I shouldn’t have taken Medical Science as a Major. How did I get this course again?
I shouldn’t have taken Medical Science as a Major. How did I get this course again?
I woke up from my seven year nap.
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the brown head of hair running haphazardly through the rising smoke clearly isn’t equipped to be there. the brunette turned to follow her, catch up, get her to safety. but someone was trying to stop her, seeing as an entire vehicle was tossed in her path. the car’s gasoline prompted a small explosion that sent sophie reeling, but it wasn’t long before she was back on her feet and approaching the woman. whomever it was throwing cars around was
shroudedby the smoke. ❛ hey, can you stand ? i’ll get you out of here. keep your head down. ❜ it was a MIRACLE this girl was still alive. from sophie’s angle, it looked like the car had been right on the path to crushing her.
She coughed violently, dust and smoke entering her lungs like a thick fog of scents in the Perfume Department at the mall. It was painful and utterly uncomfortable. Esmeralda tries to level up her breathing with her heart still pounding her chest, pushing herself up from the ground. She couldn’t hear anything, not as of yet, her vision all wobbly from the explosion.
There was a faint voice that grew louder each second as her hearing returned. She blinks, looking up to see an older woman by her aid. She didn’t say anything else but nod and followed her instructions.
Normally after he uttered his words of caution whatever pedestrian that had managed to wander to the demolished zone would be quick to turn and find a new road to commute down, This stranger in particular, however, deemed herself not to be one considered of the ‘normal’ batch. Rather than leaving, the tiny girl kept herself firmly planted on the ground, a string of questions soon leaving her rosy lips and Ezra tried his hardest to fight back a groan.
“If you bothered to look around, this particular area is off-limits.” The brunet had attempted to press again, much to no avail. His fingers wrapped around a device latched on his belt, a cylindrical creation was unsheathed from its holster before the tanned male flickered the metallic thing on and thus summoned blue electricity. He pointed the gadget at a leap of debris, blue waves of energy quick to surround the pile before the male effortlessly moved the bundle onto a growing heap.
“If I were an X-Men, I wouldn’t have even bothered to patch up this city, now would I?” His words were sharp, venomous, and Ezra found his nails raking sharply against the shaft of his device, “I would’ve just left the area in destruction, like they all usually do. I’m not one of them– I’m just a construction worker.” He threw is head back, sparring a fleeting glance towards the stranger as he quickly scanned over her features, “Just don’t bother with it.”
“Yeah, but this wasn’t off-limits before.” That was obvious. She went to school through this route. She never went off anywhere else. Esmeralda heaved out a large groan. “Come oooooooon. All the other ways are too far! I even forgot my wallet today to hitch up a bus.” She says, more towards herself than to the older man before her.
Given the gravity of the situation and how understandably dangerous it is to be around here for now, she was too stubborn to make a move.
Although, as the older man spoke, his response peaked her interest.
She folded her arms together and focused her attention on the heap of debris being moved around. “A construction worker, huh?” She mused, “You know, I know a few construction workers–some of them I’d say are family friends–and they do not have those cool gadgets you have nor do they have any powers. I don’t even know what their policy is on mutants when hiring them either so…
Hold on, they just leave? Aren’t they supposed to help out and stuff? Like even at least paying for damages?”
This had been a university where he studied once. The effects that the remarkable site had upon his clouded mind had been astonishing. The moment he stepped foot within the infrastructure, he was practically pummeled by a memory that had made him crashed down on the tiled floors, his fingers raking against the polished wood as pale eyes squeezed themselves shut tight until he nearly saw white, hot stars behind them.
[DECEMBER 8TH, 1941]
“…Yesterday, December 7th, 1941, a date which will live in infamy, [the] United
States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces
of the empire of Japan.” It was the first time within the school year that their class fell
deathly silent, FDR’s voice now an omen of calamity as it cracked through the radio. The
only sound evident within the classroom was a charcoal stick plundering down onto
concrete floors, crumbling as each student found themselves tense upon their horses.
