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avengers—assemblerp: Elizabeth Braddock (Psylocke) | 26 |...

Mon, 20 May 2013 16:36:11 +0100

Elizabeth Braddock (Psylocke) | 26 | TAKEN | FC: Tamsin Egerton

“It isn’t the morality of the mission that frightens me; it is my elation at the opportunity to repay these devils.”

Bio: Born the daughter of a very wealthy and influential dimension traveller, Sir James Braddock, Elizabeth and her two brothers all lead very privileged childhoods. Attending private school with her twin, Brian, the two young aristocrats often spent their time daydreaming of adventures filled with danger and excitement; unknowingly, how they would later lead their lives. After the death of their parents in a catastrophic experiment gone wrong, both twins took to the skies with Elizabeth becoming a Charter Pilot and Brian secretly serving as Captain Britain.

However, like most of her pursuits, this job was short lived and Elizabeth soon sought thrills elsewhere by switching careers to become an international supermodel. It was around this time that her telepathic powers began to manifest, something the government soon caught wind of and resulting in Miss Braddock becoming an agent in their organisation S.T.R.I.K.E., Britain’s version of S.H.I.E.L.D. Since then, she has excelled in her training and performed well in all missions given to her despite - as classified information states - having a tendency to break rules and regulations.

Abilities: Telekinesis, Telekinetic Katana, Omega Level Telepathy, Psionic Knife, Mind Control, Illusionist, Psionic Blasts, Controlled Amnesia, Master Martial Artist.

Personality:

Confident

Compassionate

Haughty

Impulsive

Character Connections:

Is the twin sister of Brian

Enjoys working with Ororo and Logan

Will happily voice her distrust of Loki

[*Some canon aspects of the character may have been altered purely for our group’s own purposes.]

Photo

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 20:53:47 +0000

Oh..

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 18:43:33 +0000

friendlyneighbourhoodwebhead:

Well Aunt May, she’s kind of my mother though— she always drinks it, so I just thought it was an old person thing to do.. -shrugs softly with a laugh- Oh my.. -glances around the kitchen, biting down on his lip- Well.. I mean when you living with Asgardians.. what can you expect?

Well I use to use the schools dark room to develop them there, but since I’ve moved in here I’ve done all the work myself.. Tony is rather brilliant when it comes to helping his fellow teammates out. -smiles- He got the room and all the equipment for me. Oh, uh, never got the chance to ask. But you’re here to try out for the Avengers right?

[rolls her eyes] Of course you did. Trust me, you wouldn’t be saying such things if you had ever visited England. They might very well forman angry mob and chase you down the streets. Clearly your Aunt May has excellent taste.

Surely they ought to know how to do a bit of cleaning? The testosterone in this building doesn’t help. I’ll be damned if there’s actually any bleach in the cupboards. [moves a few used plates off of one corner of the counter before replacing them with two relatively-clean mugs] Un-bloody-believable. Maybe we should hire a maid. Can you fill this with water for me? [passes him the kettle]

Did he now? I can’t say he’s ever taken such an interest in any of my hobbies, but there you go. So are you going to start selling your photos, or are the purely for recreational purposes? I’m sure you could make quite a good profit if you found the right buyer. Perhaps you ought to go into fashion photography? I’m sure I know a few people I could hook you up with.

[pauses to laugh as she rummages around, trying to find the high-quality, better tasting teabags she’d hidden behind an unused teapot] Try out? Goodness me, no. How do I say this without sounding utterly big headed? I already have plenty of experience of being in teams - some heroic, some not so much. I suppose Avenger status was the least that SHIELD could give me seeing as they were lacking a telepath with natural born leader qualities and a generally outgoing personality.

bannerandthebeast: -pouts- Would not! You know you just can’t resist me because I’m loveable… -gasps...

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 18:43:29 +0000

bannerandthebeast:

-pouts- Would not! You know you just can’t resist me because I’m loveable…
-gasps and staggers backwards- I… I’m RIGHT?! Dear lord, I think I’m going to faint… I’m right? I will always be right? Can I get that in writing? Or on a medal or something?

-thinks about it- Is it worth it though? Not mourning the loss of someone you love just to prove a point to everyone else?

[shrugs with a sly smile] I really think that would depend on the definition of loveable and whether or not you’re up to my standards.

My only offer is that you have it as a tattoo as that will cause you the same amount of pain I feel whilst you boast about being right. [presses a finger to her lips] You musn’t tell anyone I said that, otherwise they’ll all believe that I’m right due to my fabulous trend-setting nature. And then you’ll be sorry, as they will all come running up to your door asking you for advice and help.

