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   Independent Roleplay and Ask blog for Marvel Guardian of the Galaxy’s                                                    Peter Jason Quill a.k.a Star-Lord

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Hiatus

//should probably officially state it, but I’m gonna go on a bit of a hiatus. Between work and school I’ve been a bit of a hot mess….and yea…I’ll lurk from time to time and when I can maybe do a thing here or there, but otherwise- I’m sorry guys…

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Hiatus

//should probably officially state it, but I'm gonna go on a bit of a hiatus. Between work and school I've been a bit of a hot mess....and yea...I'll lurk from time to time and when I can maybe do a thing here or there, but otherwise- I'm sorry guys...

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rvb tarot; viii - strength + york

characteristics of strength; patience, understanding & compassion

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sendameme:

Eyes: Blue | Green | Brown | Hazel | Grey | Other

Hair: Blonde | Brown | Black | Red | Ginger | Grey/White | Multi-color | Other

Body Type: Skinny | Slender | Slim | Built | Curvy | Athletic | Muscular

Skin: Pale | Light | Fair | Freckled | Tan | Olive | Medium | Dark | Discolored Gender: Male | Female | Trans | Cis | No Gender | Other

Sexuality: Heterosexual | Homosexual | Bisexual | Pansexual | Asexual | Demisexual | Other

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Homoromantic | Heteroromantic | Biromantic | Panromantic | Aromantic | Greyromantic | Demiromantic

Species: Human | Undead/Vampire | Shapeshifter (Weres) | Demon | Angel | Witch/Wizard/Sorcerer | Incubus/Succubus | Other Education: High School | College | University | Higher Education

Living Situation: Lives alone | Lives with parents/guardian | Lives with significant other |Lives with a friend / family | Drifter | Homeless

Parents/Guardian: Mom | Dad | Adoptive | Foster | Grandparents | Family friend

Relationship: Single | Crushing | Dating | Engaged | Married | Separated | It’s complicated I’ve been: In Love | Hurt | Sick | Abused

I have a(n): Learning Disorder | Personality Disorder | Mental Disorder | Anxiety Disorder | Eating Disorder | Substance-related Disorder | PTSD Things I’ve done before: Drank alcohol | Smoked | Done drugs | Stolen | Self harmed | Starved myself | Had sex | Had a threesome | Gotten into a fist fight | Gone to the hospital | Gone to jail | Used a fake ID | Gone to a rave | Killed someone Positive Traits: Affectionate | Adventurous | Athletic | Brave | Careful | Charming | Confident | Creative | Determined | Fearless | Generous | Honest | Humorous | Intelligent | Loyal | Modest | Patient | Selfless

Negative Traits: Aggressive | Bossy | Cynical | Envious | Fearful | Greedy | Gullible |Jealous | Impatient | Impulsive | Insecure | Irresponsible | Possessive |Sarcastic | Self-conscious | Selfish | Unstable

BOLD all that applies to your muse!

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// sorry for the recent lull in activity been working on a little somethin’ somethin’ with Vee-sweeite....

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"Hey there Captain York the Dork!"

   “Is it really necessary to add the dork part…?”

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Even if it may seem I only rp with a few certain people

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A faint shiver rolled down his spine at the contact, but he didn’t protest it or move away from it. Another long drag was taken, bringing the stick almost down to the filter. It took him a minute before he let the breath out, the smoke rolling out and up to join the rest of the cloud that hung over the room.

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     York’s hand reflexively took hold of North’s trying to stop him from hurting himself like that, his own eyes shone, glistening with a wetness of pent up emotions like he’d never shown before, anger, intense anger, not at North...but for North.... It was an anger that was burning him from the inside out, welling up behind his eyes and burning so brightly it made them water. York wasn’t an emotional person...he hid everything behind layers and layers of jokes and humor, but he couldn’t mask this... He wanted to find this guy and introduce him to his shotgun a thousand times over,he wanted to-.....it didn’t matter what he wanted to do....the damage was done....           “That sick...twisted...fuck...” York hissed. All his muscles felt tense, his fists clenched and his jaw locked, pulling in the last his cigarette had to offer before putting it out. He could understand the smoking now...the state North was in....he’d been carrying all this around with him-...      “North-....” his voice cracking a bit with the weight of the heavy emotions sitting in his throat, his good eye angling sideways to look at the other, “No one’s ever doing that to you again....not ever... I’ll break their face a million different ways, I swear to you.”

Behind Blue Eyes (closed RP)

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“I can still hear Pabbi scream, sometimes…” The hand at his neck slid toward the hand on his back, his arm coming up so he could give a grateful pat for the silent support.

“We got thrown into the system after that… Mamma had been an only child, Pabbi, too, and Afi’s family all had families of their own… We got lucky and managed to stay together. An wealthy older couple, about Wyoming’s age, took us in… Their only son was off in college, so they thought they’d “do a good deed” and foster some kids…” The cigarette was brought to his lips once more as the other hand moved to drape over the knee that was propped up, again.

