for Stark Mansion. When she arrived, she made quick work of locating Tony, plummeting into the counter he had been hiding behind with a loud thud. "Oww...." Lorna lifted herself up slowly, creating a half-assed force field around them as she sat up and looked at Tony, her head drunkenly lolling to one side. "Sup, pops?"NOTES :: YES I DID REFER TO YOU AS TS TAGS :: GRAMPS SONG :: CRAZY BITCHWORDS :: 457
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HERO
Lesson one: Heroes. There's no such thing.
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Post by Anthony Stark on May 4, 2014 1:23:43 GMT -5
Left to my own devices Many days fell away with nothing to show, And the walls kept tumbling down. In the city that we love, Grey clouds roll over the hills. Bringing darkness from above. How am I gonna be an optimist about this? She didnt seem to care that his roof was broken, in fact she sounded pretty darn close to drunk. He was jealous of this fact. He should be the one drinking his days away not a twelve year old. "Did you just call me TS? Or was that a drunken slur coming out of your lips?" He asked, in a confused tone. he wasnt sure how he should feel about the younger female being drunk before he was. He listened to her a bit confused, "what? I am not having sex right now. Get your drunk butt down here." Maybe this was how Rhode felt around him, he could see why the man always had a stick up his butt now.
No, he couldnt seem to keep it in his suit, well since Pepper he had been a lot better. Well, he thought he was doing a lot better, that didnt mean that he had done the right things in his past. Tony pressed his lips into a tin line as he hoped the woman didnt move any closer to him. He didnt need to say anything else, she seemed to be convinced that he did in fact need her help. The phone went quite as he waited for her to come. he was in distress and he didnt really have a way out. Poking his head over the top of his hiding spot he ducked right back down. Bullets moved past his head and he lifted his hand and aimed a blast at where he believed the people to be.
That seemed to hold them off for a moment allowing the girl with green hair to arrive on the scene. He had expected her to land next to him or for her to just take everyone out. But no, he had to get the drunk girl who landed on his island. He brought his head up his blue hues wide as he heard the ow come from her lips. "Are you drunk? It's like four, arent you like twelve kid!" He looked at her laying there and then to the men and woman who seemed startled by her appearance on the scene.
With the the arm that wasnt covered in armour he reached up and grabbed the drunken girl. Pulling her down and off the top he glared at her as his face plate lifted up. "Magneta good job on the showing up drunk part. I need your help to get these guys gone. I am down half a suit and they have too many guns." He let her arm go, not wanting to grab it too hard. His blue hues watched her green ones which seemed a bit lost from the blood alcohol level. Giving a groan he stood up shielding his exposed side as much as he could as he lifted his arm. Letting out a few blast from his hand he brought down another section of roof onto the thugs. Bullets hit his armour and he felt it slowly becoming less solid with each blow.
"A little help kid."
▌Tag: Lorna▌Outfit: Here▌Date: May 27, 2014 16:00 EDT▌Notes: - - - TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ SHADOWPLAY |
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ANTI-HERO
Mistress of Magnetism; Thrower of Cats; Coocoo in the Cocopuffs
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Post by LORNA DANE on May 4, 2014 1:51:18 GMT -5
Lorna yelped as Tony pulled her down off the top of the island, landing on the ground in a mess of limbs. "I'm not drunk! You're drunk! An' I'm 12 times... 2. Yeah. I'm 24. What're you? Twelvehundred?" She rocked her head back and forth to emphasize her sarcasm before forcing herself to actually be observant. After all, it wasn't her fault he decided to get shot at while she had been drinking. "Don't you have an Assengers Avemble button or something?" Squinting her eyes, Lorna realized that Tony was only wearing half of his Iron Man suit, the likely reason why he had bothered to call her in the first place. Normally, Lorna would have just used her powers to take the guns and bullets away with ease before turning them on the assailants and ending their lives. However, Lorna normally wasn't drunk in the middle of a battle - ok she was drunk half of the time, but that was beside the point. She didn't have much practice focusing her powers when alcohol was in the picture, so she wasn't going to be as useful as normal. "Ok, I can take them out like one... two.... yeah one at a time just try not to get shot, kay?" Lorna patted Tony on the head before darting out of cover, summoning the scrap metal around her to her body, mimicking the armor covering half of Tony's body. "See? I can do it, too!" Lorna turned around, mocking Tony's repuslor blasts, sending out a magnetic pulse to knock the armed thug backwards through the wall and out of the mansion. "I'll fix that later!" She called back to him as she tripped forward, catching herself just before she face planted. "A little help, kid."
