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[outoflimbo] From the moment, being both of my rp accounts will be on semi-hiatus, but I'll spend more time in my Avengers/Marvel OC account, since I'm losing my muses here. Sorry :L

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(۩)—;        "Eh, I've been told...To be honest, not much, but I don't many people  who like school anyways."

“I’ve been less bored, but I’m all right. You look pretty young, and I hate to ask this, but how do you like school?”

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(✞)—;        Pressing her arms around her waist, Nova could feel her sight blurring as she walked forward, attempting to avoid any possibilities into bumping into strangers rapidly walking around them. Her experiences with with large crowds of people, specially when the chaos at Pullman Creek firstly began, not long after she moved in. The worst thing was that you could never tell when to avoid them, or when they could get violent. Hell, she almost got stomped by a small group of running people once, but Nova was a tough kid. Even after all this years, she could take of herself.

She weakly attempted to return the smile in gratitude, nodding in understanding. "I can imagine." She wasn't completely familiar with Iron Man, she had heard of him. Numerous times by classmates of hers, actually, but she had to be honest with herself, the young succubus didn't believe it until she firstly discovered her powers. The brunette couldn't help, but let out a quiet, but heavy sigh once she broke free from the crowd. Yep, now it was clear that she definitely didn't do well with too wild bunches of people.

"Same here. To be honest, I never had much luck myself either," She commented, lightly frowning before eyeing backwards at the strange sensation of being watched over by an unknown being. Pressing her lips together, she turned her head to face Bruce once again, letting out a faint chuckle. "Yeah, a lot of it, really." You have no idea, she dryly thought to herself. Smiling a bit, she nodded. "Yep, I actually came to meet with a group of friends."

As they crossed over the street with the rest of a small crowd once the light had changed, the former fugitive didn’t allow his gaze to drop as it habitually did when moving within a large group of people. Dark russet hues kept watch as Bruce strolled forward, pressing his arms against his sides to keep from bumping into anyone while shifting his body to the left or right when those whom were far more imprudent or lost in thought stepped too close. Being stuck in any crowded place was never easy for Bruce, even before his days at Culver. He had gotten better at dealing with this discomfort and agitation when having to deal with it, though these days he had to for everyone else’s sakes.

Glancing down to the young woman by his side, easily noticing the change in an already pale complexion, he tried to give her a comforting smile. “If it makes you feel any better, the crime rate around this neighborhood is virtually hovering at zero. Being so close to Stark Tower,” He shrugged his shoulders, “With the threat of Iron Man flying by at any given time, I suppose the notion of doing anything immoral is less than enticing.” Once the crowd thinned out and broke away, the physicist quirked an inquisitive brow at Nova as she ran her fingers through her brunette locks, wondering what was going on- or had been going on, within this peculiar town known as Pullman Creek. He gave a soft huff of forced amusement, shaking his head at her obscure explanation.

“I’ll take your word for it then. I try and avoid crazy if I can help it, though I don’t have the best of luck at steering clear. Seems to find me more often than not.” He looked behind him and over a shoulder, as if this ‘crazy’ was a mad person following them both. Turning his head back around, he glanced down at Nova again. “At least you’re taking a break from all of the madness. That has to take some stress off of your shoulders, yeah?” He smiled softly. “Meeting..uhm, a friend, you said?”  

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(۩)—;         "It's nice to meet you too, Veronica. I'm good. What about you?"

“I’m sure that it will. Nice to meet you, Alvin. How are you?”

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(☠)—;            "Why, thank you. Pleasure, Jake."

“Toni, huh? Rad. I’m Jake.”

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(✞)—;        Dark eyebrows rose upwards the the sudden question, slowly flickering her eyes upwards to lock them with their seemingly older girl. The hunch Nova briefly sensed was strange, really. It was like the stranger was...holding back her tongue, like she wanting to say something more than she actually gave away. She wasn't sure why she was thinking it over so much, but she couldn't help it. The unknown female facing her seemed a bit suspicious for her liking.

Pale fingers reached to the back of her neck, gripping it slightly before she could come up with answer. "Oh, not much, really. I was visiting my grandparents," She responded, a small smug in her lips as she lightly shrugged her shoulders. "What about you? You new around here?" She asked, a hint of curiosity leaving her voice as she shoved her hands into the pockets of her jacket.  

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Taz stood by patiently while she called her friend, or acquaintance; well, whatever relationship this girl shared with the person she was phoning. She wasn’t particularly interested in whatever was going on in the conversation, so she basically tuned herself out entirely to it. Leaned herself against the phone booth, folded her arms, zoned out for a moment. Normal for her.

By the time she was done, she nodded as she took the phone back and slipped it into her pocket. “No problem, glad I could assist you.” She replied casually, straightening herself back up again. She could feel the need to burst right into full-on investigation mode swelling inside her, but managed to refrain herself from letting loose a million questions on the girl. She finally settled for one reasonably simple question. “So, what’s been keeping you out so late?”

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[ooc] Okay, I don't know how you guys keep up with my craze and I keep disappearing. Yes, people I have ongoing threads with, I'm looking at you.  I once again apologize to those I have threads/plots going on with. I have taken a one week-hiatus for my Spring Break to Miami and I really didn't find the time to post a notice since I didn't take my laptop to the trip and the computers in the hotel were a pain to use. Ex: The one in my room didn't let me log into my account for some reason, along with not having a place to connect a mouse, and the one in the concierge room froze ever five minutes.

HOWEVER, Between before heading off for the trip and this afternoon, I've been working on some newly revamped bios, new theme (although I do change of themes often) and changing navigation pages. I will still get to reply to some threads tonight, so please be patient with me. I'll try to get into my muses, but I could still take a while until all replies are posted. It's not obligatory, but it'd be great if you liked this post if I owe you.  

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Message me a body part

Hair: How many wigs do you own?

Skin: Do you tan easily?

Eyes: What is your favorite show to watch?

Nose: What is your favorite perfume/candle fragrance?

Mouth: Do you want to kiss anyone right now?

Tongue: What was in your last meal?

Windpipe: Do you sing?

Neck: Do you wear necklaces?

Ears: How many times have you heard something you wish you never had?

Cheeks: Do you blush easily?

Wrists: Do you/ have you self-harmed?

Hands: Are you an artist/writer?

Fingers: Do you play an instrument?

Heart: Are you in love? If so, does the one you love know?

Lungs: Do you smoke cigarettes?

Breasts/chest: Are your maternal/parental instincts strong?

Stomach: Do you feel confident in your body image?

Back: Are you a virgin?

Hips: Do you like to dance?

Vagina/Penis: Have you been judged because of your gender?

Ass: Have you ever been sexually assaulted? If so, have you recovered and what is your advice for others in the same situation?

Thighs: Has anyone ever called you fat or ugly?

Knees: Have you ever cheated on someone?

Ankles: Have you ever been arrested?

Feet: Do you ever wear heels just for the Hell of it?

Toes: Do you like country music?

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(۩)—;          "I guess you could say that. Nice to meet you. I'm Alvin."

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(☪)—;           After a good while of searching for a decent book the read, Matt dug lightly his nails onto the book, dragging out of the shelve as he headed out to look for a place to seat. Dark eyebrows raising, a quirky-looking blonde girl caught his attention as she read a book silently. He approached her, taking a seat in order to face. He smiled, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, I like coming here."

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Cassie sat in the library quietly, reading to herself. Cassie loved to read, especially big books that she could cover her face with. The girl heard someone sit down across from her. Cassie turned the page, then looked up at the stranger. “So lovely here, isn’t it?” she asked in a whisper.