CIVILIAN
Scars left on my heart formed weapons in my mind
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Post by Charlie Brooke on May 19, 2014 16:51:06 GMT -5
I'll never trade it in because I've always wanted this, it's not a dream anymore! It's worth fighting for!
Could haven given up so easily, I was a few cheep shots away from the end of me!
God knows the world doesn't need another band but a waste it would have been! I can't believe we almost hung it up!
We're just getting started! Woah! Honestly can you believe we cross the world whiles its asleep!
They had arrived about an hour ago, honestly Charlie was still kinda shocked they let them film but as the receptionist said; they had it booked for weeks and the world had to tick on! She tossed the red microphone between her hands, pacing the lobby of the building where they had set up, camera pointing back out towards the glass entrance capturing the sunlight streaming in from the city. There was the band and two of their best friends, it was a small operation but then again they were a small band. They had joked about getting this place, apparently asking was all they had really needed. It meant she lost a bet though. It meant that she was filming the tshirt in an Iron Man shirt the same red as her bright red hair.
Charlie had actually tied a knot into the side of it because it was about four sizes too bit for her tiny five foot frame, coupled with the black skinny jeans and red converse she looked rather unassuming for someone who's band had managed to gain a break. She'd lost count of how many times they had taken this shot, how many times they had played this song over and over again but they were cramming as much camera roll into a small time slot as they could. After all they would never be getting back in though those doors any time soon. You needed a security pass to get past the steps that lead up to the tower.
As the first line of the song filtered out, the drums came in, the keyboard got louder the lobby was full of a collusion of chords, a chorus of noise. Sounds that took them on a journey full of fanfares of sound. This will be the day we've waited for, this will be the day we open up the door. Don't want to hear your resolution, hope you ready for a revolution! Welcome to a world of new solutions, welcome to a world of bloody evolution. In time hearts will open minds, a story will be told and victory is in a simple soul!” Despite the fact everything was being filmed and the instruments therefore weren't plugged in Charlie still belted it out at the top of her lungs and still managed to head bang like it was going out of fashion. It was a cool shot, there was nothing like the A in the glass wall behind them lit up by the sunlight. Charlie though this might be coolest thing that they had done, and considering the song it was all that more important.
She bounced around, there wasn't a moment that she was still as she “Your world needs a great Avenger, your worlds in a way of harm, you want a romantic life full of fairy tale and charm. Beware that the light is fading, beware the dark returns. This world is unforgiving, even pretty lights will cease to burn!” She had wanted to film here so bad, literally she would have given anything and in all honesty she was just shocked that it wasn't harder...but then again. The Avengers were kinda a part of the city, they had become so over the years and this place was a beacon of hope, it was a symbol. That was what it was meant to be. It was only fair that popular culture stated to latch on to it.
Charlie danced like her life depended on it, red hair a blur every way possible that she could move as the guitar solo, the drums moved though the ground, the song was brash, fast, it was three and a half minute octane adrenaline. Then it stopped. Ghosted guitar notes on the air as she moved forward, jumped over the monitor and almost slide into the camera. “Legends scatter, day and night will sever, hope and peace are lost forever!” Her voice pierced everything. Shot straight over the quiet guitar and bass and even managed to turn a few a security guards head. Charlie didn't really understand the lyric until all of this had happened. Their world was severed from everything. It hurt a little in her chest as the fact sank in, it hurt everyone. What else could they do but carry on?
((Song be here))
I can't believe we almost hung it up!
We're just getting started! No! We're just getting started!
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HERO
Lesson one: Heroes. There's no such thing.
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Post by Anthony Stark on May 19, 2014 18:12:37 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? Sir, perhaps you should stop drinking.
The voice rang out through out the garage, it bounced off the walls and cut off his music. "Shhhhh." He told the voice as he swung around in a circle, bottle in hand. It was half gone and he couldnt even remember that it was any more. He didnt to hear about how he shouldnt be doing it he just wanted to forget, to feel like he was free again. Classical music played out across the expanse of the space, he didnt care that he was alone. He had drank alone before, nothing new.