Turning back towards the pinned down Avenger, Lorna focused her powers on disarming the assailant slowly creeping up on Tony. The gun flew out of the man's hands before being turned around and fired on him, sending him to the floor in a bloody heap. "Ok... I'm starting to sober up now." The adrenaline was kicking in, effectively returning her back to her tipsy state - a much more capable and manageable state. "Where the hell is the rest of-- UGH!"With her attention solely on Tony, the intoxicated mutant had failed to maintain her own personal force field which was deterring bullets that were aimed her way. It was a strange and unpleasant sensation, being shot. Lorna had never experienced it before. Hitting the Mistress of Magnetism with any kind of metal projectile was quite the accomplishment, let alone a small bullet; an accomplishment Lorna had preferred no one ever attain. The force of the bullet had knocked her to the floor, where she currently was laying in an intoxicated heap. She looked down to see the blood blossom on her right shoulder, just below her clavicle. This was not how it was supposed to go. "Owwwwwwww........." She whined softly as she pushed herself back to the island, pressing her back against what was left of their cover and creating a force field to surround both her and Tony. "You tell... anyone about this... and I will tear your house down... beam by beam..." Behind her the woman began to scream orders at her henchmen, who were now surrounding the two heroes. "Hold on to something; preferably not me." Lorna slammed her fist on the ground, separating the metal plating in the floor, causing them to plummet five floors before Lorna was able to stop their descent with a sudden and painful stop. With another movement, she sealed the hole in the floors above her, separating them from their attackers. The two of them were no longer on the same floor with their attackers, but they were certainly not out of it yet. "What now, Mr. Stark?" Between the bullet wound and the adrenaline, sobriety was beginning to return to Lorna, much to her chagrin. NOTES :: ROCK PAPER SCISSORS SHOOT (LITERALLY) TAGS :: GRAMPS SONG :: CRAZY BITCHWORDS :: 660
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Lesson one: Heroes. There's no such thing.
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Post by Anthony Stark on May 4, 2014 20:10:05 GMT -5
Left to my own devices Many days fell away with nothing to show, And the walls kept tumbling down. In the city that we love, Grey clouds roll over the hills. Bringing darkness from above. How am I gonna be an optimist about this? She thought she was so funny, he watched as she built up a make shift suit around herself. His lips pressed tight into what Pepper called his 'frumpy face'. Watching the girl stumble about he knew he had made a mistake, one or both of them would be getting hurt tonight. Tony aimed another blast at the men while Lorna tried to be productive and helpful. He turned towards her to give her an order, or to get of the way when he saw the bullet hit her.
She fell to the ground, Tony couldnt help the words that passed his lips. "I should have put money to that bet." Bringing his hand up she sent out another blast as he looked over to the drunken girl on the ground. He could see the blood slowly seeping out of the wound on her shoulder. She looked down at it as if she was shocked that she had been shot. She let out a pain filled groan as she tried to make her way back to where he was taking cover.
"Who would I tell? I have no friends." He told her as he looked down at the girl and the gun shot wound. Blue hues snapped up to the sound of foot steps. The sliver gleam of gun barrels made his mouth go dry. The men where slowly surrounding the two of them. He knew that they where in for a would of hurt if something didnt happen right now.
She told him to hold onto something, he looked at her in confusion. "What?" But as the words passed his lips he knew he was already too late. Her hand hit the ground and the sensation of falling over took him as they started to crash through the floors of the building he had worked hard to fix. "Ahhh..... Umph." The air was knocked from his lungs as they both came to an abrupt stop five floors later. Tony winced as he tried to get the breath back into his lungs and roll off his back and onto his side. His hand went up to the helmet encasing his head, with a light tug it came off as the metal panels shifted.
Tossing it onto the ground he waited for the body of his suit to open. Wincing he sat up and out of his suit, slowly standing he left it behind. The light coming from his arch reactor showed through the Black Sabith shirt he had on. The suit closed as soon as he was free of it. Hands on his thighs he stood over the green haired girl, his breath coming out in huffs. "Your going to fix that." He told the girl who had just gotten shot because he had called her into help him. "I am going to cut open your shirt now and take a closer look at that." He muttered as he took to his knees beside her. His dark blue hues looking up ever so often to check for more goons.
