Sep. 28th, 2016

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Sep. 28th, 2016 12:11 pm
redarrowqueen: (2)
[personal profile] redarrowqueen
[A woman covered in both glass and blood along with a ton of bruises appears on the device after finding herself crash landing into the pool. She speaks after a few minutes and finding out her phone and archery gear are neatly waiting close by and are thankfully not wet or damaged.]

I got the quick and dirty version from the guy who found me so now what? Because there's someone in Star City who needs to go down in flames [meaning the nut who just stabbed her, she's also spent at least 10 minutes trying to reach Oliver and the team, nothing worked.]

And sorry for the mess. Was not expecting a very water based landing to boot. [That would explain the fact besides the blood and glass she's also dripping wet. She's also looking ready to drop from all of this but she's not on the verge of dying anymore.]
cryogenics: (☣ In your shoes.)
[personal profile] cryogenics
Who: Bucky Barnes and OPEN
What: Arrival
Where: Around HQ
When: 9/28
Warnings: N/A! Will also match action brackets

Bucky was disoriented when he opened his eyes. He didn't remember passing out or anything that could have led to waking up in an entirely different location. What was even more worrying was that nothing that greeted him looked like Siberia. Even worse? Steve wasn't there. No one was there. He barely stayed in the hospital wing long enough for the stranger to show up and tell him what was going on. Bucky took the phone, but the explanation wasn't satisfactory.

He left the hospital even though he had plenty of reason to stay, being as sweaty, bruised, and aching as he was, but he knew there wasn't much they could do for broken ribs. He'd just have to wrap them himself later, after he'd found Steve and figured out what was going on. That was also the hard part, because he didn't know where he was as he wandered the halls and he was too stubborn to ask anyone for directions. Not that it would have helped, unless someone could give him directions to a quinjet or a tall blonde. He would just have to search the place from top to bottom.

CIRCLES OF LIFE

Circles
Of life,
Born from
Pulses
Of light,
Vibrate
To
Breathe,
While
Spiraling
Outwards
For
Infinity
Through
The lens
Of time,
And into
A sea
Of stars
And
Lucid
Dreams.

Poetry by Suzy Kassem