<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/t9BtGgJ.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Thor<br/><strong>Race</strong>: Asgardian/Elder God<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Area 51 Holding Cells<br/><strong>Time</strong>: 6:00 pm.<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Carol<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Anything goes<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Broken Armor<br/><hr/><br/>It was always hard to hear himself say the words. The truth about Blake. How a figment had become real, and now had to deal with the fact that all he knew had been a lie, as he himself was just a persona and nothing more. It haunted him at night sometimes, knowing a man had to live with that knowledge for the rest of his life. He stood rooted to the spot, barely moving when Carol threw herself at him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, planting a gentle kiss against her forehead and smiling for the first time in a<em>very</em>long time.<br/><br/>Loki had tried nearly nonstop to break Thor, but he always found some reason to remain strong. He'd been close to losing hope though. There seemed to be no way out, no rescue, no way to make things right. Giving up had been about the only choice Thor could think of. But now Carol was here and everything changed. True they didn't have their powers, but both of them were still warriors born and bled in battle. They could do this...<em>together</em>.<br/><br/>He'd almost ignored the alarm klaxons, but they slammed into his ears when she pulled him out of his cell and into the hallway. He looked down at the bodies of the two guards and smirked. He'd learned long, long ago to never underestimate a determined woman. Too bad for them they'd never figured that out. "Loki has tampered with mine as well. And it seems nothing worth doing is ever easy. It's been far too long since I've busted skulls without my powers...that<em>is</em>a term you humans use, correct? Busting skulls?"<br/><br/>He caught the gun and aimed down the sight. Then got a good grip on it. He'd learned how to use many human weapons in his time on Midgard, and a firearm was incredibly easy. Aim and pull the trigger. She asked how they could escape, and he started to pace back and forth. He could think of nothing, absolutely nothing...until! "The garbage chutes! They aren't far from here, and if we can get to them we'll be out of the facility before they know where we've gone! Come! Follow me!" Nodding at her to follow, he picked up the keycards from one of the guards and rushed toward the door at the end of the hall.<br/>