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ANTI-HERO
Mistress of Magnetism; Thrower of Cats; Coocoo in the Cocopuffs
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Post by LORNA DANE on May 4, 2014 21:33:29 GMT -5
Pain radiated out from the bullet wound, through her shoulder, and down Lorna's side. It was a strange kind of pain that she had never thought she would experience. The traces of metal left in the wound from the bullet felt like a weight inside of her body - or maybe it was just the sensation itself of having your flesh torn open by a projectile. Either way, she really wasn't enjoying it. "You sound surprised that you don't have friends." The words were forced out through gritted teeth. Eyes wrenching closed, Lorna forced herself to sit back up, leaning her back against the wall behind her and trying to steady herself. "You ok, Tony?" It seemed like such a stupid, trivial question to ask him when she was the one with the bullet wound, but she had just plummeted them down five floors and ended it with a sudden stop. She watched curiously as he stepped out of his armor, absolutely flabbergasted as to why he would expose himself in such a way. "Why the hell are you taking your armor off!? I'm sure they're on their way down here. You're just exposing your--""You're going to fix that."
Lorna growled softly at him. "No, I'm fine, Tony. Thanks for asking, though." She didn't like how he hovered over her, balancing on his knees, moving closer to her wound. He was not about to do what she thought he was going to do. "No. No no. You are not cutting my shirt open, Stark. I already told you I'm not interested in men with greying hair. You're not getting a free show." She scowled at him, grabbing his wrist with her left hand, keeping him just short of reaching her blood-soaked shirt. She struggled with him fruitlessly, pouting at him as he continued to try to push forward. "It's not gentlemanly to try to take advantage of an intoxicated young woman."Not that she would ever admit it, but Lorna was terrified for Tony to start poking and prodding at the pain in her shoulder. The second she actually saw the wound, it would make it real, and she would have to admit that she had gotten herself injured because of stupid decisions made earlier in the day. Two floors above them, the ground groaned from the pressure of footsteps over poorly reinforced metal. "We don't have time to play doctor, Stark. And I think it'll only piss your girlfriend off more if she catches you playing around with a hole in my shirt."NOTES :: ROCK PAPER SCISSORS SHOOT (LITERALLY) TAGS :: GRAMPS SONG :: CRAZY BITCHWORDS :: 426
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Lesson one: Heroes. There's no such thing.
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Post by Anthony Stark on May 4, 2014 22:32:06 GMT -5
Left to my own devices Many days fell away with nothing to show, And the walls kept tumbling down. In the city that we love, Grey clouds roll over the hills. Bringing darkness from above. How am I gonna be an optimist about this? "You okay Tony?"
He hadnt been able to answer at the time, there had been too much shock to his body. The missing portion of his back and arm had hurt the most. But after he had caught his breath and stepped out of his suit she started to freak out. Did she really think he was that weak that he couldnt survive out of his suit? He didnt answer or respond to it. He just gave her a glare, he was more then his suit. He was Iron Man with or without the suit. Plus it was a lot harder to work on someone when he had the suit on, he needed the full motion of both of his hands to care for her wound.
"Well you are alive arn't you?" He stated back to her, his hues glanced around the room once more. It was a really possibility that they could walk in at any moment, he was exposed trying to deal with her. She had stuck her neck out for her and now it was his turn. "No? You are bleeding on my floor." He replied back to her as she made the grey hair comment. She was getting under his skin faster then she needed to be. "You know, it's funny. I never had grey hair until I met you." He snapped at her. He had been through enough physical trauma in his life to buck up and get over it. Hell he was the one with metal shrapnel in his chest. He couldnt understand why she couldnt.
Her hand reached out and grabbed his wrist as it moved towards the wound. "Really? We are going to play this game? You do know with your blood alcohol level you may just bleed out." He yanked his hand out of her hand and grimaced down at her in annoyance. "Me and gentleman? Where did you get that idea? Plus I've seen it all. Also its on your shoulder." He pointed out trying to show her that this was all for a propose and not for him to get himself in her shirt.
With her final comment he stood from where he had been sitting beside her. Standing to his full height he looked around the room. His attention now not on her he spoke, "fine bleed out. Dont blame me when you do." He moved towards the other side of the room and into the bathroom that was on the floor. Grabbing onto the heavy towel rod on the yank Tony yanked it off. Holding it in his hand he gave it a swing, ensuring it would provide a powerful enough blow he moved to the door way of the room. There was an elevator and a stair well they could travel down.
Standing on the other side of the door way he put a finger to his lips in the direction of the girl. Then with both hands on the rod he waited, taking a breath he heard the 'ding' of the doors opening. His fingers moved over the rod as he ensured his grip was tight enough. As soon as the man enter through the door way Tony swung. The rod cracked the man on the side of the head. Tony watched as he crumpled onto the floor at his feet. Reaching down he grabbed the gun. Dark blue hues looked to the green haired girl. "We can hold our positions here or leave until I can get a full suit. Thoughts?"