Yes. If doing so means others will treat you equally despite your past and - perhaps - your appearance, then I think it is. You’re ridding yourself of hurt and pain: surely that’s a positive, even if it does mean not crying over dead friends.

bannerandthebeast: -smiles- Because I’m a child at heart, and you can’t say no to adorable...

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 21:44:36 +0000

bannerandthebeast:

-smiles- Because I’m a child at heart, and you can’t say no to adorable children…

-shakes his head- Maybe… maybe not. I don’t know… We’ll find a way to end it though, we always do. -smiles weakly- And… maybe we can all just go on vacation when this is done… that’d be nice…

What do you mean?

[scoffs] Yes you can, it’s incredibly easy. Adorable children fluttering their lashes is how spoilt brats are created. The reason I can’t say no to you is because I know I’ll never hear the end of it otherwise. You’ll try and hijack me in my sleep to send me into space via balloon.

I admire your optimism, I really do. Next time I’m rude to you, tell me to shut up and listen because you’re right and you will always be right. [hums dreamily] Very nice. Somewhere without guns and knives and blood.

That sometimes it’s easier to pretend you don’t feel anything and tell yourself that nothing happened, because the truth scares you. You want to be brave to prove to everyone that you’re strong.

bannerandthebeast: -shakes his head- Nope! We’ll need an anti-gravity machine and a projector…...

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 21:32:41 +0000

bannerandthebeast:

-shakes his head- Nope! We’ll need an anti-gravity machine and a projector… Nothing dangerous, just a bit of fun! Come on, you know you want to!
-sighs- You’re right. To be fair though, he tried to shove me in a cage… THAT’S why I hate him. But I will do what I can to help… I know this isn’t really his fault… And it won’t be easy, but easy was never in the job description! Otherwise, we’d all be on a tropical island, taking tequila shots and dancing with exotic women right now… -smiles-

…..fair point. But I still think it’s better to express how you feel than to bottle it up just for the sake of carrying on…

[groans] Why are you such a terribly hard man to say no to?

He did? Oh. I’m sorry Bruce. Nobody deserves that. But then I suppose this is his comeuppance. A twisted way of justice that perhaps even I didn’t realise. [waves her hand to dismiss her ramblings] Either way, I just wish we knew how to end it before anyone else gets hurt. [laughs quietly, despite still feeling uncomfortable about the whole situation] A trip somewhere sunny sounds heavenly right now.

Even when it means admitting the truth?

bannerandthebeast: -shakes his head- That’s it, I’m making a space simulator. You’re going to see...

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 21:14:00 +0000

bannerandthebeast:

-shakes his head- That’s it, I’m making a space simulator. You’re going to see the wonders of space, and enjoy it even if it kills me!
-pouts- I’m not being selfish, and I don’t want revenge! Just because I don’t like him doesn’t mean I won’t help. There are only two people I dislike so much that I wouldn’t help them if they needed it, and Bucky isn’t one of them. But I’m not really sure there’s much I, personally, can do for him. At least not at the moment…

-crosses his arms- Given up? Certainly not. Carrying on just means you’ve shut out emotion, which isn’t brave, it’s dangerous, and never a good thing.

Can’t we just look at the stars outside instead? They’re far less empty and infinitely safer.

[sighs] Alright, alright. I just don’t want to see people turn around and hate him when he has no idea what he’s doing. Bucky may be lost, but that doesn’t mean it’s impossible to find him again. Although I have a horrible feeling that it won’t be easy.

No, carrying on means you learn to live with your emotions and don’t let them get the better of you. It means your strong, and that means you’ll survive. You’ve got to smile, even when the things you love have been destroyed. Especially when you’ve destroyed them.

bannerandthebeast: You never dreamed of being an astronaut? Not even once? -shrugs and smiles...

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 20:40:21 +0000

bannerandthebeast:

You never dreamed of being an astronaut? Not even once?
-shrugs and smiles bitterly- I’ve never really been partial to Bucky. And considering he’s just gone and murdered my son-in-law, I’m not exactly in a forgiving mood when it comes to him. It may not be his fault, but that doesn’t make me want to kick his ass any less.

-frowns- Used to it, yes, but that doesn’t make it any easier. And ‘getting upset’ is just a way of showing that you cared about that person and valued their life. Especially when it’s someone close to you.

