Born in beautiful Richmond, VA
11th grade junior, aspiring agent
Attending S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy
Not really your average girl-next-door
But who's complaining?
[S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy Roleplay]
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ooc: So, I can’t decide - should I re-reboot Sharon or just jump back in like I never left?
My mom didn’t answer her phone when I called today… Nor did she thank me for the mother’s day card I sent her…
(Source: faberry)
Sharon headed back to her dorm and changed clothes, sliding out of her jeans and sweater and into the grey and black physical training shirt provided by SHIELD, the signature symbol of the eagle in the circle splayed across the back, and tight black running capris. She double-knotted the laces on her running shoes and tied her hair up in a tail before she headed out again, strolling down the hallway toward the common room and entrance.
So my meeting with Fury went better than expected. A few days at a special basic-training style camp to gear up for classes, it was awesome. I feel so great!
Raaawr, I’m a lion!
(Source: gay-diddy-gay-gay)
Watching his feet as he carefully plodded up the stairs, Tony grinned as he felt Sharon’s elbow playfully digging into him. “I wouldn’t say no to that offer. Lemme know when you’re free and we can meet up at the gym…that is, if I can find it in this maze…” giving a disgruntled huff, he pouted slightly. “Y’know, he’s such a drama queen. I hit him in the nose with my elbow one time, and he never let’s me forget it. The way I see it, if you’re in a life or death situation, no one’s really gonna pay much attention to the rules, right? There won’t be a referee to penalise you. It’ll be every man, or woman, for themselves.”
“That’s very true, and very smart of you,” she smiled and continued, “Even in practice, if you’re practicing for a real fight, then you have to mean it because if or when the time comes when your opponent is out for your life, and you’re used to half-assed punches and playing by the rules, then there is no point.”
They reached the top of the stairs and she pushed through the door, only standing there to hold it for a moment and turn to him. “I guess this is where we go our separate ways? Unless you were planning on walking me to my room, too?”
(Source: agent-thirteen)
“I’m on the fourth. I wasn’t really too fussed about which floor I got, but I sorta drew the line when I was told that I may have to share with someone else. Regardless of what you may have heard about me, I value my privacy.” Eyeing the elevator nearby, Tony was tempted to travel up via the contraption but something told him that a girl like Sharon would prefer the stairs; maybe it was her slender figure, maybe it was her eager nature - whatever it was, it seemed that she would value the healthier option, and Tony wasn’t one to appear weak in front of a girl. Before he had the chance to speak, the doors opened and Happy walked out with large strides, fumbling with his phone.
“I’ve been trying to call you, why isn’t your phone ringing?” As the driver grew closer, he looked the boy over, tilting his head and adding with concern, “what happened to you? What’s that on your pants?” Tony could feel his cheeks burn crimson, with his nostrils flaring he shot Happy a look which he could tell meant ‘dude. What the fuck. Hot gal standing right next to me.’ The boy briefly explained how Parker had caused him to fall into the pool with his phone getting wet, and how Steve had crashed into him at the cafeteria; the driver suppressed a laugh so as not to embarrass the boy further in front of the pretty girl. “Alright. Well, everything’s unpacked, it’s all set up, JARVIS is online, the groceries have been put away, and I’m going to be heading back. Your dad has a conference to attend tomorrow and he wants me to escort him.” Completely forgetting that Sharon was standing besides him, Tony’s face completely fell at this point; he hadn’t expected Happy, the single person he had that was linked to home, to leave so soon. The driver could tell that the boy was upset, and gave him a quick hug. “You know that if you ever need anything, I’m just a phone call away, right?” Giving a slow nod, Tony watched on as Happy gave Sharon a gentile wave and left the building, calling out behind him, “don’t forget to keep practising your boxing! Keep it clean! Don’t make it dirty and call it mixed martial arts like last time!”
Tony stood in silence for a few moments, trying to calm his mind which was suddenly overwhelmed by the notion that he was now truly alone in this personal hell. Cupping the back of his neck with his hand, he cleared his throat and mumbled to Sharon, “c’mon, I’ll walk you up.”
“I can imagine you do, growing up in the limelight, as it were,” Sharon nodded to his comment about privacy. Happy approached, speaking to Tony, and the blond took in the pair with curiosity, watching the relationship dynamics discretely, her hands slid into the hidden pockets of her dress.