“ I ask that the Congress declare that since the unprovoked and dastardly attack by
Japan on Sunday, December 7th, 1941, a state of war has existed between the United
States and the Japanese empire.” His eyes immediately flickered towards the frail blond
(the main he had fought earlier with, just smaller) that sat besides him, his forearm still
pressed against the drawing pad despite time being up. We need to fight, the lithe
boy had mouthed despite the fact that his features rang with trepidation. And for some
reason, as James found himself gazing in the boy’s cerulean hues, a devastating sensation
of dread filled within him.
Immediately after being summoning back from his memory, James had fished out his notebook and pen before scribbling down the newfound recallment at an anxiously fast pace. He noted every detail: from the lighting of the room down to the deep rumble that had been evident within Roosevelt’s voice, to the blond man’s petrified gaze down to the professor who had crumbled to the floor in shock just seconds later. Once done, the brunet had lifted himself from the floor and decided to embark further within the building, desperate if he could attempt to remember anything else. That’s how he ran into her.
“I won’t do anything,” he had murmured, his voice a soft disturbance in the atmosphere as his flesh had remained clasped at the harness of his bag, “’M just….looking.” James had eyed the petite girl, surprised that she hadn’t ran off considering the amount of news that had recently featured him. “I studied here once.”
Of all the things that could happen to her by simply confronting him, why was she more worried about catching the attention of her professor and not the fact that HYDRA’s specially trained assassin literally stood just a foot away from her? The look on his features was enough to give away his puzzlement, his lips pressed into a fine line before he decided to trek further down the deserted hall.
Of course, she was worried. More than anything. But she would rather die than get expelled from school and be a disappointment to her already disappointed family. She’s already studying to be a doctor. What more will they ask of her?
Besides, even if she was going to be attacked by him, all she had to do was dodge and run like Hell. It would be a good story to tell to her friends.
“Studied here?” Her expression was replaced of bewilderment. How could a man, who is supposedly a HYDRA agent–one of which the t.v. told pretty much everyone throughout the globe to look out for–studied here. ‘Aren’t they like, Germans or something?’ she thought to herself, straightening up and analysed the man before her.
What concerns her the most is that she is already at a vulnerable position and at a perfect situation to be killed right on the spot. Yet, judging the look on his face, he looked as confused as she is.
“Whoawhoawhoawhoa. Hold on, mister–” She flexed her hand on instinct towards his general direction and hurriedly muttered out the words, “Uraudst–! (Freeze–!)” A thin light mist puffed out at the palm of her hand and went surging towards the fallen soldier.
“What are you, nuts!?” She said in a loud whisper, anxiously looking from all directions to see if anyone was coming. “You’ll get seen!”
You just had to love Hell’s Kitchen, Ezra had thought as he nearly choked on saliva at the newfound information that Esmeralda had granted him. The New York area was just generally batshit insane ranging from its everyday civilians to the nearly casual destruction that would occur on its soil. Perhaps, simply that was just America in a nutshell.
“Bet we could have done the same thing and make twenty.” The tension was nearly gone from the building, Ezra found himself walking with significant ease as the other’s creation guided them through the dimmed building. At current, the most offsetting aspect of their trek was the rattling of windows against the chilled air, nevermind the grime-covered interior.
“To me, you always seem drunk.” A chuckle vibrated against his throat before the lanky male came to a pause. He narrowed his eyes, examining the faint scratch marks that laced the walls as a single eyebrow perched up, the corners of his mouth twitching. “It looks as though there was a fight here some years ago. An animal, I’m assuming.”
She nods in acknowledgement. Man, if it was at least twenty photos, they could probably get it to nearly half a million. Possibly. Sure, that’s what happens if you’re a famous superhero. You get a much growing fanbase than any celebrity out there and much thirstier fans too. The thought made her chuckle. The conversation made him feel a little at ease, she can tell. It was a good sign.
