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Post by Kate Bishop on Jul 15, 2014 17:51:24 GMT -5
As I walked out one morning fair, I found myself drawn thoughtlessly back to the place
we used to live and you still do now without me, around the back away from the road
 I found a hunk of rusting bulk of a shattered old piano, someone had torn out some
of the key with cruel callousness so that one could only ever play minor melodies. =======================================================
She was starting to loose days. It scared her. She couldn't remember what day it was, what she had done last night or the day before, it had all bled into same sorry long never ending mission of trying to keep peace. Kate hadn't seen another Avenger, she'd been avoiding them, avoiding the tower. She'd left her card at home not really caring if they managed to get it up or running. They didn't need her. There was a fury in her heart, except it didn't burn out, it felt like it was consuming everything in her chest as it grew and it was hard not to be alarmed about it. It cast doubts on her job, what she was meant to be doing. She was letting personal feelings get in the way and as much as she tried to get rid of them she found herself feeling it.
Tossing her bow onto the roof top she let herself half collapse and half sit down, it was cold and it was starting to rain but it didn't bother. She looked to the sky...she wanted to drive upstate and look at the stars all night, go someone she could clear her head but she couldn't. She was stuck feeling like a tourist in her own city. She didn't recognise parts of it anymore.
It was strange to be the victim, as much as they were Avengers they were also victims, they had been displaced from their homes, separated from their friends and family. She had lost everything just like the people she was struggling to protect and she couldn't bring herself to go back into her apartment below. It was full of memories. Full of ghosts of another world that might not exist any more. She wondered what her friends were doing. If Billy was trying to save the world from the other side. Wondered if Clint was okay...that one almost brought tears to her eyes.
What did she do now? Kate had never felt this lost. She had run out of plays. This would have been the kinda night she'd show up on his door step, bruised and battered and tired and cold and he would have known what to do. He would have handed her a coffee with a smile and told her what they were going to do because they were a team. That was what they did. Then he was gone. Kate didn't realise she was crying, it felt strange...though to be fair she'd been bottling it up for far too long. Except it was okay now, there was no one here to see her cry. No one there to make coffee and smile and tell her what to do.
Kate remember this feeling well, like being made of glass about to shatter and she had promised nothing would make her feel like this again. It was her own fault. She'd got too close to people. After all, everything came to pass, except she didn't expect this to pass so fast.
======================================================= So I sat down in my sadness and played sad songs on the minor keys of a broken piano.
And now I wonder though this city like a child lost in the fog, from the hills to the river,
down stream past the island I've had time to think about what songs you listen to now I'm gone
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Post by Second Coming on Jul 16, 2014 17:36:42 GMT -5
we must be K I L L E R S CHILDREN OF THE WILD ONES Through out New York City, little clouds of smoke could be found in the oddest of places, leaving behind the smell of brimstone and a strange sound. The reasoning behind these strange clouds were found in the shadows, where small furry figures ran about and teleported where they wished. These strange blue demons went by a name. A name taken from one of the few words they knew how to say, as well as being the sound of their teleportation. "Bamf!" One of them cried as it ported into a store.
One the wall beside it were stacked rows of whiskey bottles. Grinning impishly, the little thing grabbed a bottle before porting away with a bamf! It would appear again on the store's rooftop with a triumphant grin. However, when it went to open the bottle for a drink, it was met with difficulty. "Bamf!" With a frown, the little critter ported away again, travelling away to find help in opening the bottle and leaving behind the clouds that smelled of brimstone.
And by help, that really meant stealing away a bottle opener from some person and their apartment. "Whiskey!" All that was left was to find a nice place to drink it all before its brothers discovered the great find and a fight broke out. To which caused the little Bamf to teleport away onto a high roof top where not a single soul was to be found. That was except, for a girl in purple that was sitting down. Curiosity peeked the little bamf and it crawled closer. The closer inspection and a sniff in the air alerted the little demon that the girl in purple was crying.
"Bamf?" Came a curious inquiry as it moved in closer. Now Bamfs loved girls, though they loved Kitty the most, so to see one distressed -that was not caused by a bamf- was a not pleasant sight. But as curious as it was to why the girl in purple was crying, there was the issue of the whiskey bottle. The bottle opener was hard to use with its tiny hands, and often there needed to be at least one more bamf to hold the bottle so it could be opened. Perhaps the girl in purple could help? "Whiskey!" It cried out, holding out the bottle opening and sticking the bottle neck out, though keeping the bottle itself close in hand. For Bamfs loved whiskey even more than girls, except for Kitty. Kitty was equal to whiskey. Maybe. WHERE WE GOT LEFT TO R U N ? |
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Post by Kate Bishop on Jul 19, 2014 5:56:47 GMT -5
As I walked out one morning fair, I found myself drawn thoughtlessly back to the place
we used to live and you still do now without me, around the back away from the road
I found a hunk of rusting bulk of a shattered old piano, someone had torn out some
of the key with cruel callousness so that one could only ever play minor melodies. =======================================================
It came out of nowhere, literally nowhere, with a funny little sound and a small plume of smoke. It was the kinda thing you would expect from a childrens cartoon, that surreal moment where reality and the impossible collided and Kate had to take a moment to convince herself that she was not high. Maybe she'd started hallucinating from lack of sleep? "Hello..." she found herself saying, it was more of a question then a statement, she moved the little closer, getting a good look at the blue creature before tilting her head to the side. What on earth was it?
Maybe the dimension collision had pulled other stuff in, Kate knew more than most what was out there in the multiverse, she had met countless worlds full of creatures like the little blue one in front of her that had both perplexed and confused her but in a way, to realise there was so much out there, so much diversity and entire universe apart from your own was freeing. It had been one of those adventures in life where you realised you were really fucking small in the world. That you were insignificant and tiny. Compared to the world they were a blip, alive for just a fraction of a moment in it's life time and here they made such difference. It was something to be in awe at. That you were here to enjoy it, in a world that was starting to understand how and why it came aroun. That was pretty incredible right?
Then again here she was sitting on a roof top crying like a child and feeling sorry for herself.
Wiping the tears from her cheek and watched the creature stick out the bottle and the opener holding it out for her and it took Kate just a moment to click on to what it wanted her to do. "You want me to open it?" She asked before gently taking the bottle opener of him or her and holding the neck of the whiskey bottle lightly. She pulled off the heavy foil wrapper first before reaching the thin plastic underneath at which point she had to employ her thumb nail in breaking the seal bit by bit. "You want to help me?" Maybe it didn't understand her? Had no idea what she was saying but still there was patience and calm in her voice.
"Okay I need you to hold the bottle real tight for me while I pull out the cork alright?" SHe managed to twist off the cap and she held it in her hand before managed to get the bottle opener in place and yanked out the corked lid. It actually took more effort than she had anticipated, mostly because she was used to doing it when she was holding the bottle and could pull both ways. "There we go, you want to keep the lids?" Kate asked, holding the corked stopper and the plastic twist cap in her hand for the creature.
======================================================= So I sat down in my sadness and played sad songs on the minor keys of a broken piano.
And now I wonder though this city like a child lost in the fog, from the hills to the river,
down stream past the island I've had time to think about what songs you listen to now I'm gone
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