[laughs] No, I’m afraid not. An explorer in the wild depths of the Amazon jungle, yes. But never an astronaut.

He doesn’t need you to be forgiving, he needs you to help. Imagine having your whole memory wiped out so that the only thing left inside you is the one thing you fear. The one thing you vowed you’d never be again, consuming you until it’s all that’s left. [shakes her head] I’m sorry Bruce, but this is no time to act selfish and try and get revenge.

Getting upset is showing that you’re affected and that you’ve given up. Carrying on is braver.

bannerandthebeast: Oh you know what I mean! I just… don’t normally dream about that sort of thing…...

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 20:24:46 +0000

bannerandthebeast:

Oh you know what I mean! I just… don’t normally dream about that sort of thing… -smiles- I actually had a very vivid dream about traveling through space. It was magnificent…
-expression sobers and he nods- Believe me, I will. The last thing she needs is that man in her life… D’you hear about what happened to Matt?

Well, each to their own I suppose. The thought of going into space sounds utterly terrifying. So far from civilisation, not knowing where you are, no definite way to get home.

[frowns, surprised at Bruce for saying so] It’s not Bucky’s fault. He’s being manipulated into becoming a monster. He never asked for it. If his memories can be restored, there’s a chance he can be saved. If, though. If.

Yes, I did. And whilst it’s a terrible thing, people ought to be used to death in this brutal business. There’s no sense in getting upset by it, especially given the circumstances.

Oh..

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 17:21:33 +0000

friendlyneighbourhoodwebhead:

-follows after her, attempting his very best to keep his gaze on anything but her, though he kept realizing that she was probably listening to his thoughts- Well I look forward to this life changer.

Well I wouldn’t say I’m that good, but I do enjoy photography.. -pulls his camera out from his jacket pocket- Try not to leave home without it actually.. Uh.. I’ve probably been doing it since I was maybe 12 or 13..

[hides a fleeting smile as she wonders whether or not to tell him that he can relax] Trust me, once you’ve tried it you’ll wonder how on earth you’ve come this far without knowing what it tastes like. [pulls a face as they turn into the kitchen, seeing what a state it’s in] Honest to god, this is becoming ridiculous. Is cleaning a foreign concept here?

Nonsense. I’m sure you’re fabulous at it. [glances at the camera, glad to see it’s film and not digital] I guess it’s good to have a hobby. Do you develop the photos yourself?

bannerandthebeast: What do you think I’d be dreaming about? Come on Liz, I’m not the sort who has...

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 17:12:28 +0000

bannerandthebeast:

What do you think I’d be dreaming about? Come on Liz, I’m not the sort who has dreams about… oh, I don’t know… threesomes, or car chases, or whatever. I’m a scientist, damnit.
-shakes his head- No… I actually haven’t seen her in a few days… I’m a bit worried about her…

Did you really just - car chases? Oh my goodness. I’m not even sure I know how to respond to that. Clearly you need to get out more.

[bites her lip, uncharacteristically anxious] Right. Well perhaps that’s for the best. You and her are friends, no? Please, keep her away from Bucky.

Your Average Lunch Break || Pepper & Elizabeth

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 17:10:55 +0000

noneedtorescueme:

The footsteps distracted her for a mere moment, before once again she was involved with the file. It was all rather interesting, delving into the amazing abilities, gifts and talents of the people gathered in the building. Pepper took care not to become to involved with the people gathered in the papers beside her - it wouldn’t do to truly start diving into their personal lives. That was just plain rude.
When the door opened, Pepper blinked before carefully composing her features and sitting up straight. Her feet slipped into the pumps by the side of the sofa, and in one swift and graceful movement she was standing up. “Good day, can I help you?”

Taking the documents, Pepper gave them a brief glance over before nodding and flashing a smile. She was rather curious about this young woman, but it’d be impolite to inquire too much on a first meeting. “Thank you. I’ll get these in order and filed away. I appreciate you taking the time to fill them out.” With a soft nod, she moved over to her desk, placing the folder with it’s papers beside her computer. Glancing up as the woman continued, Pepper gave a soft smile.

“That would be me. I think you’ll hear me called ‘Pepper’ more than Miss Potts however. Tony’s nickname for me has caught on. And… I’m afraid I’ve not reached your file yet, I don’t think. You would be?” The woman seemed familiar, but… No point making a fool of herself by giving out a wild guess. Moving out from behind her desk to stand by the woman once more, she chuckled softly. “The city life is… One I’m definitely used to. Though here in this city, well, things change rather quickly. I doubt I’ll ever be fully accustomed to its ways. If you ever need any help with adjusting… I’m always happy to lend a hand.”

