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| NAME. Tony Stark SERIES. Iron Man (1&2), Avengers (to be released) AGE. 36 HEIGHT&WEIGHT. 5'9, 165lbs APPEARANCE. In all his CEO glory. | STATUS. ■■■■■ | TITLE. quick summary. (UNDERLINE PROPER BLOCK. THERE'S FIVE FROM RED TO BLUE.) LODGINGS. Arrived | 9/9/11 (day 13) Staying | ??? |
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| RESIDENCE. ??? POSSESSIONS. - One red and silver briefcase which contains the Iron Man armour and the AI technology known as J.A.R.V.I.S (built in). - A pair of sunglasses. - Clothes he’s wearing. WEAPONS. (built into suit) repulsors, lasers, smart mini guns, missiles. EXPLORATION. ??? GOALS. ??? | |
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| TRIGGERS. Dying, and not your typical 'it's gonna happen someday' kind of outlook. He's had too many close calls. MEDICAL INFO. Has a device implemented in his chest called the arc reactor that keeps metal shrapnel from entering his heart. It's powered by an element discovered by Tony, himself. MENTAL INFO. Narcissistic, compulsive, and most times unbearably irrational. He does have adult symptoms that stem from childhood neglect (by his father). FOURTH-WALLING. Sure, go for it. PHYSICAL CONTACT. Don't hand him anything. If he doesn't know you, he might avoid any sort of friendly gestures such as hugs or arm touching. ROMANCE/SEXUAL RELATIONS. He's in a stable-ish relationship with Pepper Potts. If you flirt, he'll definitely flirt back. Though anything more might require some serious convincing. INJURE/KILL. Injure: Definitely Kill: Please check with me first. DEVICE HACKING. Doubt you can get past his kind of "security features" but you can try? THREADJACKING. Within reason, sure. ANYTHING ELSE. PM me through the journal, or hit me up on his contact post if there is anything more specific you want to plan/plot out. | |
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Points to anyone who can tell me why. And no, it's not because of the beer.
1. Sorry, I'm late. Air traffic.
2. I didn't forget. You just failed to remind me.
3. Of course that wasn't me. That was clearly a man who looked like me and coincidentally has the same name as... *ahem* me. Look, he was obviously an imposter because I was nowhere near The Viper Room. Do I look like a man who would go see a Pussycat Dolls show? .... Don't answer that.
4. I wouldn't call that an explosion. Maybe just a minor malfunction of two very combustible agents.
5. My excuse? See that redhead over there? Go ask her.
What is, and always will be my greatest creation, is you.
Wow. Really? And this is something you couldn't tell me when you were still alive? I've spent thirty five years thinking you didn't give a damn, that I was just some accident you felt compelled to take care of for mom's sake because you didn't want your precious name ruined. Oh, but when you found out that I actually inherited your brain, that made it okay. Right, Dad?
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With the second movie now here, I'm going to preserve the hustle and bustle on Tony's profile page for other yummy-ness (ie: gifs, basic info, verse stuff and communities that he apart of). Obviously cut to save your friends list, because I, unlike the CEO I write for, prefers NOT to be completely in your face.
( Movie Summaries this way )It was one of those nights where one would think and feel like they were sleeping, but be acutely aware of anything and everything that was going on around them. Movements, though slightly louder in any quiet room, seemed to amplify like mallets against massive drums, and smells would heighten because it was almost as if they were right under ones nose.
His stomach churned and rolled, making a loud noise in protest over the abuse it took the night before. Though he knew it was probably impossible, he still felt as though he could be sick again at any moment. Despite feeling he couldn't move, human reaction forced his head to the side and pushed him to hover his face over the edge of the couch. Tony heaved, choked and spit into the pail which Rhodey placed there for him hours before.
"Here." Rhodey spoke, putting a glass of water into Tony's hands for him. "Drink it."
( "We lie the loudest when we lie to ourselves." -- Eric Hoffer )
Again.
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About three days before my parents died, I remember hearing a pretty intense fight between them. I don't know what it was about, but after it was all over, he came upstairs and sat down on the edge of my bed. He looked at me with intense seriousness and told me something I pretty much decided already.
( later on, you will hate that I never gave you more than half of my heart )
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He was postured like a defiant child. Arms folded across his chest tightly, Tony tilted his head away from the woman in front of him. There was nothing she could say further that would change his mind on the issue.
Tony Stark was not going to work.
( ........ )
Muse: Tony Stark
Fandom: Iron Man (Movie)
WC: 313
A gaggle of women congregated near the bar, eagerly looking over their shoulders in hopes of seeking out the attentions of someone male and it amused him to no end to see the measures they would go to get it. With hair flipping, teasing the straws of their drinks with graceful tongues and ruby red lips while their heads tilted to make sultry eye contact with a baited gentlemen somewhere in the room. It was so true to say that women mastered the art of flirting. Given, they had the weapons to use at their disposal and damn, they were professionals when it came to using them.
( Britney says it like it's a bad thing )
List of things that make me feel better:
- Shop time
- Driving #4 up and down Highway 1
- A 1995 bottle of Talisker Cadenhead scotch
- Music
- Being in control
- Women
- Flirting
- Sex
- Sweetgrass smoothies
- Parties
- Hassling executives
- Driving my assistant and best friend nuts
