by MichelCourfeyrac » Sun Sep 23, 2012 10:56 am
((After crying over a book, I've decided to return to roleplaying and try and distract myself from the sudden craving for them xD))
Captain America
I plod along after them, huffing a little, "Why are they doing this?" I say, in a faint whisper. I didn't know if anyone heard it, nor did I care, because right now, my heart was shattering. I felt betrayed. I felt lost in a sea of words that didn't quite fit together yet. In a puzzle that didn't quite form. I had all this information, and yet I didn't know why I was being treated like a criminal. Why was I being forced away from everything I loved and craved? Every memory, hope, dream, longing? In a way, I figured this is how the people back in Germany must've felt - the ones taken from their homes and friends, cast out as if they never really mattered anyway. Obviously they were worse, but I could suddenly feel that sense of desertion. What they must've felt when no one came to save them.
Loki Laufeyson
I flash a grin over at Emerald, before allowing the tip of my staff to erupt into an explosion of blue shrapnel. Before any of us could conceive where we were, a sickening sensation overcame me - and from the thoughts of Em, apparently them too. It was common, and you never really get used to it, but I tended to grin and bare it now. I cast my blue-eyed gaze to look upon my surroundings, a slight frown deepening my brow, "Outside Stark towers." I mumble, more to myself than anyone around me, before demanding the time. "Come on, I don't have all day!" I snapped.