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August 12th, 2011

A Day Off (Open to TBolts) @ 08:22 pm

[info]anyastark:

Anya Stark-Barton was a workaholic. It was genetic really. Her father was one, her mother was one and according to Dad her grandfather had been one. Anya was carrying on a fine family tradition, but unlike them every once in awhile she needed a day off. Today she was taking one.

She slept in and got six hours of sleep instead of the usual four. Instead of jumping out of bed and hitting the ground running, she slid out of bed and zombie shuffled her way downstairs. She grabbed a bowl of cereal, didn't set it on fire, and headed into the rec room. She fell onto the couch and turned on the tv. Today was going to be a day of doing nothing but sitting in front of the tv and watching movies. Her laptop was upstairs and Goddard was screening all of her calls. He was under orders to only allow calls from Steve and the rest of her family through. Work was going to wait until Tuesday.

Tomorrow morning she'd fly to New York to spend the weekend and her birthday on Monday with her husband. Today was a day just for herself and any other Thunderbolts who wanted to watch movies.
 

July 9th, 2011

Hunting(Open) @ 07:36 pm

[info]nevermisses:

Greyson wasn't much for holidays and celebrations. So he took some time off to head to New York City. He had not given up on finding his father and dealing with him permanently and this was the last place he had had any clues.

He was hunting down some low level scum trying to work his way up to some mid level and high level scum to see if he could find any new clues.

He had his bow out as he tracked the guy he was currently after waiting for him to be along so he could jump him.
 

June 19th, 2011

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April 30th, 2011

When Thoughts Of Fancy Turn to Love @ 02:37 am

[info]anyastark:

Anya entered the firehouse that served as the Thunderbolts headquarters and dropped her backpack. She looked out the window and down at the street below. The four guys were /still/ there. She would have thought they would have left when she went inside. The quartet followed her back here from class and had been acting strangely.

One professed undying love. One tried to kiss her and got punched for his efforts and was now sporting a swollen lip. One tried to carry her backpack for her. The last one recited poetry to her as they walked. For a few fleeting moments she wished she could put on a gauntlet and blast them away with a repulsor blast, but it would cause a /scene/.

What happened? Anya had known these guys since her first day of college and all of them had been nice and nothing like this. They even knew she was married and yet suddenly they were acting like this. Idly she wondered if there was something in the water that was making them act so weird.

She watched them and prayed they would just go away.
 

April 6th, 2011

Lazy day (open) @ 04:04 pm

[info]princessbruiser:

Molly was enjoying a nice day of doing nothing. She had woken up that morning and decided that she needed a day to just relax around HQ and do noting but veg and lounge.

So she slept until ten, put on sweatpants and a t-shirt, and made her way downstairs. She made her way to the local mini-mart and bought a couple of pints of ice cream (strawberry cheesecake and Americone Dream), a twelve pack of Diet Coke, some microwave popcorn, and some M&Ms.

When she got back to Thunderbolts HQ, she laid out her stash of junk food on the coffee table, popped in Despicable Me, grabbed a blanket, and lay down on the couch.

Her butt was not moving from this sofa, unless Thanos decided to blow up the planet...or something of equal importance.
 

February 19th, 2011

Dinner Date @ 09:56 pm

[info]perenawska:

Irina got ready and dressed in a pair of jeans, a blouse and a pair of boots. Knives were hidden all around her body. Just in case. She double checked her appearance and went downstairs. She went into the kitchen and left a note for Corey letting him know she wouldn't be there for dinner. Waste not, want not.
 

February 1st, 2011

Everything's Bigger in Texas @ 11:01 am

[info]ice_ice_baby:

The Super Bowl.  I'm at the @!*@!#*$*#@ SUPER BOWL.    And the Jets made it.

I wish Dad were here.

CeCe looked out the window of the private box suite that Anya had secured at Cowboy's Stadium.   She was here to watch a football game of historic proportions, as the winners of the first three Super Bowl's ever, the Green Bay Packers and the New York Jets, were going to play for the championship.

CeCe's dad was a DIE HARD Jets fan.   It cost her two weeks of tutoring income to get tickets to see the 45-3 debacle at Gillette Stadium when the Jets came up north to play the Patriots.   But she screamed when the Jets beat the Steelers 2 weeks ago to make it here.

And then Anya had the idea of bringing the Thunderbolts to Dallas for the Superbowl as a team activity.   The team was down, thank God.   And there were even a couple of friends along...including Franklin.   She was VERY happy to see Franklin.

She looked out the window again, staring.   The Jets hadn't won a title since Dad was a kid.   She had hoped that he had done enough repenting to be seeing this game from above.



 

December 31st, 2010

Out With the Old and In With the New @ 07:44 pm

[info]nextgen_holiday:

The beginning of a New Year, a time for new hopes, new experiences to come. A time to reflect on times past, remembering fond memories happily and trying to put less pleasant thoughts and experiences in the past.

It is a time of renewal, a time of rebirth. And for much of the world, it is a time of celebration. This is no less true for the super hero set as anyone else. If anything, they just have that much bigger of things to look forward to.
 

New Year's Resolutions (Thunderbolts) @ 11:05 am

[info]nextgen_holiday:

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Anonymous entries accepted.
 

December 22nd, 2010

We Can Hardly Stand the Wait, Please Christmas Don't Be Late (TBolts) @ 08:30 pm

[info]nextgen_holiday:

Christmas. Yule. Saturnalia. Dies Natalis Solis Invicti. Many cultures have celebrated and still celebrate a winter festival. There have been many names for it over the millennia. No matter the name it is a time to come together and celebrate with feasts and gifts with friends and loved ones.

Each culture has a legendary figure who would deliver gifts to children during this time. In Russia and some Slavic cultures he is known as Ded Moroz, Grandfather Frost, and comes not on Christmas but on New Year’s along with his granddaughter Snegurochka, or ‘”Snow Maiden”. In the United Kingdom and other parts of Europe he is known as Father Christmas. In the Netherlands and Belgium he is known as Saint Nicholas or “Sinterklaas” and in France he is known as Père Noël. In the United States we know him as Santa Claus.

No matter the name or who is delivering gifts, it is the season of peace, joy and togetherness. It is the season for thinking about loved ones, friends and those less fortunate. It is a time to witness the goodness and generosity the human race is capable of. It is a time for peace on Earth and goodwill toward man.
 

December 10th, 2010

Sometimes Asking For Help is Harder Than Fighting @ 07:51 pm

[info]nevermisses:

Greyson had made a quick trip to New York City for information. He had heard about how someone had become the new Kingpin.  So he started looking around to find out who it was that way so he could see if he could find out if they might know where he could find his father. The old Kingpin had used his father for work a lot so it stood to reason that the new one might know where he was.

Though it quickly became apparent that this new Kingpin did not like him looking for her identity and he had gotten pretty close when couple of her better thugs got the drop on him. Now he was very good in a fight and could have taken down anyone of them in a one on one fight but they were actually working together well.

It quickly became apparent that it was smarter to run than fight and after some work Greyson had managed to lose them and he doubled back to where he had been staying in Boston. After a couple of hours of peace they had managed to find him which seemed rather odd to him to be operating out of New York but he knew the lay of the land he much better than they did letting him lose them.

Remembering what the armor user had said to him as much as he disliked having ask for help he made his way to where the Thunderbolts were based in what was approximately a costume for him.

 

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