The name is Charlie. I'm 24 years old and a bit of a computer genius. Not really by choice. Funny how that works, huh? (Read the About and AU's page's, please. I track caughtinthewifi.)

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alwayswillgraham:

"I don’t mind," he replied, cautiously celebratory in his own quiet way. The canteen and the blanket alone made his experience in the cornucopia worth it, he decided, blocking images and smells from his memory as he did. It was worth it, it was worth it. He picked at the sleeve of his own suit. "Do you know anything I should know about these clothes, since you- You know." She wasn’t exactly happy about her contribution to the Games, but maybe they could use her knowledge.

His heart seized in a primal reaction as the growling returned. She was right; they couldn’t just let it come and go as it pleased now that it had returned to them once. It had mapped them out, caught their scent. He wished he had a harpoon or another weapon he was used to. The machete was fine, but far from ideal. 

"Be ready to run if I don’t do so well," he told her. She should keep the bag with their water and the wires on her person until he’d taken care of the beast - or until it was certain it was going to take care of him. 

He was quiet, still, thinking of hunting stories, monster stories, war stories, his grip on the machete growing more certain. 

I’m quiet as it paces past us, hearing its intimidating growl change as it passes, hearing its dragging tail scrape the ground, leaving its scent to warn others of his claim. I creep in uneven steps, knowing it can hear me, feigning an escape attempt. It will try to head me off when we near another tunnel, but I don’t let us get that far. I loop back around behind it to it’s other side, stamping the tail and dealing a blow towards the neck. My aim is off and it strikes the head instead, but it is not armored and though it is not a death blow, it causes the creature to screech like a large feline. The noise takes me off guard and allows it to wrench its tail away, tripping me, but also pulling the blade from its head, causing blood to spurt. My next swing is little better than blind, frantic, but it is confused and hurt and my uncertain attack is nevertheless full of force. It strikes under the arm and the animal drops. I hear wheezes and yelps as I propel myself backwards and stand, giving me a better idea of where the neck is. My next strike hits its mark and there is red silence aside from a rattle of stilling breath.

Will came back to himself with a shudder. gripping the machete like it was part of him, dropping to the ground to pant.

Charlie was watching him, her heart beating violently in her chest as he hacked the creature to death. It was a cross between horrifying and heart breaking. She pressed herself against the wall, even as he finished the thing off, and tried not to scream. Now Charlie was tough, she’d been through a lot of shit, but that didn’t make her any less terrified. “Are you… is it dead?” she asked quietly.

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alwayswillgraham:

"I’m fond of you. I just- I’m one of those people who lets things stew and brew over a long period before saying anything outright. I don’t always have an accurate gauge of my feelings because there are so many of them and sorting through them takes time. I know that you struck me immediately. Light amid sorrow," he spoke easily, freed by the confirmation, testing it. "Thank you," softer.

"Sometimes it’s just hard to work through all of your emotions. I mean, I’m not even fully sure how I feel about these things.  But I’m willing to give it a shot if you are."

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"It’s been said. Or some variation on the same theme, anyway," the hairs were back in place (as far as Will could tell, anyway), but he didn’t take his hand away. Further reassurance she was still there, in the universe, with him. "You’re going to be OK," he echoed, like a replying chorus in a song.

"I…" she sighed. "I don’t know how okay I’m really going to be but I’m going to do my best to be as okay as possible. I mean… I don’t know if my hand is functioning at this point.”

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Someone on my other account just set my character on fire and is surprised that it hurt her now. I’m dying.

The fuck did you think was gonna happen?

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alwayswillgraham:

"Why not? It’s a solid plan if you find the person but they don’t have one yet," Will was looking at his wrist and then at their hands, sorting thoughts and feelings. He tried to be careful and ensure that he wasn’t just influenced by the technology, but he sincerely did not think he was. It wasn’t magic, it was an aid. "besides, we didn’t meet in the store.”

She laughed and nodded. “Well, that’s true nontheless.” she grinned and shook her head out. “I, uh, have been secretly pining over you for a week now, screw the wrist thing. You are… incredible.”

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alwayswillgraham:

"Nothing! I was just teasing! I mean, it’s…not kept, not like it usually is. I’m sorry, I’m terrible at lightening a mood." Had he triggered something? He pulled a chair right up next to the bed so he could reach to smooth her hair with his hand.

She let out a low breath when she realized he was joking. “You are an ass.” she responded with a sigh, her entire body relaxing as he petted at her hair. “I’m going to be okay.” she told him more than herself.

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iamnotyourexperiment:

"NO NO NO!" Johanna wailed, shaking her head and waving her hands in response, "God no…I’m gonna get my ass kicked if SHIELD knows I fucked up again…"

"Oh. Okay so you’re with SHIELD. Can I see your badge?"

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alwayswillgraham:

"You’d think they’d be used to it," he was conscious of knowing grins exchanged between staff and was aware that normally this would bother him more than it currently did. So he nodded and took her hand without thinking and let it go before exiting the store.

Darcy followed him out with the biggest shit eating grin ever to grace a humans face. She laughed at his words and squeezed his hand in response. “Yeah, probably. But I doubt a lot of people meet their matches in the store.”

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alwayswillgraham:

"Comparing me to your mother is just silly," he said with a short chuckle, somewhat forced. "All things considered, you look good, Charlie. Not your hair, but the rest of you looks good." In his mind’s eye he could see what she looked like last night overlayed above how she looked now, shifting and transparent. He blinked rapidly to swat the images away. 

"I can get you books or DVDs or whatever. They’re checking for internal injuries. And so on."

"My hair?" she yelped and brought her hands to her hair sharply. "Oh god, what’s wrong with it?" she asked, having a rough time remembering exactly what had happened. She knew most of it but some things escaped her. Those were the things that scared her because if she remembered going through that hell how bad did it have to be to repress it?

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iamnotyourexperiment:

"Oh…that explosion that was set off not a couple of blocks away from here. Just tried out the new explosions dad left me. They were a lot powerful than I thought they were…"

"Wow okay. Should I call the police on you or…?" Charlie asked, watching the woman with raised brows.