Attractively featured

[shonenjump]

MOST ATTRACTIVE FEATURE

✱ Comment with your character. Feel free to include a link to a picture of them at their best/most flattering/cutest/beautiful/handsome/most appealing/etc.
✱ Other characters are forced to ~~gently compelled~~ to admit the one part of yours they find the most attractive. Hair? Eyes? Muscles? That height? That mole? That ass...umption that they're a great person?
✱ Your character now has to flip all the scripts and fess up to others.
✱ Rinse. Repeat. Regret.
✱ Of course, if they're boring, some people might be drawn to a personality trait over a physical one.
✱ But that cute smile, tho. Lemme swoon.

Comments

[havenomercy]

Kansas.

I guess I should come to you, then.

[endof_theline]

I don't want anyone following you here.

[havenomercy]

Point. Neutral ground?

[endof_theline]

Wouldn't I have to go there for you to help me? I'm not gonna be on the move for a get to know you chat.

[havenomercy]

What do you suggest?

[endof_theline]

I don't know. This is your plan, not mine.

[havenomercy]

My plan had you being available. We can talk remotely, but when it comes down to brass tacks, we’re going to have to meet.

[endof_theline]

I don't have a whole lot of resources here. I'm betting you've got a lot.

[havenomercy]

I can stash you away somewhere else. But again, trust issues.

Let me send you a comm device. We can at least speak that way.

[endof_theline]

I already agreed. Whose trust issues, yours?

But now I'm wondering. When I said I didn't want you to be followed, that shouldn't have been your response. You work for the Justice League, don't you? Why would you worry about that? What aren't you telling me? Or have you just not figured out how to do your job well yet?

[havenomercy]

I’m always followed. That’s why I stay on base. But if you want, I can have Kal fly me over. That way only he’ll know where I am.

[endof_theline]

That's a hell of a weakness you've got there.

Fine. Does that mean I get to meet him, too?

[havenomercy]

I’m a public figure. It comes with the territory.

He’ll probably stick around to say hi.

[endof_theline]

No it doesn't. Not if you know what you're doing.

Alright.

[havenomercy]

You think Stark isn’t followed everywhere?

Just let me know when.

[endof_theline]

I think he is because he wants to be.

As soon as possible, probably.

[havenomercy]

Huh. I tend to not care until I need to not be followed and then secret tunnels.

I can be there in thirty seconds.

[endof_theline]

Whatever works I guess.

Wow- that's soon. Barely gives me any time to tidy up the place.

[Is that a joke? Probably. First in decades, probably.]

[havenomercy]

I won’t care. Am I on my way?

[endof_theline]

[ Jeez, she's a tough crowd. He does try to throw his floor mattress together a little bit, though. ]

Yeah.

[havenomercy]

[It’s maybe 45 seconds later and then Bucky has a tall, wind- blown redhead in his little apartment, along with the big, blue boyscout. Who only has time to say hello, shake hands and then be up, up and away again.

Tess looks a little stunned and runs a hand through her hair.]

There’s no getting used to that.

[endof_theline]

[ The hairs raise at the back of Bucky's neck. He's not used to being snuck up on, and while he knew they were coming, it still feels that way. The hello is brief, but it's enough, and a part of Bucky's glad it didn't go on much longer than that, cause he honestly wouldn't even know what to say.

He doesn't talk to people anymore, not really. Tess has been the first real contact in a long time.

Now she's standing here in his tiny, absolutely run down room in Bucharest, looking all wind blown and stunned. ]

Thought it was just me.

[havenomercy]

It’s everyone.

[She takes a minute to gather herself and then gives him a small but genuine smile.]

Hi. Nice place.

[endof_theline]

[ It's a terrible place. There's a dirty mattress on the floor with a blanket and a pillow, a table covered in newspapers- same with the windows, not letting in a single bit of sunlight, or allowing for peeping eyes. There's a beat up couch and a grungy looking kitchen that he barely uses, some wooden planks agains the wall that he has some books on.

It's a place to lay low, just like he said he was doing. ]

Hi.

[How does he do this? He doesn't have the faintest clue, so he hopes she does. He does move over to the table though, pulling some books off the chairs.]

You wanna sit?

[havenomercy]

[Better than where she grew up, in a rickety swamp shack deep in the bayou of Louisiana. Those are not fond memories. It doesn’t bother her, though, free as she is of that part of her life.

She watches as he tidies up the books and then sits in an empty chair, legs crossed at the knee. She looks overly ornate in her silk blouse and dress pants.]

It’s a good place. Out of the way, doesn’t draw attention. How long have you been here?