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{hey you guys! i'm not dead-- i swear-- but i've kinda sorta moved on and made this blog (whoops) ????? she's a comic & mcu influenced natasha romanoff whom happens to still be under construction (i've had her for a week at most.). i might come back to liz, but activity around here has been pretty dead. elizabeth's still near and dear to me, though, so don't you worry.}

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{LAUGHS INTO INFINITY I HAVEN'T BEEN ON THIS ACCOUNT IN 300000000+ YEARS}

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                                         [ slender fingers brush                                            past the pendant; she's                                            proud of her cage, to say                                            the least. her slate eyes                                            are peering through her                                            lashes-- too focused on the                                            collar for too much else. ]

                            "Isn't is gorgeous?"

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                                       [ her eyes widened                                          for a moment, brows                                          furrowed and arms limp                                          at her sides. the dull                                          thud of the marker                                          brought her back to her                                          senses. without a word,                                          her eyes wandered                                          to her surroundings:                                          it all looked                                          foreign. ]

                                       [ they returned to his face. ]

                      "--No, I--"

                                       [ and with that, an idea                                          came to mind. ]

                      "I'm just a traveler. --Lost. A lost traveler."

                                       [ a ridiculously fake smile                                          made its way onto her lips;                                          her hands clasped at her waist. ]

                               ( at the stranger’s words,                                  he turns around, slightly                                  confused. people normally                                  knew where they were                                  when they came to talk to him—                                  after all, the location of                                  his flat wasn’t exactly                                  unknown anymore.  )

        ❝221B, Baker Street. London, England.

                            Are you not where you expected?❞

    ( his red marker       slipped from       his hands onto       the ground,       unnoticed as he       studied the stranger. )

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                                              [ her smile falters.]

                         "There are the obvious ones-- The First Lady, which shouldn't be too far from here, and the Hand of the Prophet, on the other side of the city. Only problem is that both are heavily guarded. Unless we do this intelligently, it's synonymous to suicide."

                          "But, if we're lucky, we can bombard a security zeppelin. I don't know where we can find one, but they must be somewhere."

"Well now, hang on a second. We ain’t got the means to go findin’ a boat ‘round here. Best start off with an airship an’ see where we go from there…"

The girl’s enthusiasm was nothing short of ecstatic, but nothing was free. Furthermore, they still needed to find themselves an airship that wasn’t guarded by Columbian patrols. Perhaps a more subtle way was needed.

"You got smarts of this place, right? You know anywhere we can find one?"

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{beep boop i have a massive internal problem}

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                                              [ she honestly                                                 didn't know where                                                (or when) the tear                                                 would take her,                                                 but a sense of                                                 satisfaction soon took                                                 over her being. ]

                                               [ she took a few                                                  cautious steps forward,                                                  fingers adhered to                                                  the thimble on her                                                  finger. ]

                                "I... Sorry--

                                               Where am I?"

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    ❝—Busy.❞

    He’s tacking papers to the wall and seems to be attacking various photos with a red marker. He hasn’t even turned around to see who it is.

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I can’t believe it’s over. Truly, the end of an era.

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                    ��                       [ her eyes narrow                                               for a moment before                                               the weight of his                                               words really hit her.                                               a gasp escapes her lips                                               and she's smiling like                                               an idiot, bouncing on                                               the ball of her foot. ]

                        "Wait-- really? We can?"

                                              [ she goes quiet,                                                 contemplating the next                                                 bit. either way, she                                                 hesitates before                                                 speaking. ]

                         "Can't we just use an airship? No, wait-- we take a boat! How about that?"

"If ya know how we get means to, I s’pose we could."

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{wooo so im gonna find a hole and jump in it}

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name: jasmine favourite saved url: hunturs and britishactor but im using britishactor on my personal uwu the next movie you’re planning to watch: cap 2 the last movie you watched: i dont remember (i think it was like the hobbit or something??) the book you’re currently reading: the golden compass/the beautiful and damned favourite female fictional character: mary watson, elizabeth/anna ??/dewitt, charlie bradbury the number of songs on your iPod: most of them are pirated (oops???) and i dont know that one song that’s been stuck in your head all week: do i wanna know by the arctic monkeys the fictional character you identify with most: probably elsa because i have major anxiety issues favorite word: tub

facts, because i'm fucking interesting

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"Wonder this time where she’s gone.

Wonder if she’s gone to stay.

Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone.

And this house just ain’t no home.

Anytime she goes away.”

[ Bill Withers - Ain’t no Sunshine ]

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ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴ ɪᴛs єує.

ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ƲƝƇЄƦƬƛƖƝ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ ѕℓιgнт.

ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ fα¢eš, ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ｂｅｌｌｓ.

ɪᴛ·s ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴡᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ Ｈ Ｅ Ｌ Ｌ.

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                                  “So..

                                                 Can we go to Paris?”

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                                  "So..

                                                 Can we go to Paris?"

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          She looks to the remaining inch or so of her cigarette and tosses it to the floor, smashing it beneath her foot. His remark made her spin on her heel.

                       "Mister DeWitt, I don't think you understand. There's at least a mile of ocean between us and that girl and, unless we sprout gills, the only way around is through the rest of these stores."

          As much as she hated admitting it, the splicers worried her a bit. There was no doubt that they'd run into a few a lot, but they'll cross that bridge when they get to it. Besides, what's a bunch of lunatics to a detective and his... escort.

                       "This girl means something to you, correct? Then we have two options: we save her, or we die trying. And I'm not prepared to die just  yet."

          She pauses for a moment and releases a gentle sigh, gaze softening considerably. "Just.. It'll take some work, but we'll get there."

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     There was nothing more uttered about the young girl and his relationship with her. Guilt was already eating him up inside. He focused on where they were, focused on getting her back if she was even still alive. He could only hope she was - he never saw a body. 

     ❝ There must be an easier way. ❞ He considered the idea, looking across the ocean towards the building. If they weren’t around, God knows what they would come face to face with. It wasn’t safe here anymore. 

     He needed guns, lots of them. And even though he disliked the idea of the stuff, he would need plasmids too. ❝ Who’s to say we can even get around? This place is crawling with splicers. ❞

     Sure, they could try - but how long until they were taken out by splicers? Or worse, Atlas’ soldiers.