Superhero World discussion

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Anastasia drifted around Central Park, muttering to herself about Russian ballets in, well, Russian. She went through the steps of one in her head. One that the Red Room had drilled into her as a young child.

Annie slung her bag properly over one shoulder and did the movements slightly, but not so to draw attention.

Annie noticed the wave and looked over a Soki, evaluating her with a look. She decided the girl was not a threat and waved back.

"Hello," Annie said with a Russian accent.

"It's Russian," Annie said. She shook the hand. "Name's Alina."

Annie raised an eyebrow. "It is a Russian name," she said. "Not exactly 'girly' over there."

"In Central Park, America or the world?" Annie asked.

"Taking a break from the real world," Annie said. "And thinking over a ballet which is being preformed tonight."

"Look around," Annie said. "Central Park is a forest. This isn't the real world." She blinked at Soki. "Just a little Russian one."

Annie rolled her eyes. "I highty doubt you will understand Russian names," she said.

"It translates to The Firebird," Annie said.

"Yes, I do," Annie said. "Why are you asking these questions?"

Annie nodded slowly. "Ever had a job, kid?"

"I've had one since I could," Annie said, ignoring her first question. "What was your job?"

"That's classified," Annie said.

Annie raised an eyebrow. "And what would you know about this secret government agency?" She asked. She slipped out her phone from her pocket.

Annie flipped up her phone and scanned the face of Soki. She saw the information pop up and sighed. "Agent R-B, level eight."

"I know," Annie said. "And under your name is a warrant to bring you in." She flipped her phone to show Soki.

"And lucky for you, I'm to high to hunt down little kids like you," Annie said. "I've got better things to do. And the name's Annie, not Alina."

"You are younger than me and have not killed hundreds of people, therefore you are a little kid," Annie said. "Thanks, it's derived from Anastasia."

Annie shook her head slowly. "Trust me, kiddo, you are a little kid." She lent against the nearest tree, an eyebrow sharply raised in a challenge.

"Still getting their job done," Annie said. "The rest is classified."

Annie nodded. "You have to be a member to know classified things," she said.

Annie raised her eyebrow sharply again. "Such a child," she muttered.

"Everything we di effects everyone," Annie said.

Annie sighed and rubbed hr closed eyes. "You always like this?"

Annie opened her eyes and lolked at Soki. "I'm Rusdian and was trained by villains."

((mmm))

"My mother," Annie said, not giving anything else away.

"Classified," Annie said. "Even certain members of S.H.I.E.L.D. don't know."

"I can do a DNA test to find them?" Annie offered. "And yes, I am a field agent."

((night))

Annie nodded and slipped a pin out of her pocket. She practically stabbed Soki with it and collected the blood that seeped out with a little container.

Annie smiled slyly. "I could make the pain greater if you want," she offered.

Annie just raised her eyebrow again. "You certain?" She asked.

"When I actually test it," Annie said, rolling her eyes.

Annie rolled her eyes and jumped up into a tree.

"I am in a tree because I can be in a tree," Annie replied, looking down at her.

"Isn't it?" Annie replied. She looked over the park.

Annie jumped out of the tree. "I'll go analyse the blood test."

((doing sci hw due tomoz :P))

Annie paused before nodding once. "Don't blame me if you get arrested, though," she said. "They are hunting you."

((heh))

"Okay," Annie said. "Let's go."

((nooo idea. You choose, doing hw and can't browse))

Annie walked to her and tilted her head before leaving.

((thanks. kk))

Trudy Levis, wearing her favorite red top, jeans, and converse walked to Central Park. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and sat on a bench looking at all the joyous people. "Disgusting," she muttered.

Fred was walking through Central Park. He had a dark blue beanie, white t-shirt, jeans and blue vans on.

Trudy crossed her legs and hummed an old, familiar tune. She looked up at the sky and tapped her hands on the bench.

Fred looked over at her. He listened.

"It's a lovely day," Trudy sighed. She looked down and spotted a guy looking at her. She sat still and stared back.

He sat down on the bench beside her. "You have good rhythm."