She smiled as the driver gave Tony a hug, returned the wave as he left, and waited for Tony to say something in the moments following.
“Okie dokie,” she nodded to his offer and headed toward the stairs, chewing her lip thoughtfully as she often did.
“I can help you with your boxing, if you like. And I won’t complain about mixed martial arts if you throw it in, too,” she offered with a smile, nudging him a little.
(Source: agent-thirteen)
“Haha, what a sin - attending one of the best, most prestigious academies in the consecutive United States. Being forced to go somewhere other students have worked day and night for a better part of their lives to be good enough for and had to wait six months for approval for a transfer, oh, it must be terrible, Tony,” Sharon gave him a little sympathetic look which vanished the next heartbeat.
As the workman approached and addressed the young man as he did, Sharon huffed a little. Tony Stark. She’d read about him, in the papers and gossip magazines, on E! but he obviously was a troubled young man, like Lindsay Lohan, or those other child starlets.
“Tony Stark. Huh. So, I guess you’re kind of a big deal,” she smirked at him and fixed her hair as the wind blew past, warm against her bare legs, kicking up the hem of her thigh-length black dress.
Tony raised an eyebrow at Sharon’s retort regarding the school; he didn’t have a clue about the admissions or just how lucky he was to be there, but he was determined not to like it, and that wasn’t about to change any time soon, regardless of whether a cute girl was passionate about it. Staring down at his feet after a discrete glance at the glow of her legs, Tony kicked at an errant stone which instantly crumbled, shattering and covering the path before him. As the girl referred to him as ‘a big deal’, a broad smile grew on his face; he’d once been quoted as saying that in a magazine at one of the many parties he attended, but truthfully he didn’t remember ever saying it. Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t; the alcohol that night was flowing faster than the chocolate fountains, with twice as many partakers. There were many people and things that he had done that night that he did and didn’t regret. Either way, he quite liked it and never tired of hearing it. “Hey, your words, not mine!” he laughed, letting the breeze push his hair back as they neared the entrance to the building. Pushing the door open, and letting her enter first once again, he asked, “say, what floor are you on?”
Sharon watched the smile grow, and gave him a breathy little laugh at his retort, shaking her head a little at him. Tony seemed to be a lot like how Peggy had described Howard, and he definitely shared his father’s good looks and genius intellect. Sharon slid inside the dorm building as he held the door for her, and she glanced at him as he asked which floor she was on.
“The second, I got the same dorm I was in last year, thankfully. What about you?” Sharon knew the answer - she’d seen the workmen carrying up his things and had caught some of the starting construction on the fourth floor before she’d left for home for the summer break, but it was polite to ask, and at least she’d not seem like a total creep.
Sharon screwed up her face a little as he peeled off his jacket to show her the motif on the inside of the jacket, only nodding passively. The blond like to keep herself presentable, but she wasn’t much for fashion; her parents were comfortable middle-class people, and…
“Haha, what a sin - attending one of the best, most prestigious academies in the consecutive United States. Being forced to go somewhere other students have worked day and night for a better part of their lives to be good enough for and had to wait six months for approval for a transfer, oh, it must be terrible, Tony,” Sharon gave him a little sympathetic look which vanished the next heartbeat.
As the workman approached and addressed the young man as he did, Sharon huffed a little. Tony Stark. She’d read about him, in the papers and gossip magazines, on E! but he obviously was a troubled young man, like Lindsay Lohan, or those other child starlets.
“Tony Stark. Huh. So, I guess you’re kind of a big deal,” she smirked at him and fixed her hair as the wind blew past, warm against her bare legs, kicking up the hem of her thigh-length black dress.
Following the girl, Tony ran a hand through his hair, hoping it wasn’t as messy as he was envisioning it to be; he may not have been looking his utmost best, but he could at least try to maintain himself. As they reached the doors, he paused and held one of them open, beckoning for her to go through first before slipping through himself. “Uh, no, I don’t usually jump in pools fully clothed. Sure it can be fun from time to time at a pool party with some drinks, but that’s not what happened. Some guy, Parker something, gave me a scare and I fell in. Smarmy son of—” With his face twisting into a snarl, he was ready to go into a full rant but something told him it probably wasn’t the best time. “Oh, and it’s not Armani. It’s Gucci. People tend to mix them up all the time, and it’s a bit of a peeve of mine. But there’s a very subtle yet noticeable difference. It’s all in the detail of the tailoring.” Removing the jacket he was wearing, Tony turned it inside out to show off the smooth, silky material which lined it; there was an extremely faint yet intricate ‘G’ motif which filled the entire space and must have taken a lot of work to achieve. He flashed her a smile before folding the jacket over his arm. “I’m Tony by the way. And your name, sweetie?”