“Pepper it is then,” Elizabeth said airily, eyes wandering from the woman herself and across the spacious office they were stood in. Everything seemed nicely presented and organised: she liked that. It was when things were messy that documents got lost, and with a job such as Pepper’s she was sure that misplacing things wasn’t an option. After all, if her knowledge on businesses served her correctly, she pretty much single-handedly cared for Tony Stark’s enterprise shenanigans.

She hummed, gladdened by the fact that her file had so far been untouched. In her opinion, pieces of paper were no true way to get a proper insight into someone’s life. “Elizabeth Braddock,” she replied, a hint of a smile playing across her lips. Her mouth dropped open to add the usual line of ‘resident telepath’ but she rapidly decided against it. Until recently it was an ability she liked to boast about, but in light of recent event she was unsure as to whether that applied any more.

Shifting slightly on the spot so that a beam of sunlight coming in through one of the windows fell upon the dark material of her jumper, warming the skin beneath, Elizabeth nodded. “That’s very kind of you. I’ll admit, I’m more accustomed to visiting them than living in them.” Gesturing in the vague direction of the outside, she added, “I do like how full of life it is here, though. You get all sorts of people. Some horrid, I’ll grant you that, but there are a few hidden gems amongst the sewer rats.”

With a cat-like stretch, the mutant returned her attention back to the female beside her. “Have you been holed up in here all day doing paperwork and filing? You ought to be awarded some sort of medal for having the patience and perseverance of a saint.”

Snake In The Grass || Elizabeth & Viper

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 16:32:47 +0000

hydra-viper:

“Usurp my crown,” Viper said with a disbelieving laugh, “You clearly don’t know much about Madripoor. You’re more likely to kill all your subjects.”

And she truly meant it. Madripoor was a city-state for criminals. It was a corrupt cesspool of gambling, drugs, lust and a whole plethora of illegal activities. The telepath would have to kill all her subjects if she wanted to be fair and just.
“Unless you’re planning to reform them?” She continued with a light snort. Viper restrained a growl when she felt the other woman rifle through her memories.

“Perhaps I want my child to slaughter the world,” she hissed, more than a little angry. “She or he will accomplish so much that I could plan.”

“If that’s so then I hardly think they’ll need me to kill them,” Elizabeth observed, “they’re more likely to murder themselves for all of the crimes plaguing their heads, filling them with guilt.” But perhaps she would give them a push start. There was no need to have telepathy to remind people of their wrongdoings, especially considering most were at the forefront of their minds whether they liked it or not. It was easy to try and forget, but hard to escape the truth.

A model’s smile lit up her face, but not out of happiness. Viper’s ignorance was, as everyone else’s, quite humorous. “Only the strongest people can reform,” she stated, as though she was the epitome of knowledge when it came to rehabilitating former criminals. And perhaps she was. She certainly had plenty of experience. “And even then, only the ones who deserve to be forgiven can actually overcome the crippling emotions of their own mind.”

Violet eyes stared at Viper for a second, unable to comprehend what she was saying without feeling an overwhelming need to slap sense into the woman. “You’d manipulate your own babe into becoming something worse than yourself?” she uttered in disbelief, disgusted by the concept. With a stubborn huff, the telepath withdrew from the villain’s head and allowed the two of them to settle back into reality once more.

“I don’t know what I expected to accomplish coming here, but fuelling my hatred for you was not it.” Elizabeth’s gaze lingered on Viper’s stomach for a moment, conjuring away the dark ideas of prevention by death. Perhaps in the X-Force, but she was an Avenger now and that would not do.

the romance of sadness || Elizabeth & Betty

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 16:15:41 +0000

doctorbettyross:

She shrugged and accepted the beer, nodding her thanks. With one finger she played with the little drops of condensation while studying her companion. It was a bad habit, but already she was considering possible experiments to study telepathy. Betty may have been a PhD in Cellular Biology but that didn’t mean she didn’t get curious about every possible subject she could come across.
“No it’s not as bad as that,” she laughed, taking a sip of the beer. “Everyone’s been very kind and quite pleasant. And it’s really very nice to have my own lab again.”

She paused thinking of her old job before continuing with an amused little grin.

“And really, after having to deal with college students, superheroes can’t be that terrible,” Betty said. She sniffed distastefully, thinking of Loki. “Though I’m quite sure I’m not going to get along with one of them at least.”

