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entranceway2016-03-14 11:27 am
bowsniper) wrote in entranceway2016-03-14 11:27 am
An Arrival and a Video
(Action Closed to Natasha)
He’s alone. Clint can tell that much from the position he is in on his back. His eyes are closed but he doesn’t hear a thing, not even the tell-tale sign of someone breathing. He’s also outside. Which is weird because the last thing he remembers is falling into an exhausted sleep next to his exhausted wife. Newborns were tough, and he would know he was on his third kid.
He takes a breath and opens his eyes, staring up at the night sky. Only…it’s not the night sky. Not the one he knows, and he’s spent plenty of time on the farm laying on the roof of the house with Laura and with the kids naming and pointing out constellations. He knows the stars and those aren’t them. That’s his first clue that he isn’t at the farm.
The second clue were the hedge walls that surrounded him and the clear paths that lead out from where he lay in the middle of a clearing. What? He sat up and glanced around, if he was being watched then whoever was watching him was very good. This wasn’t the first time he had woken up in an unexpected place, but it was the first time he had no memory of any kind of mission he was on. He looked down at himself…flannel pants and a tank top, exactly what he had worn to bed. So. He was taken from the house.
The thought of Laura and the kids has him standing immediately turning in a slow circle to see if he could catch movement. If they could get him out of the house and out of his bed then they knew about his family and they could have taken them too. It didn’t matter who “they” were, Clint didn’t care. He cared about his family and what had happened to them. They were fine, they had to be, anything else wasn’t an option. He spotted a phone on the ground next to him and scooped it up, not his phone but it seemed to work and get a signal. He pocketed it, if they were stupid enough to leave that laying around then he was going to use it to his advantage. Looking around the noted that there was nothing else to take and he started to move, taking a running leap and climbing to the top of one of the hedges. A maze- as he suspected and in the distance there was a mansion and its grounds, a forest and an ocean?
“Yeah. Definitely not in Kansas anymore, Toto.” He muttered and figured his first step was making his way towards the mansion, the rest he would figure out as he went. So he set off, walking on top of the hedges, keeping his eyes peeled for anything suspicious.
(/action)
[ After he got his room picked out and his mind wrapped around the fact that he was in a pocket dimension they called Wonderland (because fighting an army of robots couldn’t be the craziest thing he ever encountered, not to mention gods and aliens, no, now he had to be kidnapped to a children’s story) he figured maybe it was time to let the others know he was here. If Natasha hadn’t already that is. And he had to do it in of course the most public way possible. Because he was sometimes a jerk like that.
A click of a button and there’s his stupid smirking face on the network.]
So I haven’t seen a white rabbit yet. I gotta say I’m a little disappointed about that. What’s the point if there’s no rabbit with a pocket watch? I hear the cat is here though. What about the caterpillar on LSD?
What about an archery range? You guys have one of those? Or am I going to have to shoot targets from the roof? [ He would do it too, if he got bored.]
Speaking of…hey Stark. Feel like building me a new bow? I seem to have left the old one back home, where I was, before getting kidnapped to a freaky LSD flashback.
Yeah, uh, I heard I might have been here before. Um sorry if I don’t remember you. For those of you who don’t know, the name’s Clint.
[ With that the feed cuts out.]
He’s alone. Clint can tell that much from the position he is in on his back. His eyes are closed but he doesn’t hear a thing, not even the tell-tale sign of someone breathing. He’s also outside. Which is weird because the last thing he remembers is falling into an exhausted sleep next to his exhausted wife. Newborns were tough, and he would know he was on his third kid.
He takes a breath and opens his eyes, staring up at the night sky. Only…it’s not the night sky. Not the one he knows, and he’s spent plenty of time on the farm laying on the roof of the house with Laura and with the kids naming and pointing out constellations. He knows the stars and those aren’t them. That’s his first clue that he isn’t at the farm.
The second clue were the hedge walls that surrounded him and the clear paths that lead out from where he lay in the middle of a clearing. What? He sat up and glanced around, if he was being watched then whoever was watching him was very good. This wasn’t the first time he had woken up in an unexpected place, but it was the first time he had no memory of any kind of mission he was on. He looked down at himself…flannel pants and a tank top, exactly what he had worn to bed. So. He was taken from the house.
The thought of Laura and the kids has him standing immediately turning in a slow circle to see if he could catch movement. If they could get him out of the house and out of his bed then they knew about his family and they could have taken them too. It didn’t matter who “they” were, Clint didn’t care. He cared about his family and what had happened to them. They were fine, they had to be, anything else wasn’t an option. He spotted a phone on the ground next to him and scooped it up, not his phone but it seemed to work and get a signal. He pocketed it, if they were stupid enough to leave that laying around then he was going to use it to his advantage. Looking around the noted that there was nothing else to take and he started to move, taking a running leap and climbing to the top of one of the hedges. A maze- as he suspected and in the distance there was a mansion and its grounds, a forest and an ocean?
“Yeah. Definitely not in Kansas anymore, Toto.” He muttered and figured his first step was making his way towards the mansion, the rest he would figure out as he went. So he set off, walking on top of the hedges, keeping his eyes peeled for anything suspicious.
(/action)
[ After he got his room picked out and his mind wrapped around the fact that he was in a pocket dimension they called Wonderland (because fighting an army of robots couldn’t be the craziest thing he ever encountered, not to mention gods and aliens, no, now he had to be kidnapped to a children’s story) he figured maybe it was time to let the others know he was here. If Natasha hadn’t already that is. And he had to do it in of course the most public way possible. Because he was sometimes a jerk like that.
A click of a button and there’s his stupid smirking face on the network.]
So I haven’t seen a white rabbit yet. I gotta say I’m a little disappointed about that. What’s the point if there’s no rabbit with a pocket watch? I hear the cat is here though. What about the caterpillar on LSD?
What about an archery range? You guys have one of those? Or am I going to have to shoot targets from the roof? [ He would do it too, if he got bored.]
Speaking of…hey Stark. Feel like building me a new bow? I seem to have left the old one back home, where I was, before getting kidnapped to a freaky LSD flashback.
Yeah, uh, I heard I might have been here before. Um sorry if I don’t remember you. For those of you who don’t know, the name’s Clint.
[ With that the feed cuts out.]