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ANTI-HERO
Mistress of Magnetism; Thrower of Cats; Coocoo in the Cocopuffs
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Post by LORNA DANE on May 4, 2014 23:01:43 GMT -5
"Yeah? Well I never had a bullet wound until I met you, so let's just call it even!" Green eyes narrowed at the older man as he stood up and moved away from Lorna, leaving her shoulder wound alone. "Fine. Bleed out. Don't blame me when you do."
"Of course I'm going to blame you! You're the one who pissed off the crazy chick who shot me, jack ass!" Electing to actually shut her mouth as directed, Lorna watched as Tony dispatched their would-be assailant with the towel rod before confiscating his fire arm. She wasn't sure what he was trying to prove, but gallivanting around without the suit was just plain stupid. It took effort, but Lorna was able to finally force herself to her feet, securing her right arm tightly to her midsection in order to keep from jostling the shoulder as much as possible. "My thoughts are that you're an idiot for running around in your civvies!" She grimaced slightly as her movements jostled her injury. "You should get to the basement and get one of your complete suits while I stay here and act as a decoy. "If you manage to do that without getting yourself killed, I'll let you doctor my shoulder. I'll even let you stick your finger in the bullet wound, ok?" She looked directly at Tony, now just standing a few feet away from him, supporting herself against the wall due to a mixture of the lingering effects of the alcohol and the present effects of the bullet wound. "I know you think I'm just some stupid, useless kid, but I've dealt with worse. I'm sure JARVIS can read you in on it."Her ears perked up as the sound of footsteps echoed above them. "Or, we can stay here and hope that she's running out of reinforcements. I'll let you make the call, Iron Man." Normally, she'd insist that they make the smarter play and get as much help as possible, but arguing with Stark was taking all the energy she had. Why couldn't he be a normal human being? NOTES :: ROCK PAPER SCISSORS SHOOT (LITERALLY) TAGS :: GRAMPS SONG :: CRAZY BITCHWORDS :: 349
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Lesson one: Heroes. There's no such thing.
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Post by Anthony Stark on May 7, 2014 18:37:35 GMT -5
Left to my own devices Many days fell away with nothing to show, And the walls kept tumbling down. In the city that we love, Grey clouds roll over the hills. Bringing darkness from above. How am I gonna be an optimist about this? She started to go on about how he was stupid fro walking around with out his suit on. Like he wasnt anything without it. He looked from the girl who stood slowly ad tired to hold herself so she wouldnt suffer as much. Tony looked down at the man at his feet and the gun in his hand. "I think I do just fine thank you." He snapped at her thinking he had done a good job for once, well Rhode would be proud of him. "I am up and gun, and what are you up? A bullet wound." Yes it was a low blow on his part, he was the reason she was here.
"Fine I will go down stairs and get a suit. Then we will take care of you." The scary part was that he only had one suit on the go and it wasnt even complete. His hand with the rod went up to his ear and tapped the communicator. "J.A.R.V.I.S, run diagnostics on mark 8." He watched as the green haired girl moved closer to where he stood near the door. For only Tony to hear J.A.R.V.I.S spoke, but sir, the suit isnt ready yet. It will be at least a week before it will be fully functional. Lips pressed into a thin line as he looked to Lorna.
"Deal, I look forward to it. Me and my grey hair do." He said with a lightness to his tone. Lorna spoke about how he much think she couldnt handle herself and that she had done and dealt with far worse. He didnt doubt it. He had seen her father and her file first hand, he knew she had walked through hell and back. Tony said nothing, but he did give her a small smile. It was just the corner of his lip turning it, but to him it meant that he knew.
He heard the noise above and there hues snapped together. "Yea I should go." He looked out the door and then back to her. "Just stay here, and dont get shot again." Glancing back towards her once more he stuffed the gun into his waist band of his pants and held the rod tight. Rhode always mocked him for his lack of skill with the gun, the hero felt better then the rod then bullets. Tony booked it to the stair case, and then down the steps. He hadnt had to do this in years, running to get to the garage. As soon as he got there he punched in his code and entered the room. The suit that he had been working on, there was no color on it. The wax crayon he used to write on the metal was found all over the suit. It held all the notes and things he wanted to change. "It'll have to do."