Elizabeth rose a single eyebrow at the scientist, wondering how long it would take before Betty changed her opinion on the Avengers. Perhaps she was being overly cynical, or simply couldn’t find it in her heart to be confident that such an apparently docile woman would not be taken advantage of at SHIELD. “You’ve been befriending the right people, then,” she mused, a hint of bitterness playing alongside her tight lipped smile. Friends weren’t what you needed in this situation. More like allies. “Stick to the labs, and you might just survive.”

Leaning against the bar beside them, momentarily distracted by a small group of rowdy men in the far corner whose minds were far from tasteful, she exhaled in an exhausted manner. “I wouldn’t be so sure. College students might seem like angels once you’ve experienced a few arguments between some of the team members.” Twisting a strand of purple hair, she decided it would be polite to ask of her former career. “What is it you taught? Science, I presume?”

Catching on to her thoughts, the telepath kept herself from scowling. “I don’t blame you for disliking him,” she said with a small supportive nod, assuring the doctor that she wasn’t alone. “He’s been better behaved of late, but he’s still as sly as a rat. Potentially, anyway. Clearly he’d rather waste his magic on little stunts to annoy you, but I shan’t complain. Whilst he’s doing that, he’s not destroying the planet.”

Her voice lowered as she decreased the gap between herself and Betty. “But listen, he may seem horrid, however you can’t trust anyone around here,” she warned, catching the other woman’s eyes. She didn’t want to scare her, but at the same time Elizabeth didn’t want to see anything bad happen to her. Because it seemed everything she ought to protect ended up being broken, regardless of how hard she tried to do the right thing. “Not even me.”

bannerandthebeast: -snickers- You’re not innocent OR pure though… I doubt anything I have to say...

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 19:01:43 +0000

bannerandthebeast:

-snickers- You’re not innocent OR pure though… I doubt anything I have to say will ‘tarnish’ you…

Excuse you. They’re your filthy dreams, not mine. For all I know, they could be full of all sorts of vulgar things.

Oh, I don’t suppose you saw Natasha on your way here? I need to speak with her about something, but she’s almost as hard to catch as her namesake.

Oh..

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 17:03:50 +0000

friendlyneighbourhoodwebhead:

No no, I’d be absolutely honoured to share a drink with you, -bites his lip- I mean, I don’t really think I’ve tried tea.. but theres a first for everything right? -nods- After you?

I like to call that my Spidey senses, but you may call it whatever you like. Um, I also have a form of enhanced strength, agility, stamina.. and I find that I heal faster than the average human. Other than that, I can stick to really any surface I touch and yes.. I can swing.. -laughs awkwardly-

You’ve never… Blimey. [shakes her head in disbelief] It’s a good feeling knowing that I’m about to change your life for the better, and probably lucky for you that I make a decent cup of tea. [grins before slipping past to lead him to the kitchen]

But you’re a whizz with the camera too, I hear? I tend to read the fashion magazines, but on the rare occasion I do like to read about what’s happening in the world. How long have you been taking photos?

bannerandthebeast: But sedatives are so much more fun! I had the most incredible dreams… -teasing...

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 16:50:46 +0000

bannerandthebeast:

But sedatives are so much more fun! I had the most incredible dreams… -teasing grin-

[raises an eyebrow] Do I want to ask, or will my innocent purity be tarnished if you tell me?

the romance of sadness || Elizabeth & Betty

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 19:56:36 +0000

doctorbettyross:

She really didn’t know what exactly she was doing in the bar. It wasn’t exactly her type of place and the smell was a bit overbearing. Actually it was extremely overbearing. As she stood just inside the establishment, taking a moment to get used to the fumes of sweaty men and too strong alcohol, she allowed herself to sigh a little. She was far more tired than she had expected to be, and it was showing in the downward slump of her shoulders.
Betty Ross had unpacked everything, and had even managed to organize a significant amount of her files and papers. It’d take about a week to completely settle in, but she was glad to have gotten so far in one day. And everyone at the tower had been very civil in their welcomes. Though she had gotten slightly irritated when that Loki fellow had been playing with her instruments with his magic. She was going to have to buy new instruments, already. One, because she didn’t know how magic tampered with the accuracy and precision of the instruments, and two, she was already thinking of a small private experiment to study the effects of magic.

And perhaps that was why she was here, in a seedy old bar. Already she was beginning to feel like the scientist she used to be, and in a fit of nostalgia wanted to visit a place she had often visited with her friends after a day of hard work.