“You should see me when I’m with my family. Can you imagine me being more sober?” She snickers, turning her attention now to observe the marks. “That must’ve been some angry animal. I prefer to think the former, though. We should see what we can get from this.” She waved her finger once again and guided the light over to the mark. It stays for a moment before it raises back to its original spot right above the two and leads them the way.
Of course she wouldn’t have had. Deep down, Ezra knew that the feeling was mutual in regards to himself as well. The fact that he could defend himself and the hearty amount of cash that the duo could rake in had they found anything was promising enough for the tanned male to tag along one of Esmeralda’s bizarre adventures.
“Yeah, right. You’re lucky I’ve got insomnia; it takes a load of my energy to use my powers on people. Dispersing two bodies while fatigued? I might as well kill myself.” Each syllable grew less vocal as he neared the rusted door, until his voice was nothing more than a mere whisper against the howl of the night as he pressed his palm against the aged walls of the veiled laboratory. Ezra fluttered his eyes closed, inhaling deeply and he swore he could hear a squeak within the thick silence. A mouse, perhaps. “Wish busting into the Avengers Tower would be this easy; just imagine how much a strand of Captain America’s hair would make…”
The feeling of excitement rushed in to her veins as she rubbed her hands together, thinking of whatever good loot they can find and sell to some shady dealer or something. Knowing this city, it has a crazed love for superheroes and baddies, that with just anything that can relate to them, they could get a lot of money from it.
“Dude. Someone auctioned off like, ten photos of Captain America’s sweet, sweet plump ass on the internet and it got more than a hundred grand. Some thirsty fuck somewhere in the world is cradling those pictures right now as if a hundred grand was nothing.” She, too, had her voice lowered to a whisper as she crept in to the darkness. She hitched the strap of her satchel on her shoulder, minding the Book if she ever needs help. With a wave of her finger and a quick incantation, their fizzling white orb of a light source began leading them deeper in to the hallway.
“Just follow it. It can take us to whatever we can find.” She says, “Also, be happy I’m not drunk right now or this whole thing would have gone a lot more interesting.”
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Relationship: Single | Crushing | Dating | Engaged | Married | Separated | It’s complicated
I’ve been: In Love | Hurt | Sick | Abused
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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
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She was going to get them killed or, worse, arrested. A deep scowl was painted upon Ezra’s lips as the short girl batted off his warning yet again. The older dug the edges of his shoes against the concrete. He didn’t know why he was constantly dealing with Esmeralda’s inane antics, knowing very well of how batty the girl was.
“Esme, if we walk into the police and get sent to jail, I will personally slaughter you.” The tanned male hissed, his teeth clenched as he took a moment to take a fleeting glance backwards. “This better be worth it.” With that being said, Ezra found himself advancing towards the door, his body hunched lightly as he kept his hands tensed.
She gave him a cheeky smile at his disapproval. It’s always fun to mess with him. Besides, she didn’t want to do this with her usual group of friends. Mostly because they didn’t want to get in trouble. This was apparently supposed to be a top secret site anyways. Who cares? It’s abandoned and possibly any traces of whatever weapon was being made was taken away by SHIELD agents. It’s not like they’ll find anything of interest.
“If I didn’t have powers, I wouldn’t have done this in the first place, sweetheart.” She made a fist and underneath her fingertips, her palm glowed. She shaped the light in to a small orb and lifted it up in the air, making it as their own little light source. “Besides, we can, like, escape real easy. I’ve seen you done it.That whole evaporating thing with yourself and you’re just woosh… Gone.”
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“I’m sorry, but am I drunk or did you just
“…Do what?” She gave her a blank stare before flicking her wrists, her empty glass seemed to have been refilled once more. “I’unno, lady. Are you drunk?”
“What, are you going to cry about it?” Esmeralda rolled her eyes and peered through the dark hallways of the abandoned building. This was rumoured to be an ‘abandoned secret weapons workshop’ and legend says that people died trying to make a ‘super weapon’ and the ghost of the workers haunted the building to this day.