Dropping the rod on a work bench he took the gun out of his pants and left it there as well as he stepped into the mostly completed suit. The display screen came up as he started to rip the tubes and the cords off the suit. Sir we are only at 20% power. Tony gave out a sigh of frustration as he put his feet together and let his hands go out to the side palms facing down. We also dont have full powers on the blasters. Or the re-pulser beams. "Well isn't that just fun. Put everything but 5% into it." He stated rather dully to the voice in his helmet.
With those words Tony shot up into the air and then through the roof and then multiple floors of the building. With each floor his power level went lower and lower. Sir, 7%. Ignoring the voice he blasted through the last floor. Stopping mid air after smashing through the ceiling he moved away from the hole that he had created in the floor as the boosters on his suit gave out. Tony landed on the floor, but he stood up right away. His masked face went to Lornas. "Hey."
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Post by LORNA DANE on May 7, 2014 20:52:02 GMT -5
Lorna's eyes narrowed at the comment about the bullet wound, using her powers to pull the iron from the blood that had accumulated outside of the wound to create her own bullet. It was an impressive feat, one that had taken years of practice, but she was just doing it to get her point across at how pissed off she was. "Don't tempt me, Stark. I'll put one in you, too." Deciding the effort not worth it, she let the 'bullet whither away as she slumped against the wall, listening to him speak. Hiding the relief she felt at the fact that he had agreed to her plan, Lorna watched him dart off, not missing the small smile curl at the edge of his mouth. Was that... concern he was showing? No. The blood loss was just playing tricks on her. "Well it wasn't in the plan to get shot in the first time..." She let her voice trail off as he darted away, down the stairs. Once she was sure he was gone, Lorna sank to the floor, cringing in response to the pain that she was finally allowing herself to feel. She wasn't sure if the bullet had nicked a bone, but it hurt like hell. There was a light sheen of sweat gathering on her brow and she could feel her body temperature rising. Tony had been right; bullet wounds and alcohol didn't mix well. Her eyes closed as he rocketed through the floors and back to the level she was laying on in a blood heap. Lorna's breathing was low, but even, and her body was very still other than the steady stream of blood from the bullet wound. Somewhere in the back of her mind she heard him say 'hey' but her body didn't want to respond. She was tired... so... tired... "Can't you leave a girl in peace?" She cracked one eye open, unable to see anything through the faceplate. "I thought that playing dead would be the best way to avoid being shot again and if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were worried." Lorna played off the fatigue and pain with practiced skill - though her sentences were starting to make less and less sense - as she slowly, shakily, pushed herself back to her feet, wincing as she put too much weight on her right side. "What's the game plan, pops?" Her breathing was becoming a little more labored, but she didn't let the mischievous grin fall from her face. There was no way in hell she was going to admit to Tony Stark that she was hurting, even if it was evident from the growing paleness of her skin. NOTES :: ROCK PAPER SCISSORS SHOOT (LITERALLY) TAGS :: GRAMPS SONG :: CRAZY BITCHWORDS :: 451
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Post by Anthony Stark on May 9, 2014 14:41:25 GMT -5
Left to my own devices Many days fell away with nothing to show, And the walls kept tumbling down. In the city that we love, Grey clouds roll over the hills. Bringing darkness from above. How am I gonna be an optimist about this? Masked hues searched the room for the green haired girl, he had expected her to at least move from where they had been standing. Tony looked at Lorna who was now laying on the ground, Tony wasnt sure what to do. He felt really lame, he greeted her hoping that she would move or resound. He really didnt want to deal with a dead chick on his floor right now. Tony was relieved when she cracked an eye and spoke. The caring that had just been there was whipped clean as he walked over to where she lay. "Annoying is one of my better character traits. You dont have to play dead any more."
Kneeling down before her, the older man watched as she tried to right herself into a standing position. She winced as she stood to her full height, Tony stood at the same time as her. He was ready to catch her if she fell. Speaking only to the intelligence system in his helmet Tony watched Lorna struggle, "J.A.R.V.I.S I want a full vital reading of her and the best course of action." She wanted to know what his plain was, he even let the pops comment slide.
Sir, I do believe that that Miss Dane will need to get to the hospital. Her blood loss will soon leave her incapable of much, let alone movement.
Tony let out a small sigh as he looked to the bleeding girl and the door way. He could hear the men coming down the stairs. "What are we at for power?" The gears in his head started to move as he looked at all of the possibilities. 12% sir. He crossed the few steps to Lorna. Bending slightly he slid on arm under the girls legs and other other around her back.