The brunette was about to look for an open stool at the counter when she flinched at the voice in her head. Her blue eyes quickly flicked across the patrons of the bar, and settled on the anomaly of the group-an extremely elegant and sophisticated woman with purple hair gazing at her. She made her way to the woman and gave a small polite smile.

“Elizabeth….Bradsworth, was it? I’m afraid I don’t remember your name-we haven’t had a proper introduction yet. I’m Doctor Ross, but please, call me Betty.”

Elizabeth leant backwards on her stool as if to get a better look at the woman who stood before her, darkened lashes blinking slowly in the half-light of the smoky bar. “Braddock,” she corrected, adding a small smile to ensure her that she was unfazed by being called the wrong name. It wasn’t often that she mingled with SHIELD’s science team anyway.

“Betty’s short for Elizabeth too, is it not?” she observed, wondering whether she ought to feel disappointed at that fact. Usually the mutant was somewhat hostile to newcomers, a sense of territorial tension making her so, however Betty Ross didn’t seem to be the sort of woman to stroll into a new place and try and claim titles. Instead, she seemed more like an observer - and Elizabeth liked that.

Using her telepathy to encourage the man sat beside her to move - it was little perks such as that which she liked to use just to amuse herself - she gestured at the now-empty stool. “Please, sit down. I don’t suppose you like beer?” Without waiting for an answer, she pushed her own bottle towards the doctor. “I’ve barely touched it. And I’m sure you’ve had a few hectic days whilst settling in. I wouldn’t be surprised if you wished you hadn’t taken the job.”

Your Average Lunch Break || Open

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 19:41:00 +0000

noneedtorescueme:

The auburn haired young woman took a seat on the long couch of her little office high up in the tower. Her legs curled underneath her, and as she moved into position she kicked her shoes off. It was her lunch break, but from the sounds she had heard just going to fetch coffee in the morning, it sounded as though there were a lot of people about. Pepper didn’t mind crowds, and she was rather good at talking however… She felt like having a quiet moment for a little while.

So there she was, sitting on the couch in the office with a pile of folders sitting on a small coffee table beside her. In each file there was a tiny statement regarding most of the members residing in the Tower. After Tony had opened up the Tower for the Avengers to use, Pepper had been dealing with paperwork regarding the situation. Yet, despite making living arrangements for everyone in the building, she had met less than half of them.

Therefore, it would be interesting to find out a little about them - even if it meant just reading it through several dull papers.

Perhaps one day she’d train with them or something. She had her Rescue Armor after all. Mark 1616, though apparently a new one was in the works. The Repulsor Tech node in her chest was glowing as brightly as ever as Pepper flicked open the first folder just as footsteps could be heard from outside the room.

Filling in forms was, usually, the last thing Elizabeth wanted to be doing. Often the mutant would pass them to an agent and bat her eyelids prettily until they completed them for her, or alternatively she’d put them to one side and leave to get dusty. However, in light of recent events, she was beginning to appreciate getting lost in the monotonous task.

Scrawling her signature for the final time at the bottom of a page, she placed the pen down before getting to her feet and leaving the solitude of her room to go and find the correct office in which it needed to be handed in to. Deciding to take the stairs, for the lifts in the building were fairly busy and she herself didn’t feel in the mood for bumping into someone only to be roped into conversation, Elizabeth’s confident strides seemed more placid.

Arriving with only a slightly raised pulse, she brushed a stray purple hair from her face before knocking gently but abruptly on the door. Not known for her patience, she took hold of the handle and pressed it down. Peering curiously through the small gap so as not to be too rude and just barge in, her gaze fell on an unfamiliar woman.

“I’ve filled in these,” she said, waving the documents in a fairly self-explanatory manner. “I was told to bring them here.”

A small frown darkened her features as she noticed the other woman’s familiar looking fashion garment - if that was what one could call such a machine. “Excuse me for asking, but I’m assuming you’re Miss Potts? I had heard you were back in New York. I would welcome you, but you’re probably far more accustomed to living in such a city than I’ll ever be.”

bannerandthebeast: Oh lovely -laughs- Right, well… That’s alright. I feel well rested anyways… Thank...

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 19:23:02 +0000

bannerandthebeast:

Oh lovely -laughs- Right, well… That’s alright. I feel well rested anyways… Thank you…

[nods] Good, I’m glad. Make sure you get some proper sleep without the use of sedatives next time.