“Dude. You’re like, taller than me which means you’re supposed to be more menacing. I mean, if we find something scary, we can fight it off, yeah?” She grins up at him and pushed the door wider for them to enter.
“Are you ready, bready?”
“Did I hear so– GAH!” Esmeralda jumped, whirling around with her left hand instinctively stretched out in caution to prepare a spell. She blinks and lowers her hand down, her heart pounding furiously in her chest.
“Wait… You’re–” She caught herself, lowering the volume of her voice. “Hold on, why is a government criminal here in a college campus at 2 am?” She frowns, still cautious in case she might get attacked. Why is she not worried? In fact, she’s more worried about the teachers finding out she’s sneaking around. Maybe if the guy got in to some trouble she’ll use the excuse of being in the middle of the action.
“You’re not going to tell on the teachers, are you?”
“Mmm… Believe me, I’ve seen crazier things.” She eyes the Book in her open satchel and zipped it up quickly.
Esmeralda looks up and squints at the sky. The clouds have darkened, essentially giving a gloomy atmosphere. There are possibly dozens upon dozens of spectres of mythological creatures walking around and she could not really tell if it was the work of some wannabe supervillain or not. It sounded like a half-assed attempt of spooking the civilians.
“I wonder if I get to see a real Bigfoot.”
Great. Just great. As if God was punishing her for… whatever she has going in her life. This time, she is in the middle of the action and she is running as fast as her legs can carry. She tried to wrack her brain of a spell or anything to get out of this sticky situation. Unfortunately, for her, as much as she has a few spells in mind, she can’t quite pronounce them properly as of yet. She wouldn’t have to dive head deep in to more trouble.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit–” Someone threw a car in her general direction. She barely escaped and managed a small weak shield to protect her that sent her flying a few feet away. She did not land as safely as anticipated but better than squashed underneath and die.
- “Did you hear something?”
- “I don’t like where this is going…”
- “You’re scared? Really?”
- “I have a flashlight, don’t worry.”
- “Do you think we are lost?”
- “Ghosts don’t exists!”
- “I want to go home…”
- “This place is abandoned, don’t worry.”
- “Did you just touch my shoulder?”
- “I saw something, I swear!”
- “We are going to die.”
- “There needs to be an explanation to all of this…”
- “Is that… blood?”
- “What if there is someone in here with us?”
- “Let’s check that noise out.”
- “This was a stupid idea!”
- “If something bad happens, I’m blaming you!”
- “It’s getting dark out and I don’t like it.”
- “Oh my god, are you okay?!”
- “Calm down! We aren’t going to die!”
- “Shh, be quiet!”
- “See, this place isn’t haunted!”
- “Did you just see what I did?”
- “This is crazy.. none of this is real.”
- “We need to run for it!”
- “I can’t stop shaking.”
- “You need to believe me, please!”
– NEW YORK CITY :: 3:45PM.
The stench of asphalt clung heavily within the air, the repulsive fumes of destruction heightened due to the sun’s beating waves. Dust loomed within the streets, constructing an opaque sheet of slate-colored particles as a the tension of a previous fight imprinted a deathly silence upon the evacuated city.
The low hum of the brunet’s motorcycle sliced through the cutting void of the southern area of the damaged district, his being the only acknowledged presence within the ghost town as he jumped off the obsidian vehicle. A visor separated the tanned man from the thick air before him, the advanced machinery of his helmet allowed filtration through contaminated air regardless of its toxins thanks to the wealthy contribution of Stark Enterprise.
The young man’s tongue darted out, languidly running over slightly chapped lips as a result of the sweltering heat that had dominated the summer afternoon, and he proceeded to strip his fingers from leather gloves and allowed the useless fabric to crumple upon the ground. Another day, it was a simple phrase than ran into the male’s mind as his fingers tensed, eyebrows knitted as he concentrated himself in gathering the gaseous particles that shifted within the area. A push, he had sent the bundle upwards and dispersed his creation, wishing for the contaminated fumes to diffuse within the abundance of available air in order to cut the sheer saturation of the deadly air left brewing by the area’s feuding couplet. Once cleared, the brunet rolled his head languidly, cracking his neck before he allowed the tinted visor of his helmet to rise. A snap heard just a distance away– a disturbance towards his job-- and dark eyes flickered to pierce against the offending stranger.