"I need you to hold on to me, I need at least one of my arms to shoot." Tony was careful to pick her up on her left side, trying to avoid the gun shot wound as much as possible. He wasnt really sure how she would fell about being picked up, but it was about the only thing he could do without leaving her in the room to pass out. "Oh, and dont say I never do anything for you." He told her as he carried the injured girl out of the room. Making his way down the hall way and towards the stair case he passed before entering. There was foot fall about him, lifting his hand he blew out a section of stairs.
Dodging back into the hallway he watched as five men fell about four stories and his the landing before him. Tony looked down at there passed out forms. Glancing around the hallway he ensured no one was behind him before he moved towards the elevator. "Hang in there Lorna." He told the girl in his arms in a quite tone, his masked hues fixed on the elevator doors. There was a 'ding' and the doors opened, the rest of the men where inside as well as the woman whom he had apparently not called back. The panel on his shoulder lifter as the display in his helmet acquired all of this targets. "Fire J.A.R.V.I.S." All six figures fell to the ground, they had been shot with a bullet containing an electromagnetic pulse.
One of the bodies was stuck between the doors, it tried to close hitting the man in the head. Turning away Tony carried Lorna back into the room and to the window. Smashing the window with a blast from his hand around her back he stepped to the ledge. "Hospital time." With those last words he stepped out of the window and he carried her towards the hospital. Tony was careful to watch the amount of power he had left.
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Mistress of Magnetism; Thrower of Cats; Coocoo in the Cocopuffs
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Post by LORNA DANE on May 9, 2014 22:39:19 GMT -5
Before she could object, Tony was sliding an arm under her legs and securing her against his body. This was a position she had never expected, nor wanted, to be in. Sure, plenty of women would have fawned over the thought of being held by Tony Stark as he whisked them away to safety, but Lorna could only feel her cheeks becoming more flushed; and this time not from alcohol consumption. "I need you to hold on to me. I need at least one of my arms to shoot."
Lorna anchored herself to Tony with her left arm, cradling her right against her stomach as she held herself against him. She could feel the cool of his metal through her clothing, tightly contrasted with the heat coming from the arc reactor glowing in his chest. "Oh, and don't say I never do anything for you."
Green eyes narrowed as she finally got her mouth to cooperate with forming coherent words. "Gave me a phone, got me shot... You just give and give... Stark." She choked out his name as her voice hitched in pain when he moved too suddenly for her shoulder. Lorna closed her eyes and brought up a protective shield around them as the floor came crashing down with their assailants, not wanting either of them to get hit with flying debris. "I'm hanging... I'm hanging..." Her eyes fluttered closed as her breathing became slower. She was just really tired. As Tony crunched across the glass, she heard a rustling behind him. Apparently one of their attackers hadn't gotten the memo that he should have just stayed down. "TONY, BEHIND YOU!" Throwing her right hand up, Lorna sent out a magnetic pulse which sent the man flying backwards, his gun crumpling into a useless mess. The force of the movement reverberated through her shoulder, sending shockwaves of pain rippling through her. "I think I'm gunna be sick...." She pushed herself away from him, knelt on the ground and, embarrassingly, threw up. Heaving just made her shoulder hurt more, which only made her more nauseous, which only made her heave more. It was a solid two minutes before she was able to stop throwing up, just coughing as she shook slightly from exhaustion. "At least it wasn't in your house... And that wasn't from the booze... I can hold my liquor..." Lorna could see the blood starting to drip from her shoulder and onto the grass before she forced herself back to her feet, much more pale than she had been just minutes ago. "Can't you just give me a bandaid and call it a day?" Lorna slumped forward and leaned heavily against him, letting her head droop as she tried to will herself to stand. Ugh.... I hate the hospital...Stubbornly, Lorna pushed forward, taking slow, steady steps. As if she was actually going to walk to the hospital. "I think you need... a hospital... forgetting to call crazy bitches... getting attacked... you need a psych eval... and they say I'm crazy..." Lorna continued to ramble to herself as she pushed forward on shaky feet. NOTES :: ROCK PAPER SCISSORS SHOOT (LITERALLY) TAGS :: GRAMPS SONG :: CRAZY BITCHWORDS :: 451+
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Lesson one: Heroes. There's no such thing.
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Post by Anthony Stark on May 11, 2014 19:06:19 GMT -5
Left to my own devices Many days fell away with nothing to show, And the walls kept tumbling down. In the city that we love, Grey clouds roll over the hills. Bringing darkness from above. How am I gonna be an optimist about this? She was so quite, she was so light in his arms. It was hard to remember that this was the head strong girl he had thrown a steel beam at the first time they had met. He went through the motions of taking the men down and he couldnt help but feel like wanted to protect her. He didnt get this feeling with a lot of people, it wasnt a sexual desire it was just something else. Tony wasnt used to feeling like this, the feeling was odd and uncomfortable.