But there was something wrong, in the background he could hear something. Other music trying to mask over his own. Confused he took the half empty two six and made his way to the elevator. His hand went up to the buttons on the wall of the metal door he slid his hand down all of the buttons at once. All of the buttons lit up. Each floor the dark haired man stuck his head out and looked for the source of the noise. At the main floor he saw it, people and the sound was almost too much.
Leaving the elevator with the bottle still in hand he walked to the edge of the main entrance. Tony stood there confused, he looked around to the security guards. The men didnt seem to be racing to kick the girl with bright red hair out of his lobby. "J.A.R.V.I.S, what the hell?" Tony asked as the men along the walls looked to the ground. It seems she has it rented to do a music video production. Tony tapped his ear, "repeat." The voice in his ear did, and he still was confused by it. Lifting the bottle to his lips, the liquid went down his throat as he walked further into the room towards the girl with an Iron Man shirt on.
The music ended as the girl jumped in front of the camera. Tony walked up behind her, his steps not as steady as a sober persons. "What the hell are you doing in my lobby?" He asked the girl, he was pointing at her questioningly. She was a flaming red head, the microphone in her hand told him she was a singer of some sort. He was about three steps behind her, he looked down on his body tilting slightly to the left.
▌Tag: Lorna▌Outfit: Here▌Date: May 27, 2014 16:00 EDT▌Notes: - - - TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ SHADOWPLAY |
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CIVILIAN
Scars left on my heart formed weapons in my mind
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Post by Charlie Brooke on May 20, 2014 15:37:54 GMT -5
I'll never trade it in because I've always wanted this, it's not a dream anymore! It's worth fighting for!
Could haven given up so easily, I was a few cheep shots away from the end of me!
God knows the world doesn't need another band but a waste it would have been! I can't believe we almost hung it up!
We're just getting started! Woah! Honestly can you believe we cross the world whiles its asleep!
Believe it or not there was a smile on her face behind the blur of red. The world was falling apart and here they were, still doing their thing. It seemed so trivial right...but it brought some kind of sense of strange normality to the whole place. They would bei n and out faster than she thought and Charliew as kinda happy about that. It was actually quite physically exhausting to jump and move around that much. It was all going to plan. What wasn't to plan was Mister Tony Stark showing up.
In all honesty she was shocked, the band stopped....she just looked at him for a moment confused....oh he looked angry about something. Maybe not angry....it was something else...upset? No she took that back it was definitely angry. For a moment Charlie looked a little like a deer in the headlights, oh fuck what the hell was going on? It was one thing to get moved on by the cops, she could deal with that, Charlie could snarl and snark with the best of them but when it came to dealing with an angry Avenger she wanted to do nothing more than run and hide in a corner.
There was silence in the lobby, a few people were turning to look, the receptionist jaw dropped a little...and Charlie looked Tony Stark over....was he drunk? Sure his alcoholism wasn't a secret but she never really had seen it so prominent in public before. There was a whisper around the lobby that Charlie didn't really like the sound of, it must be heard being under the spotlight like that all the time. Everyone here was watching his every move. That was pressure to the extreme.
“Um...we're filming?” It was more of a question rather then an answer, “we've had this booked for like...months. I mean I did call ahead because I thought with you know the whole....whatever this thing is that is going on but the marketing guy we were talking with said it was business as usual...” Charlie didn't understand the problem, the confusion was in her voice as she tucked a bang of hair behind her ear. Bright green eyes searched the room again before she gently dropped the microphone onto the feedback speaker and jumped over it closing the gap between the two of them.
The sad part was...being yelled at by drunk people was nothing new to Charlie, it didn't phase her that much, she just wanted to help in some way. That was maybe the one thing that her friends found surprising about her at the start. She would drop everything to try and help you, even if you were the one yelling abuse at her from the pit or trying to tell her that she was wrong at a genetic level for being a mutant. It was her nature. She also knew enough about people to understand that you didn't stumble around drunk in the day like this unless there was something that was wrong. “Look...with all things considered...maybe we should speak about this somewhere that isn't vastly public?” She was offering him a get out clause, a way of escaping what was about to become a potentially embarrassing situation for free. Charlie kinda hoped he took it.
I can't believe we almost hung it up!
We're just getting started! No! We're just getting started!
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HERO
Lesson one: Heroes. There's no such thing.
