You were a lion ; I was a songbird.

[ingrantitude]

Who?: Grant ward, a few select threads, then you perhaps?
When?: Post his log with Agent 33, prior to starvation.
Where?: Lobby, breakfast nook, possibly down in the laundry? Basically anywhere.
Warnings: None so far. Possibly rotten eggs involved.
Notes: A couple of planned threads with Agent 33 and Ward and a few other people.



For 33 and Helen.

[This is awkward, slipping in and out like this. It's also annoying as hell thanks to Coulson and the rest of them. It's hard to tell if she's awake or not but he's got to get this done.]

33?

[The number thing, all of this. He wants to be the person she thinks he can be, standing there, shifting his weight catlike from foot to foot.]

Open the door we need to talk.

For Haymitch, 33, and Ward.

[Haymitch and Ward had a standing date to play battleship and ward's got it out, leaning back in his chair. He's started training every morning so he's thrown himself into the shower, fresh and clean.]

I figured I'd grab my friend later.

In the lobby.

[Ward is training. It's the first day he's felt good enough to do it and it's rather impressive - not his words but the words of others. Shirtless he spends a good four hours at 5:30 every morning shadowboxing, doing pushups, doing push-ups with his back pressed against the wall, and then more shadowboxing. He repeats this process again at 530 pm - feel free to catch either show.

It helps him think (and it's not like there's a lot of anything else to do around here.]

Laundry

[He's a rat bastard but he's not that much of a rat bastard. Coming up the stairs with a small bag full of those eggs a faint smell can be detected. Trash can, trash can, and no goddamn door. So he'll frown at the first person.]

No trash can anywhere that won't piss people off can you believe that?

Comments

[notafraidofyou]

[He nods.] Tim Drake. And I'll keep that in mind, though I'm pretty sure most people don't expect me to know myself for at least five more years.

[Unless they're Bruce.]

[ingrantitude]

...You'd be surprised. [Ward's smile's a little soft and wistful.] Kind of world I'm from ...you gotta know yourself fast.

[He relaxes by a hair, watching him.] How long've you been here?

[notafraidofyou]

He shrugs a little.] Since the beginning, I guess. A couple of months.

So what's your world like?

[ingrantitude]

[He grimaces at that, thinking.] Changing. Best way I can describe it.

[notafraidofyou]

[That gets a laugh from Tim.] Heh. Okay. I mean, most worlds are in some way or another or they'd probably be pretty dead, right? Changing how?

[ingrantitude]

[Ward's attitude dissolves. No point in giving the kid attitude. He smiles to himself before he shrugs his shoulders.] - There's a line between the weirder world and the not-so-weird one. The line's blurring. Between aliens and gods and monsters.

[He shrugs] So we have superheroes and aliens that fight with them and people trying to survive in the middle.

[notafraidofyou]

That... sounds an awful lot like home, actually. [wry smile] I mean, that crap mostly happens in cities that aren't Gotham, but Metropolis gets to be kind of a mess sometimes, and I know there are a bunch of other cities that can get pretty weird, too.