"TONY, BEHIND YOU!"
"Wha-.." He didnt even get to finsh what he had wanted to say. He had been wrapped up in his thoughts that he had been caught off guard. Tony felt the weight in his arms go off to the right, His head followed the direction of her hand going out. There was something that hit the man who just didnt know how to stay down. He hit the ground and his gun skittered beside him, it looked like it had been sent through a metal crusher gone wrong. He was still staring at the man on the ground as Lorna spoke again. "Not on me." Was all that left his mouth as she went to the ground level from his arms. He stood by as she spilled the contents of her stomach onto the ground.
Tony, was used to throwing up. Well in the morning after a night that ended at four in the morning. But that was between him and his porcelain thrown. He could feel for her, sitting there on the grass heaving in pain and slightly drunk still. He was rather happy he wasnt in that position. He had never comforted someone while they throw up before, so Tony just stood there awkwardly in his suit, hoping she would stop soon. "Yea sure, you can hold your liquor but your body cant hold your blood that seems to be an issue." He said as he watched her try to get to her feet after being so sick.
Tony had to say one thing, this kid was a trooper. He pressed his lips into a thin line as the face plate to his suit flipped up exposing his face. "I doubt a band-aid will fix this." He followed her in the direction of the hospital, not sure if he should commend her for walking or called her stupid. He decided he should fall somewhere in the middle. "Hey, I dont even remember her. Maybe it was another Tony that pissed her off okay?" It was the truth, but there was also a possibility he had forgotten like all the other one night stands that had happened in his life.
"This is going to take forever, plus by the time we make it there by foot you will be dead. So buck up and hold on." With two strides he was beside her picking her up carefully once more, the face plate of his suit snapping shut. "You can fold me in half later." He engaded the boosters on his suit and took to the sky in one swift motion arching towards the white building that he knew to be the hospital. It only took a few minutes to arrive at the front doors.
Landing he stepped in with Lorna still in his arms, "clean up front lobby!" Was all Iron Man called out as he entered the space that smelt like bleach and old people. Nurses rushed to him, girney and all. As soon as she was on the cart he moved to the side of the room and stepped out of his suit. "I am going with her."
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Mistress of Magnetism; Thrower of Cats; Coocoo in the Cocopuffs
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Post by LORNA DANE on May 13, 2014 17:12:48 GMT -5
Lorna tried to contort her face into a scowl in response to his comment about holding her blood, but it just turned into a sad pout as her body continued to tremble with exhaustion. However, the pout became strangely fitting when he told her that he doubted the bandaid would be enough to fix her wound. She had always just preferred bandages to stitches. Stitches meant she had to be careful how she moved in order to keep from ripping them and Lorna wasn't very good at being careful about how she moved when she was drunk. "Yeah, well then remind me to kick other Stark's ass later." The words came without as much gusto as usual, but the sarcasm was still there as she continued to stumble forward. "This is going to take forever, plus by the time we make it there by foot you will be dead. So buck up and hold on.""Wha--" Before she could even finish the question or begin a protest, she had been scooped back up into Tony's arms, this time not needing to hold on to him as he didn't have to worry about fighting off crazy people. "Oh, I'm going to do worse than fold you in half..." The threat was soft, mostly mumbled, as Lorna let her eyes slip closed. Now that the adrenaline rush was over, she was running on empty. Her eyes fluttered back open in response to Tony's quip about a clean up, emitting a groan of annoyance at the fact that he had pulled her out of her daze. "Can it, Stark... 'm tryna sleep..." Instead of getting a reprieve, however, she felt her body being lowered onto a clean gurney. The smell of rubbing alcohol and generic laundry soap filled her nostrils. Lorna's eyes shot open, immediately conscious of the fact that she was no longer with Tony. Being in a hospital terrified her. There was so much that could go wrong; being locked up, someone not so accidentally killing her... she was just too out in the open. And being a mutant out in the open was never a good idea. But she forced herself to be calm, to trust that she'd be ok this time. "I am going with her."The nurses had already started rolling Lorna back towards a room when Tony made his statement to the nurses. Before someone could say something, Lorna placed a hand on the attending's arm. "Don't bother arguing with 'im. Pain in the ass old man..." Her voice trailed off again as she just fixed him with a tired stare, the smallest hint of a smile on her lips. Stitching Lorna up was quite an adventure. It took all of her focus not to use her powers on the needle that jabbed into her tender flesh, pulling the wound closed. She winced and ground her teeth, but she refused to cry out. Mostly because she was too tired, but that was beside the point. Still, her eyes never left Stark. She wanted to much to quip at him, but didn't feel it necessary in the presence of the nursing staff. O nce her wound was cleaned, stitched, and thorough bandaged, Lorna was hooked up to an IV to replenish fluids and blood she had lost after being shot. The green haired mutant had already informed them that she would not be staying over night, no matter what, despite their efforts to convince her otherwise.