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Post by Anthony Stark on May 25, 2014 22:02:40 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? All eyes where on him, he was used to that. He was after all Iron Man. People where supposed to look to him. But with the low murmurers and the looks he knew he was trying for the wrong attention. Tony looked at he girl with reed hair and then to the rest of the people around the room. Did no one seem to remember that this was his building. He wasnt the odd one out here, the girl before him was. Tony leaned to the right as he looked at he girl.
She spoke to him as if she was confused to why he was up here in a drunken stoup. He crossed his arms over his chest, careful not to spill the bottle he had travelled up stairs with. All eyes shifted from the green eyed girl to him. "You all seem so surprised to see me." He muttered more to himself than anyone else. They where acting like he was the one who shouldnt be in the room. Sir, she is right. The records for todays date show that she has the area booked for a music video. J.A.R.V.I.S said to him along as she sized her up. She had on an Iron Man shirt which hugged her frame. "Mute." He muttered as he looked down at the confused girl.
She placed her microphone away and crossed the few steps to him. She stood befor him, she wasnt gushing over his presence or angry. She seemed as if she really did want to help him. Tony felt himself tilt from the left to the right, he shifted his feet and uncrossed the arms over his arch reactor. The bottle came up to his lips as she spoke again. The liquid had lost its taste long ago but it hadnt lost its ability to calm his nerves and the nightmares that haunted his mind.
Even drunk he knew what she was doing, or trying to do. She was like Pepper stepping up to guide him out of the way of the lime light. The girl before him was trying to do what only Pepper could. He found himself looking down at her. The bottle was at his side as he spoke, "why? So I dont make a scene? I own this building. I can do as I please." As he finished his sentence he lifted his arm and throw the bottle at the wall behind the girl. The glass shattered and amber liquid spread across the wall. Mouths fell open as eyes fell back on him. His mouth was in a tight line, blue hues met her green ones. "You wanted to avoid that? Well too bad."
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CIVILIAN
Scars left on my heart formed weapons in my mind
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Post by Charlie Brooke on May 28, 2014 18:15:54 GMT -5
I'll never trade it in because I've always wanted this, it's not a dream anymore! It's worth fighting for!
Could haven given up so easily, I was a few cheep shots away from the end of me!
God knows the world doesn't need another band but a waste it would have been! I can't believe we almost hung it up!
We're just getting started! Woah! Honestly can you believe we cross the world whiles its asleep!
Everyone who knew Charlie would tell you the same thing, she gave you one chance. You had one chance to take the help she offered or to do the right thing before she was going to tear you limb from limb. The fact that this was the all mighty Tony Stark didn't matter. All she was trying to do was help but there was something in her voice that she couldn't pin down that irked her. It wasn't helped by his words. So what he owned the building...that didn't mean that he could do whatever it was he wanted. It was that attitude that had put the world in the place that it was.
As the bottle hit the wall and smashed Charlie didn't move. Didn't blink she just slowly turned to look at the amber liquid rolling down the wall and onto the floor and then back to Tony Stark. “Excuse me?” Her voice was calm but sharp coupled with a deadly look. Oh no. She wasn't going to be talked to like that. She didn't care who the fuck he was she was not going to take that! Shrugging her shoulders and smiled, "go on, start a scene." It was an invite, if he wanted to dig himself a hole by screaming and balling like a child and throwing things around then he could. It was just a rather sad sight and the truth was...she had tried to be nice...but Charlie had an age old philosophy that was if you could dish it out you should be able to take it back.
"You own some steel girders and concrete, you don't own the right to act without impunity and do what you want, you don't have the right to walk into a room and think you can trample all over people and you certainly don't have the right to act like a douchebag and not face the consequences for it." The looks of shock had shifted from Stark to Charlie. They couldn't dream of speaking to him in that way but Charlie figured it wasn't like she worked here so he couldn't sack her, and it wasn't like kicking her out of the building would destroy some business deal. So fuck it. She had nothing to lose.
