sophiaromanoff:

themutantgirls:

sophiaromanoff:

themutantgirls:

The group of girls were sitting silently in the corner of a shadowy alleyway, with questionable people passing by every now and then. Soesha had found an old, worn blanket which they sat and huddled against, fitting themselves tightly in the corner beside a foul smelling dumpster.

It was raining,…

Sophia didn’t mind the rain much. She always brought an umbrella with her these days. Something as simple as being prepared always seemed to slip her mind back before… Wait how did she remember that? Sophia grasped onto the thought as if her life depended on it. She’d been doing that lately. Trying to document each time a memory slipped through the steel cage the Red Room had trapped them in. They usually were fruitless towards her discovering much of her old life. Also she was wasting time. Her original objective wasn’t easily forgotten. It was a mantra of Russian hatred ingrained in her brain. 

Still she had her moments— What was that? Sophia caught sight of a small girl peeking out from the dumpster next to her apartment building. Doing a quick sweep she found two other promising minds. These girls were easily detected as mutants but the rest remained a mystery. Sophia found herself walking over and peeking at the girls. She halfway kneeled down and spoke clearly, “It’s kind of cold to be sitting out here in the rain, girls.” She smiled and held the umbrella over them. “Perhaps you should get inside?” she suggested. Though the state of dress they were in told Sophia there wasn’t much of a place for them. Her rare matronal instinct wanted to take them in. After all, they were gifted and likewise could be useful.

The five girls looked at first very scared, the two eldest quickly scooting the younger tightly against them. Mia refused, staying there where she was, her sparkling green eyes hinting at an unexpected maturity. Katya made a strange twitch of her hand, heavily considering bringing up a water shield, no matter how dangerous that could be if the woman somehow worked with someone who…didn’t like mutants. She changed her mind, opting to continue in her easily desperate look. She didn’t even have to act. Lissy and Lyn, the smallest of the bunch, huddled closely beside their siblings, looking up at the redhead with fear and curiosity evident in their small eyes.

Mia shook her head, giving her a look that didn’t really give off any kind of emotion but calm interest. The child tilted her head to the side for a moment, simply looking between her, the umbrella, and the adult. “We can’t go inside.” She stated simply. The surrounding buildings had people inside, sadly, and they could not take the chance of getting caught. They tried their best to stay out of the weather, and public.

Soesha, the eldest of the five, piped up; “Unless you know of an empty place.” 

Water. Sophia made note of this in the back of her mind. Elemental powers she found especially interesting. She glance over at the girl and smiled sadly. They were fearful of her.”I mean no harm,” she said reassuring the statement by looking all of them in the eyes. She then looked up thinking to herself. The apartment she was given was fairly larger than she needed and especially empty. Would they come with her though? 

“I have room… my apartment is just on second floor. You can stay there and maybe watch some television until storm clears? Though signal may be messy.. uh, fuzzy,” she suggested finding the English language less familiar since the last time she spoke it. Hopefully they understood her. She wondered briefly if she should tell them off her mutant powers. Maybe it would put their minds at ease.

They all relaxed only a fraction, most of them relaxing their tensed hands. They had been momentarily been poised to attack if the need arised, but now the girls had a sense that maybe they could trust this woman. Just maybe. 

Lissy and Lyn’s eyes widened in excitement, but Soesha put a calming hand on their shoulders. They shouldn’t get too excited—they still had to be wary. Sophia could be tricking them. Katya felt her neck hair bristle at the memory thought of Mia and herself being brutally caged up and tested on. She still didn’t completely understand her flashbacks—she knew her own past, but it hurt far too much, so she had managed to block it out mostly. Soesha was the one who decided to listen, nodding slowly before slowly rising to her knees to cross her arms. “That’s a very generous offer of you, Miss, and I apreciate it very much. I would love to go with you but I would like it if you’d tell us about who you are first.”

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mercenary-with-wings:

themutantgirls:

Her eyes snapped wide open and she shook her head. “No, no, please. Please don’t.” Her eyes were wide with fear. If the social workers got them…no. They just couldn’t. She’d been caught so many times before—it wasn’t like she couldn’t escape from this man. She was fast, she could do it, but she was exhausted, and her sisters and she had not practised their getaway skills in a while.

