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Jul 21, 2014 05:49AM
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Thanks ;3 Can you start please? o:
oh okayum
how do you want to start it
like where in both plot lines?
sorry
I'm horrible at thinking of starting scenarios
but once I know what I'm doing, that's fine.
Probably for the marvel one where they both get ready for a mission I'm assuming. For the Star Wars one I was thinking we have them when either they first met or slowly got to know each other including maybe them lasting awhile perhaps?
hm well for the star wars one maybe it's when they meet again after a while? Because they knew each other when they were young so maybe it's the first time they see each other when they're older?and preparing for a mission sounds good, maybe they're about to go get on a plane or something?
I like the sound of when their older.As for the mission sounds fine to me.
((Sorry this took me so long, a bunch of stuff came up while I was trying to write DX))
Natasha sighed as she tried to remember what she was forgetting. It was always a horrible feeling, mostly because there was no way to remember, just a nagging feeling inside her gut. But the item could be as useless as a bookmark or as important as passports. She was going through her bags now, an almost futile task- they were stuffed full and she was supposed to have already left. She was supposed to be meeting Clint soon, and she still hadn't left. Making her officially late. But she still sorted through the layers of folded clothes and concealed weapons, everything that she could need, and possibly a few things that she wouldn't. But she could never know.
Finally deciding that whatever she was forgetting couldn't be all that important, Natasha zipped up her suitcase and did a final sweep of her small apartment. She barely ever spent any time in her apartment, but it was still her home. Walking into the bathroom, she finally realized. Her lipstick. She had just wasted a half hour because she had forgotten to pack a lipstick. She almost laughed at herself as she threw the lipstick in her purse and walked out of her apartment, luggage in hand.
She didn't look her best--it was a long plane ride, not a gourmet dinner, but Natasha knew she still looked good. Her hair had grown out a bit, and it was straight, which was probably much better than the short cut she had during the fight for New York. Which was exactly why she was now running around doing clean-up. She was wearing a simple green top with one of her favourite jackets over it, a light brown leather one, and a nice pair of jeans. She had brown ankle boots on her feet, they were a comfy pair that she could easily fight in. She was late, but ready to actually get to the airport. And if she could get around traffic, it would be fine.
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The padawan Anakin Skywalker stood behind his master Obi-Wan Kenobi, silent for the time being. Sure, he didn't like being quiet. But it wasn't like he exactly knew what to say, either. They were just waiting, on assignment from the council to escort the previous queen of Naboo to Coruscant. But they had arrived early, and, as a result, were standing outside of the ship, waiting. Anakin hadn't seen the previous senator in about ten years, and he was...nervous, almost, even if it was simply an assignment--it was always strange to be around people who had known him when he was a little kid--he didn't like to to think about it, even.
Getting a bit bored with the unchanging scenery and lack of conversation, Anakin lowered his guard and looked up at the sky as they waited. He silently debated starting up a conversation with Obi-Wan, but his thoughts were interrupted as the doors opened, and Senator Amidala entered, a group of people behind her.
Anakin stood up straighter almost immediately, trying to pretend he had been paying attention to...something, anything. Trying not to stare at the senator, he was hit by a flood of memories. Racing on Tattoine, being recruited by the Jedi, travelling to Naboo for the first time. Most of them were happy. Some of them really weren't. But Padme looked the same. Different, older--even more beautiful, if that was possible. But at the same time she looked almost the same--he could see, quite clearly, that she was the same woman.
((Hey, I don't know if you saw this or are just taking your time or whatever?))
[ Oh I forgot. I was thinking of role playing yesterday but I'll do it right now. I'll try my best for, Padme :x ]
Padme
It felt like she was just a little kid once again. Though getting older meant responsibilities which she knew she had to keep intact for but for some reason she didn't have time to think of it as she was walking from her room all the way down the hall where she would meet up again with, Anakin and, Obi-Wan and she felt relieved for that part but it was when the doors opened she wanted to run into her lover's arms but it couldn't happen so she merely just glanced at both Jedi's and gave a slight nod."Anakin. Obi-Wan it's good to see you both again. How have you've both been lately?"She asked softly while glancing up at them.
[ I'm trying so hard for Star Wars and I feel like I'm failing epically ._. I'll try and reply for the other later. ]
((No don't worry! I wasn't sure what to put the length at and then it ended up being three paragraphs and then I didn't know what to write for the second one so I kinda filled it with meaningless fluff and stuff. And don't worry about trying to follow the movie plot or character exactly, feel free to make stuff up and all that ok? And I have so many replies to write but am lacking inspiration for just about everything :( ))
"We've been fine. The usual, you know. Fighting droids, chasing down our enemies. Failing to get rid of them properly. All quite exhausting, really." Anakin answered for himself and Obi-Wan. He really shouldn't had said anything, but he couldn't help wanting to talk to her. Padme. It had been ages since they had last seen each other, but it seemed like barely days. It was hard, to not talk directly and speak the truth, as the jedi were so opposed to lying that he wasn't used to it. They both had responsibilities, yet it felt like he could ignore that. He couldn't, of course. Ah, harsh reality. Always hit like a slap to the face.
[ I'm sorry I've been real busy lately but I will try and respond as soon as I can. I've just had a lot going on lately and probably to Sunday so I'll try and get a reply before then. :x ]
((It's fine, don't worry :) just post when you can :) ))