That was the thing, Charlie had spent most of her life looking up the Avengers, looking up heroes hoping one day they'd save her like they had saved all the people on the news...it never happened though. The truth was life was shit. People were shit. Part of her felt almost happy that he had proved her right...and part of that childish belief she had died alongside it. "You know what, go on, scream, yell, do whatever you want, rage on. You think you'll feel better after?" He truth was, he wasn't as messed up as he thought he was, it was the self absorption that made it messy. Deep down Charlie wondered if he was as smart as he liked to think or was he just ambitious with arguing. She bet he was crap at dancing and couldn't hold his drink. Deep down he was just like everyone else and that was what upset her. They all build bonfires of vanities and doubts to keep themselves warm. He wasn't special. As her teacher had once told her, everyone is unique but nobody in this world is special. End of story.
"What else you going to throw at me? Go on, because if you honestly think this tantrum is new and individual it isn't."
I can't believe we almost hung it up!
We're just getting started! No! We're just getting started!
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HERO
Lesson one: Heroes. There's no such thing.
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Post by Anthony Stark on Jun 13, 2014 14:57:50 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? “Excuse me? Go on, make a scene.”
Calm and even, thats how her voice fell upon drunken ears. Tony wasnt in the best state, he was in a place he wasnt even sure he wanted to be. But as he stood there looking at the red head, whom seemed unshaken by what he just did, he felt like a horrible person. He wanted her to scream, to yell. To tell him he was crazy, wrong and off the handle. But he was Tony Stark, who in there right mind would do that? But he hated to admit it, but he needed help, he was calling out for help.
He wasnt sleeping, when he did it was restless and broken. The dreams that he had made him scream himself awake at night. His body flailing to try to find Peppers body beside him, but no matter how franntic his arm went out he never found her. He was alone. When he ate, he fought to keep it down he didnt even have an appetite. He was falling apart and no one seemed to be noticing. The was crying out for help in his own way, but all he felt was alone and scared.
"You own some steel girders and concrete, you don't own the right to act without impunity and do what you want, you don't have the right to walk into a room and think you can trample all over people and you certainly don't have the right to act like a douchebag and not face the consequences for it."
Tony watched her, watched her speak, and all eyes where on them. They shifted from her to him, the people in the room seemed to hold there breath. Waiting and watching for him to explode again, Tony Stark the man who was suppoused to be the best of the best was falling apart before there eyes.
"You know what, go on, scream, yell, do whatever you want, rage on. You think you'll feel better after?"
Maybe it would make it better, make the hole inside of him fill up and go away. Maybe he would be able to sleep through the night, maybe he just needed to fight it out.
Tony looked down at her, his body shifting to the left slightly as his balance shifted without his knowledge. "Last time a checked this was a free country." He brought his hand up to his lips as if in thought, an overly dramatic action. "The reason the country is free is mostly because of me last time I checked. I think that gives me the right." So why did he feel as if the words leaving his mouth in a slight slur where a lie? Tony dropped his hands and clapped them together and then spread them wide as if asking the other to challenge him.
"What else you going to throw at me? Go on, because if you honestly think this tantrum is new and individual it isn't."
Nothing, that was his answer. He didnt want to hurt her, he just wanted her and everyone else to go away. To leave him alone, to stop coming to him for help. He didnt want to be the man they wanted him to be when he could hardly stay sober. The words he wanted to say seemed to fail him, blue hues left her for what seemed like the first time in for ever, the people around the room, both his people and hers. They looked at him with a sadness, but the worst part of there glances was there pity for him. "What?" He snapped at on of the closest person.
The anger in his voice rising as one of his own men who worked for him flinched at his word. Like he had snapped him out of a trace. "Never seen someone get drunk? Never seen them be angry for having there home invaded?" The man looked to his fellow workers for support and help, but they looked away, Tony was being rude, and unjust. His hues snapped to the next person as he felt himself losing control. Sir, I feel your heart rate elevating. There is the possibility of a anxiety attack coming on. J.A.R.V.I.S spoke into his ear, but it was too late. It was already there.
Tonys hands went up to his face, his hands covering his features as he turned away from them. His heart pounded in his ears, blood rushed through his veins, his breath came out in pants. His hands dragged down his face, feeling the scruff left from not shaving. "Get out! Ju-Just get out!" The yell was broken and drunken in a mix of panic and alcohol. His feet where moving towards where he had entered the room. As soon as he was out of the main room he dropped, his back hitting the wall as his hand gripped his chest, his breath far from even.