With a sigh, she closed her eyes. “Fine. We…we’re mutants. Our parents kicked us out because we’re monsters. If the cops get us, who knows. There’s still all of that messiness with what to do with people like us.” 

She breathed out deeply, looking at her siblings, who weren’t paying any attention. “If Social services gets us, then we will get separated. No matter what, nobody will adopt five mutant kids with questionable pasts and such big stretches between our age groups.” One could tell in her voice that she had thought this subject over many times. “You think I haven’t thought about it before?”

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Clint raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything, his gaze flicking from Katya to the girls behind her, then to his surroundings. With a sigh the mercenary shook his head. He was stuck in a place of thought and instinct and memories of being an unwanted child. No one got to choose their life, but kids shouldn’t be on the street. Even if they knew how to survive.

“Fine.” He sighed again. During his teenage years he’d promised himself, as an inward goal, that he’d never allow kids to live a childhood like he had. But now, in this case, what else could they do? There was no way he could help them.

“There’s a house two streets over. No one lives in it; the back window’s lock is broken. Cops go there sometimes, but if you’re quiet no one will know you’re there.” Clint said, his face impassive as he explained. The broken lock had been his own handiwork, something he had done awhile ago to get out of the way of being followed. “I live in an apartment three streets over from that. If you need help… I’ll be there.” He was keeping himself open to help, even if he knew he couldn’t.

She glanced up through her lashes, hoping he would help them in some manner, or at least ignore them and let them be on their way. She held back a relieved sigh when he spoke. Her eyes scanned his expressions, noticing that he was quite skilled at hiding them. But she could still see much doubt in his eyes. 

She listened intently to his instructions. He was actually helping them, even though she had (stupidly) admitted to being a mutant.

"Thank you, sir." The way she responded sounded almost practiced, in a near military way, and she gave him a tired almost-smile. Maybe things could be okay for them. She tried to see every passing hour as a victory, another chance to be normal. She knew they never would be without help, but she didn’t feel up to going to some mutant help-group, if there was even such a thing. No, she would ask for some assistance here and there, as she was just a child, after all, but she wouldn’t take too much charity. There was a line she would not cross. Maybe she would let the others go, without her, but knew she had been through a lot and it would probably be best if they had one less person to watch over. 

Her eyebrows crinkled and she turned her head to the side slightly, looking a him as the rest of her sisters slowly turned to watch the situation. “You’re not angry, or afraid?” Most people would have either tried to attack them, or run away if they had heard her confession.

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raytato:

I didn’t make this gif, but I made it transparent so now dean is peeping into your blog :)

raytato:

I didn’t make this gif, but I made it transparent so now dean is peeping into your blog :)

mamamariastark:

Hey everyone! Me, being my awkward self, has created a Bernd Das Brot blog with my aca-mazing friend, Sophie. Head over here and check us out! Remember, only about 10 minutes old so far. We’ll get better.

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goddess-frigga:

themutantgirls:

The group of girls were sitting silently in the corner of a shadowy alleyway, with questionable people passing by every now and then. Soesha had found an old, worn blanket which they sat and huddled against, fitting themselves tightly in the corner beside a foul smelling dumpster.

It was raining, and the young ones had huddled close, trying their best to avoid the droplets. Katya managed to make a small, relatively invisible shield of water over them, but she was weak and tired, causing it to flicker and fail within a few seconds. They were absolutely exhausted. Lyn and Lissy still somehow seemed to have preserved their innocence, as they didn’t seem to fully understand what it meant to be homeless. It was all normal for them, although that didn’t mean they enjoyed it. 

They continued to sit silently, huddling close to one another. They were weak and tired, as they hadn’t gotten any sleep at all last night, running and hiding from a particularly intimidating homeless man. Their hair was scraggly, their eyes dim and unemotional, but they all immediately snapped more awake at the sound of footsteps nearing them. Mia dared to lean forward, peeking carefully, quickly jerking back when the figure of another noticed her. She breathed deeply, trying to keep calm.

Frigga was never sure why she went down that particular alley. A faint call of something, like a whiff of perfume, drew her. She stretched her kenning as far as it would go, finding  a cluster of young humans - no, not quite human, something other - nearby. There was a tinge of power to it.

She was not entirely surprised, therefore, when the face of a painfully thin girl appeared from around the side of a dumpster. What did surprise her, was the maturity in her gaze, and how she struggled to hide the desperation underlying it.

