homoschooled

| I'm still active, I swear! I'm kind of burnt out at the moment, I'll write soon. <3

homoschooled

| hi friends! I know I’ve been mia and it might continue to be that way. my motivation to write even short things is incredibly low right now, I’m currently not myself; I will most likely be back when I’m feeling better. I promise I’m going to reply to everything when I am. I appreciate everyone’s patience. <3

wickedfatality

You're alive... I wasn't expecting to see you again.

homoschooled

@wickedfatality 
            a small head tilt that could've told the story on its own, the fellow war criminal pouring herself a drink. 
            
            " trust me, they would - but it would not be worth it, "
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wickedfatality

@homoschooled 
            
            Bitter laughter left her lips than, the question seeming rather insane, given where she was currently standing. "I haven't been loyal since the day I defected," she replied with a disdainful snort. "And I highly doubt they'd accept a traitor back into the midst."
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homoschooled

@wickedfatality 
            
            " still loyal to the motherland? "
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homoschooled

[ open rp, mention of guns / combat ( not in depth ), first come first serve! I merely require enough to work with, I don't care about length. <3 ]
          
          “ what is it like to be on guard all the time? ”
          
          a question ivana would know the answer to. a mission sidetracked back to new york as unseen complications could’ve blown her cover, instead she was sent on busy work after she had time to get herself cleaned up back at home, which gave her about an hour or so to herself to give her a chance to feel like herself.
          that short period of time not being enough to pull her back from the weapon mindset that she went into for missions, which was why all mission reports were done a day later with fury himself, plenty of time to start feeling like herself and not like every move needed to be tracked. 
          
          busy work consisted of doing small raids or investigations of locations, anything she could handle that wouldn't involve much interaction with other humans.
          the sun hitting her face left her to breathe for a moment, not hearing anything else for that moment until there was the feeling of another presence nearby. without hesitation, she went into combat; a swift sweep to the ankles before getting back onto her feet without blinking, a gun pointed to the one she saw as a target.
          
          “ can I help you? “ almost as if she had an attitude with a firm tone, taking them down first and asking questions later.
          end of starter.