▌Tag: Charlie▌Outfit: whooopppps Here it is :l▌Date: May 27, 2014 16:00 EDT▌Notes: - - - TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ SHADOWPLAY |
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CIVILIAN
Scars left on my heart formed weapons in my mind
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Post by Charlie Brooke on Jun 14, 2014 14:31:24 GMT -5
I'll never trade it in because I've always wanted this, it's not a dream anymore! It's worth fighting for!
Could haven given up so easily, I was a few cheep shots away from the end of me!
God knows the world doesn't need another band but a waste it would have been! I can't believe we almost hung it up!
We're just getting started! Woah! Honestly can you believe we cross the world whiles its asleep!
Everyone was watching, she could feel their eyes burning, it wasn't the same kinda watching when her band were on the stage and jumping around playing music. The kinda staring where the entire world was waiting for you to make their move. The entire room was drenched in tension, waiting to see which one of them would throw a punch first, she could already imagine the receptionist on the phone to a legal team panicking about a potential problem. they were worrying about the wrong problem, they were worried about what she would do, would she sue? Would she want police action if he snapped first....the truth was he was more likely to hurt himself than anyone else right now. She'd spent her time around violent drunk people. This wasn't violence. This wasn't anger. For a moment she couldn't put her finger on exactly what it was...but it troubled her. She knew what it was like to have your ass kicked by a grown ass drunk man, she'd spent years at the mercy of that very event...and this wasn't it. It didn't scare her. It didn't freak her out. It just....touched a raw nerve.
Charlie kept that look on her face, the 'are you kidding me' look with one eyebrow raised and a hand on her hip. She was unimpressed by him. He just kept going though, snapping at people, then back to her again. He reminded her of a cornered animal lashing out at any soul that dared to come within a hundred feet of him and she softened, because this was someone screaming out that something was very wrong and in that moment she knew what she had to do. She kept her mouth shut and let him yell it out before storming off and she immediately stopped a staff member running after him. "He's freaking out over something, just give him a moment okay, the last thing anyone needs to do is go running after him." Then there was just everyone looking at her. Oh shit. "Don't the rest of you have jobs to get back to?" She asked with a shrug like nothing had happened at all.
She gave him thirty seconds exactly before picking up a fresh bottle of water from the pack they'd brought with them and following him. Charlie didn't say anything, she just gave him space, put her back against the wall and slide down it, landing on the floor with a quiet bump. For a while she said nothing, she just....sat there and waited. Until the air felt like it had cleared a little...and then she leaned over and sat the bottle of water within arms reach of the two of them. "You know...when there was alot of stuff going on....I used to drink in the middle of the day, it felt like there was fire in my veins and I just wanted to unzip them and let the world see it all. I just didn't understand how to cope, I was in really big trouble and my way of coping was just....screaming at everyone. The smallest thing would set me off, and I'd fly off the handle....anyway my best friend John just said the wrong thing and I lost it. I smashed a glass in his face, started yelling and screaming and crying about how I didn't need anyone, how everyone was to leave me alone, that none of them should ever talk to me again and they were horrified."
The looks on their faces had been etched in her mind, she'd done things she wasn't proud of but in truth Charlie was learning to admit them and talk about them. John always said it made you a better person and he was the wisest person she had ever met. "People just thought I was crazy....they didn't realise how much trouble I was in..." But John had. She could remember him taking her by the shoulder, telling her not to waste her unscarred hands. That if life cut her to let it bleed, he told her that she was stupid for wanting to unzip her veins. That was the first moment in her life she knew if she fell over someone was going to pick her up. Taught her that the anger she had for the people in her life was alright, that some people were assholes and deserved your anger. There was a difference between being angry and feeling it and acting on it. He had been six foot four with hands the size of a kick drum and he'd taught her the difference between being justifiably angry and in trouble, between revenge and being poisoned by anger...and moving forward and using that passion for something else. He'd told her to pass it forward. That he never wanted a thank you. So this was Charlie trying to do that. Passing that kindness forward.
"Are you in trouble?"
I can't believe we almost hung it up!
We're just getting started! No! We're just getting started!
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