"Who do you work for?" Peggy demanded of the soldier. "I refuse to go anywhere until you answer my question." The soldier remained nonplussed in the face of her demand, moving onto another newcomer.
She glanced down at the folder in her hands, flipping it open and reading it for about the hundredth time. Powers? They were certainly a possibility, given that Peggy had worked alongside a man who was imbued with super strength, agility, faster healing and various other abilities. If this was the work of Leviathan, then she needed to find out how they were able to take her here without having any recall about how she was taken in the first place. It simply would not do. There was too much at stake back home for Peggy to remain here.
After taking a deep breath, she approached the nearest person to her and does her very best to look calm. Now was not the time to be intimidating, especially when others seemed just as confused as Peggy was.
"What have the soldiers told you about where we are?" Then, as an afterthought. "Please."
[3]
The growing crowd around her failed to deter Peggy from the suspect she had been tracking for the past hour or so but they were making it difficult for her to see him. "Excuse me, please." Peggy raised her voice, trying to sound polite at the same time. "I need to get through." Still, the crowd pushed forward, some of them with pen and paper in hand, holding them out to Peggy. Others had cameras and snapped pictures, one after another. The flash hurt her eyes and Peggy gritted her teeth, patience all but running out.
"For God's sake, let me through!!" She roared, eyes ablaze.
Her outburst seemed to have the desired effect as the crowd backed quickly away from Peggy, some of them looking hurt by what she said. There was no time to waste as Peggy moved quickly forward, hoping to catch up with the suspect...who was nowhere to be seen, She looked around wildly, checking for any alleyways or places that he could have ducked into as a means of evading her.
"Bloody hell." Peggy grumbled, running a hand through her hair. She could definitely use a drink now. Hours of work down the drain because of some imbeciles who wanted her attention. It would require some more surveillance on her part to come close to finding him again and bring him forward to justice. Taking out her notepad, Peggy wrote down an entry.
2.43pm: Lost suspect in De Chima. Will need to start from scratch in order to locate him.
She tucked the notepad away in her jacket and turned in the other direction, heading back to where the Porter was so that she could return back home. If anyone should come across Peggy right now, they would notice a very foul expression on her face.
[network; voice;]
Hello.
[The voice that comes over the feed is distinctly English, and despite her mood, Peggy is polite.]
My name is Margaret Carter and like some of you, I am a recent arrival. It hasn't been easy, trying to adjust to my new circumstances and- [there’s a pause.] - abilities, but I only want to say one thing.
I have no desire to stay here and I am determined to try to get everyone who wants to go home back to where they belong.
[There's a fire in her voice, like something has awoken inside of her and came rushing to the surface.]
You have my word.
((ooc: feel free to respond in either action or prose :>))
Peggy Carter | Agent Carter/MCU
"Who do you work for?" Peggy demanded of the soldier. "I refuse to go anywhere until you answer my question." The soldier remained nonplussed in the face of her demand, moving onto another newcomer.
She glanced down at the folder in her hands, flipping it open and reading it for about the hundredth time. Powers? They were certainly a possibility, given that Peggy had worked alongside a man who was imbued with super strength, agility, faster healing and various other abilities. If this was the work of Leviathan, then she needed to find out how they were able to take her here without having any recall about how she was taken in the first place. It simply would not do. There was too much at stake back home for Peggy to remain here.
After taking a deep breath, she approached the nearest person to her and does her very best to look calm. Now was not the time to be intimidating, especially when others seemed just as confused as Peggy was.
"What have the soldiers told you about where we are?" Then, as an afterthought. "Please."
[3]
The growing crowd around her failed to deter Peggy from the suspect she had been tracking for the past hour or so but they were making it difficult for her to see him. "Excuse me, please." Peggy raised her voice, trying to sound polite at the same time. "I need to get through." Still, the crowd pushed forward, some of them with pen and paper in hand, holding them out to Peggy. Others had cameras and snapped pictures, one after another. The flash hurt her eyes and Peggy gritted her teeth, patience all but running out.
"For God's sake, let me through!!" She roared, eyes ablaze.
Her outburst seemed to have the desired effect as the crowd backed quickly away from Peggy, some of them looking hurt by what she said. There was no time to waste as Peggy moved quickly forward, hoping to catch up with the suspect...who was nowhere to be seen, She looked around wildly, checking for any alleyways or places that he could have ducked into as a means of evading her.
"Bloody hell." Peggy grumbled, running a hand through her hair. She could definitely use a drink now. Hours of work down the drain because of some imbeciles who wanted her attention. It would require some more surveillance on her part to come close to finding him again and bring him forward to justice. Taking out her notepad, Peggy wrote down an entry.
2.43pm: Lost suspect in De Chima. Will need to start from scratch in order to locate him.
She tucked the notepad away in her jacket and turned in the other direction, heading back to where the Porter was so that she could return back home. If anyone should come across Peggy right now, they would notice a very foul expression on her face.
[network; voice;]
Hello.
[The voice that comes over the feed is distinctly English, and despite her mood, Peggy is polite.]
My name is Margaret Carter and like some of you, I am a recent arrival. It hasn't been easy, trying to adjust to my new circumstances and- [there’s a pause.] - abilities, but I only want to say one thing.
I have no desire to stay here and I am determined to try to get everyone who wants to go home back to where they belong.
[There's a fire in her voice, like something has awoken inside of her and came rushing to the surface.]
You have my word.
((ooc: feel free to respond in either action or prose :>))