She stopped moving, not wanting to frighten the girl further. She gestured and an invisible shield appeared over the dumpster, shedding rain in a circle around it. “You must be frozen,” she said gently. “Would you like me to help you?”

The girls all froze instantly when she rounded the dumpster to greet them. What the hell? Was this woman a mutant, too? Soesha’s thoughts were spinning for a moment as she closely inspected the shield.

It resembled Katya’s work, but it held better. She noted all the details, zoning out while Mia took the chance to sit up straighter, her head tilting to the side in curiosity as she closely inspected the woman. After a moment of consideration, she turned to Katya for approval.

The older girl just shrugged, not really sensing any harm. Of course she was hesitant, but hey, the lady didn’t look like she was going to trap them in some underground testing room. Mia turned back after a moment. “That w-would be very nice, Miss.” She spoke politely.

sophiaromanoff:

themutantgirls:

The group of girls were sitting silently in the corner of a shadowy alleyway, with questionable people passing by every now and then. Soesha had found an old, worn blanket which they sat and huddled against, fitting themselves tightly in the corner beside a foul smelling dumpster.

It was raining,…

Sophia didn’t mind the rain much. She always brought an umbrella with her these days. Something as simple as being prepared always seemed to slip her mind back before… Wait how did she remember that? Sophia grasped onto the thought as if her life depended on it. She’d been doing that lately. Trying to document each time a memory slipped through the steel cage the Red Room had trapped them in. They usually were fruitless towards her discovering much of her old life. Also she was wasting time. Her original objective wasn’t easily forgotten. It was a mantra of Russian hatred ingrained in her brain. 

Still she had her moments— What was that? Sophia caught sight of a small girl peeking out from the dumpster next to her apartment building. Doing a quick sweep she found two other promising minds. These girls were easily detected as mutants but the rest remained a mystery. Sophia found herself walking over and peeking at the girls. She halfway kneeled down and spoke clearly, “It’s kind of cold to be sitting out here in the rain, girls.” She smiled and held the umbrella over them. “Perhaps you should get inside?” she suggested. Though the state of dress they were in told Sophia there wasn’t much of a place for them. Her rare matronal instinct wanted to take them in. After all, they were gifted and likewise could be useful.

The five girls looked at first very scared, the two eldest quickly scooting the younger tightly against them. Mia refused, staying there where she was, her sparkling green eyes hinting at an unexpected maturity. Katya made a strange twitch of her hand, heavily considering bringing up a water shield, no matter how dangerous that could be if the woman somehow worked with someone who…didn’t like mutants. She changed her mind, opting to continue in her easily desperate look. She didn’t even have to act. Lissy and Lyn, the smallest of the bunch, huddled closely beside their siblings, looking up at the redhead with fear and curiosity evident in their small eyes.

Mia shook her head, giving her a look that didn’t really give off any kind of emotion but calm interest. The child tilted her head to the side for a moment, simply looking between her, the umbrella, and the adult. “We can’t go inside.” She stated simply. The surrounding buildings had people inside, sadly, and they could not take the chance of getting caught. They tried their best to stay out of the weather, and public.

Soesha, the eldest of the five, piped up; “Unless you know of an empty place.” 

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The group of girls were sitting silently in the corner of a shadowy alleyway, with questionable people passing by every now and then. Soesha had found an old, worn blanket which they sat and huddled against, fitting themselves tightly in the corner beside a foul smelling dumpster.

It was raining, and the young ones had huddled close, trying their best to avoid the droplets. Katya managed to make a small, relatively invisible shield of water over them, but she was weak and tired, causing it to flicker and fail within a few seconds. They were absolutely exhausted. Lyn and Lissy still somehow seemed to have preserved their innocence, as they didn’t seem to fully understand what it meant to be homeless. It was all normal for them, although that didn’t mean they enjoyed it. 

They continued to sit silently, huddling close to one another. They were weak and tired, as they hadn’t gotten any sleep at all last night, running and hiding from a particularly intimidating homeless man. Their hair was scraggly, their eyes dim and unemotional, but they all immediately snapped more awake at the sound of footsteps nearing them. Mia dared to lean forward, peeking carefully, quickly jerking back when the figure of another noticed her. She breathed deeply, trying to keep calm.