Sharon screwed up her face a little as he peeled off his jacket to show her the motif on the inside of the jacket, only nodding passively. The blond like to keep herself presentable, but she wasn’t much for fashion; her parents were comfortable middle-class people, and she wasn’t one for labels. When he called her sweetie, she pressed her tongue against the inside of her cheek before answering,
“I’m Sharon, honey… So, what brings you to SHIELD?”
(Source: agent-thirteen)
Tony was momentarily busy imagining the girl’s small frame in a cheerleader’s outfit, and hadn’t paid much attention to the directions that she gave. ‘Red and yellow. That’s a good combination. Especially with the pleated skirt. Even the pompoms cou—’ Snapping out of the thought, he smiled broadly and grasped onto the only two words that he was sure that she had said. “I think I may have gone by the aquatics building before actually. That’s why I’m sorta in this state right now,” he gave a tiny shrug gesturing down to the still damp tuxedo he was wearing. “But yeah, I guess I could do with the company.” Narrowing his eyes, the mention of the principal bothered him; he had only met the one-eyed monster once before but wasn’t a fan of his at all. ”Trouble with Nicky boy, huh? Have any clue why he called you, apart from just enjoying the feeling of getting under your skin?”
Sharon raised an eyebrow curiously as she glanced over him in his damp clothes, but said nothing, just slowly nodding and moving forward, making a little gesture for him to follow.
“Trouble? No, I can’t imagine so. He probably just wants to go over freshman orientation again or something,” she said, taking the left and then headed down the corridor to the double doors at the end. “So, uh, did you jump in the pool with your Armani on on purpose, or is there a story there?”
(Source: agent-thirteen)
Turning down corridor after corridor, Tony was becoming increasingly lost in the labyrinth of paths around the school. In his annoyance from leaving the cafeteria, he had gone in the completely wrong direction, heading towards the opposite side of campus. The more unfamiliar rooms and students he came across, the more frazzled he became; he ended up near a noticeboard, and saw a…person standing before it dressed in leather. Staring at the tall, pale figure for a few moments, Tony came to realise that the person was in fact male. “Dude looks like a lady. I didn’t realise the YMCA had a Renaissance theme too,” he said outloud as he continued to walk passed. He spotted a shock of auburn hair not far from the leather clad boy, but he paid the person no attention. ‘Telepaths. Spider boys. Super soldiers. S&M enthusiasts. I may as well be in the circus right now.’ Spotting a petite blonde girl not far away, he jogged over to her. “Hey, uh, I was wondering if you could tell me which way I should go to get to the dorms?”
Sharon pulled her blue eyes from the tiles underfoot and raised them to the young man in front of her; reflexively, she smiled to him and cocked her head a little in interest as he spoke.
“Oh, sure,” she nodded, sliding her fingers and hair behind her ear as she glanced away from him. “Just head down this corridor and then take the third left, go out the double doors and past the aquatics building then it’s the cement one? With the, uh…” Sharon gestured, making the shape of the dorm building, then made a face and shrugged her shoulders.
“I could just take you there, I have to go get something before I head to the principal’s office anyway.”
(Source: agent-thirteen)
Chimed the intercom system, grabbing the blond’s attention. In the cafeteria, her head swivelled around to focus on the speaker as it continued, “Please report to Principle Fury’s office in the next fifteen minutes.”
Sharon huffed, rolled her eyes and pulled her spoon out of her mouth to say, “And prepare to wait fifteen more.”
The young woman drug her feet a little as she went to throw out her pudding and spoon. On her way, she glanced a tall, blond young man she felt recognized, and Sharon felt herself staring as she walked past. Tearing her eyes away, she stared at her feet in thought as she pushed open one of the cafeteria doors and left.
(Source: finnhudsonismyalterego)