Instead, she agreed to sit a few hours and allow them to give her blood.
As the nursing staff left the room, Lorna let her eyes fall shut and her breathing began to even; she was clearly now at ease. Even if she was alone with Stark.
"Why are you still here, Tony? I figured you'd just drop me off and leave." Her fingers fiddlged with the end of the sling her right arm was secured in to take the pressure off the wound, eyes still shut. "Worried I'll skip out on fixing your house if you leave?"
Having someone stick around at the hospital with Lorna was a new experience for her. Most of the time she was off on her own and when she wasn't, she was usually with someone she didn't want to be with, like the police, for example. NOTES :: ROCK PAPER SCISSORS SHOOT (LITERALLY) TAGS :: GRAMPS SONG :: CRAZY BITCHWORDS :: 721
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Post by Anthony Stark on May 16, 2014 21:39:39 GMT -5
Left to my own devices Many days fell away with nothing to show, And the walls kept tumbling down. In the city that we love, Grey clouds roll over the hills. Bringing darkness from above. How am I gonna be an optimist about this? Stepping out of the suit he was already following the nurses who where pushing the bed down the hall. It didnt take him long to catch up to the nurses and the gun shot victim. Tony wasnt panicked, they had made it to the hospital she would be taken care of now. It was after all better then him sticking his fingers in her wound. "Don't bother arguing with 'im. Pain in the ass old man..." He looked to the nurse who was looking at him now.
"Not old, well experienced. I must say I love the uniforms, but I much prefer the ones that come out on Halloween." He said it with a wink, the woman who was pushing Lorna down the hall way wasnt sure what to do about what he had just said. Her face was a mixture of shock and awe. She gave a small shake of her head and tried to get over what he had said to her. The nurse ignored him through out the rest of the time they where in the room together.
Tony hovered as they stitched up Lorna, He didnt pace, instead he stood in a corner and watched. There was nothing he could do at this point, he did throw in a comment about her finding a sharper needle. That only rewarded him a glare from the nurses next to the girls bed. Lorna was oddly quite through the whole thing, she didnt blame him call him old or slander him. He was almost worried that she was losing her touch of something, maybe she was in that much pain.
Tony stood in his corner hovering as they hooked up the IV, she was arguing. She didnt want to stay the night, he couldnt blame her. He had been in the hospital after New York, he hadnt wanted to stay. He had ripped the needles out of his own arm to get the hell away from there. It was almost scary how much she reminded her of him. Tony just shrugged as the nurse looked at him for the final say on the matter. He wasnt stupid enough to get in on this, he didnt want to have to get in the middle of this.
Soon after she was all hooked up and the nurses had fused over her enough they left the two of them alone. Tony looked at the television on the wall of the room. There was a show on mute there, he wasnt sure what it was. He was still trying to figure it out when Lorna spoke. Why was he still here? "Your an asset, I didnt want to lose it." He siad as he turned towards her and away from the distraction on the wall. Looking to the seat next tot he bed he took it, bringing his feet up and onto her bed side.
"And yes the roof and you know five floors of my building, and how ever many I went through to get back up to you." He mused as he looked at the bed side table out before her. They had brought in the red kind of Jello and some water and juice. There was also a bowl of fruit, Tony reached forward and snatched the cherry Jello off the table and a spoon. "Plus, if I had left I wouldnt have Jello." He peeled off the lid and sniffed it as if it was crack.
Dipping his spoon into it he shoved the spoon full of red into his mouth. "Hmmmmmm." He taught her, the sound coming from deep in his throat. It was mean, she had just been shot. But it was all for the Jello. Mouth full of red happiness he spoke, "so why where you drunk before me? And why wasnt I invited?"▌Tag: Lorna▌Outfit: Here▌Date: May 27, 2014 16:00 EDT▌Notes: - - - TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ SHADOWPLAY |
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