Peggy is no stranger to pain. She's been shot, stabbed and broken multiple bones. All part of the risks that came with fighting in the war and then working for the SSR. She carried on through that pain, gritting her teeth and handling it until she did what needed to be done.
She has been in this strange room for about thirty minutes, trying every each way she could to open the door - slamming her shoulder into it, kicking it, and even banging it hard until she grabbed the attention of someone who could let her out. Oh, and Peggy also tried to pick the lock with a hairpin, but that did nothing.
The knives in the middle of the room was certainly strange, and she guessed that they served some kind of purpose. Peggy approached the table in deep thought, reaching towards the knives when the door flung open and another person was pushed into the room with her. The door is slammed shut again - too quick for her to make a run for it.
She looked over at the other person with concern, wanting to say something when a voice spoke in her head, sending a chill down her spine. Peggy looked at the table to see two sheets of paper appear on the table, one with her name and her sins written in blood; the other, with her new cellmate's details.
"Did you hear that?"
Should the other person look at Peggy's list, they would notice Murder, Disobeying orders, and Lying among them. 𝓕𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓜𝓮 𝓓𝓸𝔀𝓷 (𝓣𝓸 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓪𝓻)
The booth where Peggy is seated at gives her an excellent vantage point of the entire room. It would appear that even in a bar, she was unable to relax. There's a bottle of bourbon placed on the table, a glass tumbler next to it. Rather than going to the trouble of ordering a refill, she decided to ask for the whole bottle instead.
She picks up the bourbon and pours a generous measure into the glass before placing the bottle down again. Lifting the glass, Peggy gives it a sniff first before taking a sip; it's strong and it hits her right away, although she doesn't care about that so much. The liquor may be unbranded, but maybe it's one thing that Hell has going for it.
When she isn't drinking, Peggy sweeps her gaze around the room like a good spy would. Looking for any signs of trouble or somebody that she knew. 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓭
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[OOC: I'm open to sex related situations with Peggy, but with some prior discussion first please. I'm reachable via pm or plurk marymoo]
Peggy Carter | MCU
Peggy is no stranger to pain. She's been shot, stabbed and broken multiple bones. All part of the risks that came with fighting in the war and then working for the SSR. She carried on through that pain, gritting her teeth and handling it until she did what needed to be done.
She has been in this strange room for about thirty minutes, trying every each way she could to open the door - slamming her shoulder into it, kicking it, and even banging it hard until she grabbed the attention of someone who could let her out. Oh, and Peggy also tried to pick the lock with a hairpin, but that did nothing.
The knives in the middle of the room was certainly strange, and she guessed that they served some kind of purpose. Peggy approached the table in deep thought, reaching towards the knives when the door flung open and another person was pushed into the room with her. The door is slammed shut again - too quick for her to make a run for it.
She looked over at the other person with concern, wanting to say something when a voice spoke in her head, sending a chill down her spine. Peggy looked at the table to see two sheets of paper appear on the table, one with her name and her sins written in blood; the other, with her new cellmate's details.
"Did you hear that?"
Should the other person look at Peggy's list, they would notice Murder, Disobeying orders, and Lying among them.
𝓕𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓜𝓮 𝓓𝓸𝔀𝓷 (𝓣𝓸 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓪𝓻)
The booth where Peggy is seated at gives her an excellent vantage point of the entire room. It would appear that even in a bar, she was unable to relax. There's a bottle of bourbon placed on the table, a glass tumbler next to it. Rather than going to the trouble of ordering a refill, she decided to ask for the whole bottle instead.
She picks up the bourbon and pours a generous measure into the glass before placing the bottle down again. Lifting the glass, Peggy gives it a sniff first before taking a sip; it's strong and it hits her right away, although she doesn't care about that so much. The liquor may be unbranded, but maybe it's one thing that Hell has going for it.
When she isn't drinking, Peggy sweeps her gaze around the room like a good spy would. Looking for any signs of trouble or somebody that she knew.
𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓭
Something else you want - network, anither location? Reply away!
[OOC: I'm open to sex related situations with Peggy, but with some prior discussion first please. I'm reachable via pm or plurk