<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/HotMenChart_Michael_Churchill_11-1-1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: John Aaron / Ares<br/><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br/><strong>Location</strong>: John’s bedroom<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Carol<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Carol broke the kiss as the battle in the hallway progressed. There were several actors now, and John’s eyes swept his room looking eagerly for his ax, but saw only emptiness. Just as Carol sighed, John closed his eyes and sighed but for an entirely different reason. His eyes snapped open when Carol lifted off the ground. He glanced down to see that his feet were inches off the floor, and then she settled.<br/><br/>Several events followed with the familiar, resonating voice of the damned sorcerer filling the corridor. John glanced over his shoulder with anger furrowing his brow. He had some unfinished business to settle with that wizard. He not only had tried to choke him, but then he gave him a note from his trifling sister. It made him wonder if he knew that she was going to wreck his room. It was a set up!<br/><br/>The hall went silent and the air no longer hummed with an omnipotent presence. John arched his lip in disgust and gazed back at Carol as she spoke about them having time to eat before they needed to leave. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but if it screamed battle, the<del>God of War</del>…never mind.<br/><br/>Carol’s hands found rest against his solid pectorals as she brushed her lips against his own, it had been light and smooth, and quite the tease when she withdrew. John gave the blonde beauty a head start as she left his room. There was a long, proud smirk curled on his lips. He had handled that situation quite well, and it had gotten rather hot. Of course, it might have gone better if two nuisances hadn’t started up in the hall, but as soon as John left his room, he was memorizing faces. Disturbing his intimate moments was unforgivable.<br/><br/><strong>This is Captain Steve Rodgers…</strong><br/><br/>John frowned in confusion. Where was the voice coming from? It emanated from his pants, and his eyes widened briefly as he feared that his trousers might have been bugged (and in such an awkward fashion).<br/><br/>“What in Aegea…” John muttered as he began patting down and brushing his fingers over his pants, searching for the source. He felt his wallet in his back pocket and removed it. He then parted the black-leather, skull-printed item and glanced at his Avengers ID staring back at him. He studied the card briefly before he flipped his wallet closed, stuffed it into his back pocket, and went to join Carol.<br/><br/><strong><em>Continued in Fluid Time thread...</em></strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=130951.0)