“Things were pretty good for a while. They were nice to us…only asked us to help with taking out the trash, setting the table…easy stuff for a little kid…” His expression grew darker as he continued, a vaguely sick tinge coming to his pale skin. “…and then their son lost his job…had to move back in with them…”

    The system.... Now there was something York knew all too well, his features darkening at the notion, a muttered curse signalling that, that was a bit of information he could at least sympathize with to some degree. But he never found a foster home, not a long term one anyways- not one that didn’t throw him back after a day or two or he didn’t run away from. His own memories of that requiring a particularly long huff of smoke to calm his nerves, shifting his weight to lean against North as he watched the pallor of his friend’s skin alter....he could feel the point of this story coming and a frown creased his brow, his arm moving once more to drape across his friend’s shoulder.

Behind Blue Eyes (closed RP)

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A quiet nod of thanks was the only acknowledgement of the other’s words. His mind, for the most part, was mired in the past…

“Mamma had to stop working not long before that…she’d started having seizures. They couldn’t figure out why… Pabbi was more scared than we were.” He cleared his throat as he took another draw from his own cigarette, holding it- and his breath- for as long as he could before letting it out in one, slow, exhale.

“A while after our seventh birthday…Mamma had a seizure in the car, on our way home from town…” He frowned, his brow furrowing as his free hand uncurled and pushed into blond tangles, coming to rest at the back of his head, just above his neck. “Pabbi panicked, like he always did…lost control of the car…”

He fell silent for a moment, his eyes squeezing shut. “Still don’t know how we got out… Sis and I both thought we saw someone, but…it’s so strange, we had to have been seeing things…concussions or shock or…something…” He sighed. “…I remember…just before I was pulled free…Mamma came to and made me promise to take care of sis…and then I was at the side of the road, with people starting to crowd around us…”

He shook his head, bowing it as his hand slid to his neck, rubbing at it faintly. “Mamma and Pabbi…they didn’t make it out… The car exploded… before anyone could get to them…”

    York let out a breath, he wanted to say something, to offer some words of comfort or-....anything, but he was at a loss. He always had something to say, always- but not now.... Now he couldn’t find a single syllable to utter, nothing helpful would work its way up his throat. There was nothing he could say that could help that...nothing he could do to change the horrors of a person’s past, but seeing his friend in pain like this, his friend who was normally so together, so calm and collected....he was anything but right now. It hurt, it physically hurt to see North in this kind of pain as York’s hand rested against the older agent’s back. It was all he could do...all he could offer was his support...let North know he was there, really there. He was here for him and he was still listening. The man who usually took nothing seriously currently wore the most serious expression he’d perhaps ever worn in his life in that moment.

Behind Blue Eyes (closed RP)

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He fell silent, again, for a moment as he took in those words, the smoke pluming from his nose this time rather than his mouth as he sighed. Closer than blood… Maybe he could tell him… Would it help to get it out?

“…Stephen…that was my name….before…” he murmured quietly, ice blue eyes locked on the smoldering stick between his fingers. He rolled it between his fingers idly, bringing it to his lips for another pull before continuing. “There were five of us…Granna, Mamma, Pabbi, Sis, and me… Granna moved to the States when she was eighteen…married Afi almost right off the boat, had Mamma a year later…”

He shifted, hissing faintly under his breath as the cloth of his shorts shifted against his leg. His free hand went to adjust it, pulling it to cover more of his thigh. “Afi died before we were born- an accident in the factory he worked at. Mamma and Pabbi moved in with Granna after that to look after her. We grew up with her there, and she helped raise us on our heritage while Pabbi and Mamma worked to support all of us… She died when we were six- just before our seventh birthday…”

    York was silent, for once in his life, giving North the opportunity to say what he needed to while listening intently. Five of them, huh...? Sounded like such a big family to the kid who had only ever been a family of one before now. Well- he’d had his mother up until he was around five or six...he supposed...but he didn’t remember her. Either way, five sounded like a lot to him. Part of him wondered if it was nice...to have a big family like that...but judging by the state North was in now...and that this story had something to do with it...he got the feeling maybe he’d been better off with his family of one...     “Sorry to hear that...” he spoke, his condolences sincere, though his tone inviting North to please continue with his story, that York was indeed listening, pulling in a long drag, letting the smoke linger in the back of his throat before blowing a steady stream in the opposite direction of the other.

Behind Blue Eyes (closed RP)

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A faint flinch was given as his assumed name was spoken in a whisper, the empty hand curling into a loose fist as his fellow Agent moved to sit beside him. A pull was drawn from the fresh stick, the smoke escaping him in a mirthless laugh at the comment.