“You aren’t allowed here, ma’am. It’s not safe.”
New York has always been every villain and superheroes’ playground. As much as it annoys a lot of civilians, they just love to have a show or a story to talk about. I was there when Captain America barged in to that building and saved those people! I saw Thor up close! Iron Man winked at me! Surprisingly, enough, a lot of people eat that shit up. It’s amusing.
It’s the same as when Esmeralda’s classes got cancelled for the rest of the day. Her university officials decided that the students not stay for long until the battle was over in case any skirmishes happens on school grounds. And she did not complain at all. And yet people started shouting out obvious lies that they’ve seen the Avengers up close and personal today. It’s doesn’t even make sense. The girl decided not to stay around and pack up her things and went to her usual route home.
It seems that the fight died down and the afternoon resumed back to its peaceful state. Even with the wreckage around, it felt like another usual day here in New York.
Okay, this is a first.
“Oh?” Esmeralda raised her eyebrow and stared at his handiwork. Impressed with how the thick mist of gases disappeared in his hands. “Well, I can wait. I have the whole day.” She says, seemingly interested in what he could do. He’s no ordinary construction worker. And no ordinary construction worker can remove gas with just a wave of his palm.
“What are you? Are you an X-Man? X-Men? You’re one person so it makes sense to be an X-Man. But it doesn’t roll off the tongue well.”
I’d say I wanna make out with a lot of people considering it’s like National Kiss Day but I don’t wanna get sick either.
2. bought condoms
3. gotten pregnant
4. failed a class
5. kissed a boy 6. kissed a girl
7. used a little paper bag for lunch
8. had a job
9. missed the school bus
10. left the house without your wallet
11. bullied someone on the internet
13. had sex in public
14. played on a sports team 15. smoked weed 16. smoked cigarettes
17. smoked a cigar
18. drank alcohol
19. watched “the breakfast club”
20. been overweight
21. been underweight
22. had an eating disorder
23. been to a wedding
24. made fun of someone for being fat
25. been on the computer for 5 hours straight
26. watched tv for 5 hours straight
27. been late for work
28. been late for school
29. kissed someone in the rain
30. showered with someone else
31. failed drivers test
32. ran a mile in less than 10 minutes
been outside my home country
been on a road trip longer than 5 hours 35. gotten my heart broken
36. had a credit card
37. been to a professional sports game
8. broken a bone 39. been unhappy about your weight 40. won a trophy 41. cut myself
42. had an std
43. got engaged
44. been on a diet 45. tried out to be on a tv show 46. rode in a taxi 47. been to prom
48. played in a drinking game
49. stayed up for 24 hours or more
50. been to a concert
51. had a three-some
52. had a crush on someone of the same sex
53. been in a car accident
54. had braces
learned another language
killed a bug
been at a yard sale
58. been to a japanese steakhouse
wore make up 60. talked to someone via webcam
61. lost my virginity before i was 16
62. had my wisdom teeth taken out
63. kissed someone a different race than myself
64. snuck out of the house
65. bought porn 66. had a virus on my computer 67. had oral sex
68. dyed my hair
69. graduated from college
wore someone else’s clothes
voted in an election 72. rode in an ambulance
rode in a helicopter
74. caught the stove on fire
got in a fight
been on vacation
been in an airplane
been on a boat
beat a video game 81. found something valuable on the ground
82. made a survey
83. stalked someone on facebook/myspace
84. prank called someone
85. been to a library outside of school
86. spent over $100 shopping in one day
87. cut your hair and hated it
88. peed outside
89. went fishing 90. helped with charity
91. taken a pregnancy test
92. been rejected by a crush
93. been suspended from school
94. broken a mirror
95. faked sick from school
owned a pet
97. been to six flags