#p:loki

[lonelydoctors]

"Trust my rage."

[weatherwonder]

Gone in 60 Seconds//Ororo & Loki

Graffiti layered the walls of various buildings. Headlights lite up the street for miles as the ground shook from the force of powerful bass stereos. It was strange,that the smell of burning rubber and asphalt could make her feel so at home. Old habits had been hard to break, and with living at the mansion, she had found herself sneaking out to interact with the...less than savory side of town. She had started out just stealing a few cars, test driving them really, taking them back to the school only to have Scott inform Xavier of her unruly behavior. Ororo smiled at the memory, she had been furious with the boyscout. Had thought him to be such a teacher pet. In revenge she had taken his prize bike out for a spin, ended up totalling the motorcycle.

Her punishment had been to clean the entire Blackbird from head to toe, as well as helping Cyclop’s rebuild his bike. Actually the sentence hadn’t been as harsh as it has seemed. She end up learning a lot about vehicles through Scott and the two had become closed from spending so much time together. Yet Ororo hadn’t exactly learn her ‘lesson’ and would still leave at night. Long story short, rather she spent a lot of time washing the jet, Ororo found herself entering street races from time to time.

Perhaps it was the rush from driving way over the speed limit that drew her to such activities. If she wasn’t careful, one wrong move could be her last ride. Or maybe it was just the money. It did feel good winning, actually it felt really good. There were far more intimidating characters that surrounded her: ex-cons, gangsters, drug dealers, and yet here she was at the top of the food chain. Leaving all competition in the dust. Yeah winning was great.

Ororo climbed out of her 1969 Boss 429 Mustang, the tight black leather she had chosen to wear had caused a few individuals to try and holla at her. Asking for a slice of putang-pie. Although she found the ignorant catcalling a nuisance, she couldn’t help herself from laughing.

“Hmmhm damn is that my Roro.”

The wind-rider turned to see one of her favorite mechanics walking towards her. A short man, with one long cornrow swinging against his back. He was dressed in a all golden jumpsuit, to his side walked a petite Asian woman in a skirt so short it could be mistaken as panties.  

She leaned over slightly to make it easier for him to kiss her cheek. “T-Long, Kiki. I was hoping to catch you here.” Ororo went to hug the woman. “Wanted you to see me show off this new engine of yours.”

“Gurl, ya gonna smoke these mitchs. All thanks to me o’course.”

Ororo shook her head, “Of course.” She unzipped her jacket, tossing the clothing back into the car. “Any new faces around?”

“Well now that you mentioned it....” Kiki’s grin put the mutant a little unease. The mechanic’s wife could be even more eccentric than her own husband at times.

“Ya know, Montes still wants to pay you back from before.” T-Long interrupted, somehow the man had slipped past her and was ticking away under the hood.

“Again?”

Kiki walked around to stand next to her husband. “I think he man is smitten.”

“More like delusional. Thinkin’ he can beat my gurl.”

“Your girl?” Kiki frowned, slapping the man on the back of the head.

“I’m going to go check out that Mustang over there.” She announced just to get away from the couple and perhaps get something cold to drink.

[listentoyourheartroxanne]

Welcome?||Loki and Roxanne

@lokixtricks

Roxanne sat on her couch, headphones on and Powerline playing. She was working on her tablet, finishing up a project for class. The room was quiet as it was just her, the other room empty. The door was unlocked as it should have been and Roxanne was lost in her own world. However the door burst open a figure standing in the doorway. Roxanne screamed. Dropping her tablet and throwing her headphones off she jumped up and stared. “Uhhh, who are you and why are you just walking in here?”

[the-blackwidow-blog]

An Interrogation | Natasha & Loki

She didn't really understand why she was doing this now. Besides, it's been months after the battle of New York, but she was eager to see what she could extract from him after spending such a long period in the cell. Last time, she was successful to bring out very useful information out of him and she couldn't deny that she was curious to see if the pressure of his circumstances had affected him at all. Was he easier to break? Or was he more determined?

Natasha was sitting in a small - but strong - interrogation room. The table and the two chairs facing each other were made of metal and were designed to be stuck to the ground. The occasional emergency button was stuck on her side of the table and only she could see it, but she didn't sense she'd need it.

She had her arms folded while she sat watching the door open with two guards entering with their hands on Loki's shoulders and handcuffed hands quite forcefully. As if that was enough. She reminded herself as he was seated down that her previous successful attempt with him meant nothing, but it certainly labeled him "breakable" somewhere in her spy-mind whether she helped it or not.