“I’ve smoked since I was a…” A kid? He hadn’t been a kid since his parents died. “Since I was nine…”

He seemed as if he was going to ignore the question for a moment before he sighed, his brow furrowing lightly. This was York…besides South, he was his best friend… Could he tell him? Would he judge him? See him for what he knew, somewhere deep and dark inside, that he was and leave? Or would he stay at his side?

He swallowed against his dry throat as he brought the stick to his lips, again…this time nudging the pack he’d taken it from, and it’s remaining tobacco stick, toward the other in silent offering.

“…we’re friends…right, York…? I’d…like to think I could even call you my brother…”

     All this time and he’d ever even known that about North...that he’d smoked since he was nine...he supposed he shouldn’t be as surprised as he was though. A lot of the agents knew so little about one another’s pasts on this boat, but there was something in North’s history that was affecting him this badly...York wanted to be able to help him hold some of that weight...if he could... Taking the offered cigarette and lighting it up with a small, phrase of gratitude.      “You even gotta ask?” York chuckled, his go to response to tense situations always being humor, but it was evident he was trying to reign himself in as he cleared his throat and nodded, his shoulder lightly nudging his friend’s, “Yea man, closer than blood, you and me. At least for me. Don’t want to speak for you and South, but yea- brothers.” He agreed, a firm nod being given to back up his words. He didn’t know what it was that was eating away at North like this, that was getting to him so badly, but there wasn’t a thing he could say that was gonna make York leave this room right now. That was for sure. 

Behind Blue Eyes (closed RP)

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At the sound of the lock, his eyes went wide. A silent curse in Icelandic slipped from his lips as he glared at the empty air, internally berating the AI in a way he never would aloud.

It likely took York a moment of scanning the room to find his friend. It was almost as dark as it was outside of the ship in the room. The only lights were from the room’s sole terminal. In the dim light, the wreck the elder’s room had become over the course of the day and previous night were apparent. Ashtrays piled high with ashes and spent cigarettes, empty cigarette boxes, and an empty carton- and half empty of another- of the same littered the floor.

North’s position was given away when he shifted in the corner he was tucked into, pulling a fresh stick from a nearby pack and lighting it with the click of a lighter. He looked…nothing like how his fellow Freelancers were accustomed to seeing him.

There were heavy circles under his eyes, giving away the fact that he hadn’t slept all night. His hair was a matted mess, standing on end in some places from where he’d tugged at it. One wore not his usual track pants and tee shirt, but a simple pair of shorts- something no one ever saw him in.

Most atypical of him was the fact that, on the table beside him, sat Theta’s chip. He’d pulled Theta. He always refused to pull the AI, saying it scared them worse than anything else did.

The elder Freelancer frowned at the younger with empty, red-rimmed, eyes. For the moment, he didn’t speak. He simply stared for a moment before sighing and turning his gaze away from his friend, a vague hint of shame flitting across his features.

    It took York a while to process everything, for his eye to adjust to the dim lighting, but what he saw only made his worry spike to a level far beyond anything he could’ve possibly imagined. He felt fear...fear for his best his friend... None of this was right...there was ‘a bad day’...and then there was this....        “North....”              it was all he could manage to breathe out....the only thing he could think to say as he stared at Theta’s chip on the table...that wasn’t right...North never pulled Theta...not ever...just like York never pulled Delta who he could feel shifting with discomfort inside his skull, but he had D remain silent for the time being. This was between him and North...no one else...     “North...” he repeated, turning to look at the other, moving in his direction, slowly, he didn’t want to upset the other, to breach his space too quickly, “What happened....? You don’t normally smoke-.... But this- this looks like you’ve smoked what I do in a week in one night....”            Now moving to sit beside his friend.

Behind Blue Eyes (closed RP)

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    Caboose was looking around in Freckles, his lips drawn thin under his helmet in mild frustration. It seemed like Freckles was sick? That was a bad thought to have. But, as his owner, Caboose was determined to get him better! Though, he turned away from his beloved robot at the sound of his name to see the new Freelancer … um … York! That was his name!

    “Ah, yes! That is me! I am Caboose.” He smiled under his helmet, “This is Freckles, my dog. Though … he hasn’t been feeling very good lately..” He turned and looked up at his robot. He’d been trying to fix him for about an hour now, butstill couldn’t figure out what was wrong!

      “Dog-.....”                York echoed, staring at the thing with a rather skeptical expression. He’d seen a lot of dogs in his time, but never anything quite like that.... He was pretty certain most dogs didn’t come equipped with semi-automatic weaponry... but he supposed when a kid said a veritable wrecking-ball...was his dog...your best bet was to humor the guy rather than get shot by ‘Lucky’ over there..er....’Freckles’...as the case may be.      “He’s sick, huh? Don’t suppose they have many vets all the way out here do they? Any idea what’s wrong with him?”