WHY AM I HERE? were the first words Alex had spoken on American soil, his unflinching gaze fixed on this new Director’s face. The answer he had received was vague at best– something about them being down good men in the rebuild. He didn’t argue. There was no point. Not until the moment he might feel something off.
Instead, he went on three separate ‘outings’, each mundane at best, but better than being shot at. On his return from the third, he was told he was being assigned to one Laila Campbell. A girl who was his age. WHY? Well, he had to figure that part out on his own.
All in all, Alex ended up standing before a door and knocking, because at this point in his career, he was a little sick of playing the ‘watch from the sidelines until something happens,’ game. And, well, they’d asked for HIM to do it, so maybe they should’ve considered he wouldn’t take protocol or ANYTHING LIKE IT into account.
one thing she had insisted on when she was told to stay put instead of going back HOME, for a while at least, was that no one interrupted her naps. they had laughed at her until they realized it wasn’t a joke– she wonders now, with a knock at the door, if they had actually realized her threat of kicking them wasn’t e m p t y.
if she thought it might work she would have just grunted from the bed but she pushes herself out from under the blanket && smooths her hair back. even if she doesn’t feel up to kicking them she can always knock them on their ass, she decides, && it brings a small smile to her lips.
opens the door && the plan of attack vanishes at the face she doesn’t quite recognize “who the hell are you?” she blurts out, a frown replaces the smile && she squints at him. NO, she doesn’t recognize him – she takes that as meaning she also doesn’t have to try && be n i c e “—-actually, why the hell are you knocking my door.”
“I hate to be the one to break this to you – But people have already invented things stronger than coffee. I’d argue that a good cuppa is better than a coffee, and is a lot healthier than any of your other options.” Fitz rambled, lifting his eyebrows as he glanced over at at her, barely missing a beat as he worked on reassembling Davies mobile.
“what sort of bullshit —- there’s no caffeine in tea. tea SUCKS compared to coffee, can tea keep you awake for three days with barely any sleep?? N O P E, not at all” arms cross over her chest, eyes narrow&& it doesn’t occur to her that maybe starting an argument over tea vs coffee with a brit isn’t a good idea. “screw health &&tea.”
Lincoln let her get it all out. Just let her carry on, and he took it, because he knew she was digging herself in and was just waiting for the sucker punch. When it came, he couldn’t help a dry laugh, but it wasn’t because she was funny. “Of course you did. Because when we’re pissed off, we’re more honest. It’s in our genes, just like being inhuman, and just like an affinity for picking up addictions to cover the holes in our souls. But you weren’t here for that, either, so I don’t think you would try and understand. Good luck with everything, Laila. Hope you find what you’re looking for.” Turning on his heel, he knew he needed to get out of the situation. His anger was better controlled, but the hurt he was feeling was making him feel numb. It wasn’t undeserved, but it was still not entirely welcome.
all air leaves her lungs – for the first time since terrigenisis she feels like she truly cannot breathe. remembers the guilt weighing HEAVY on her shoulders since the day she went to paris, the weight that had felt crushing when they told her he was dead. pride && frustration f l e e faster than her legs carry her after him ;; her hand curls around his arm but it’s not firm( she is, after all, the one who just fucked up again. she won’t force him not to walk away like she had. ) “i wasn’t being honest, i didn’t mean it— i’m just a jerk&& you know i don’t think before running my mouth && i wanted to HURT you.” pauses at her own admission, at her own honesty. “what i’ve been looking for– for months – was just to make it up to you. i’ve been trying to find ways i could make it up to you && to the universe for being the worst sister ever. i fucked that up but…i want to try &&understand. i really do linc.“
daisy is taken aback by the similar features of the two siblings. and she’s beginning to feel overwhelmed by her emotions again. she had spent so much time with lincoln that she recognized what guilt looked like easily to the ginger girl, their features being so much alike. ❛ he uh — didn’t speak very much about you but i know that he cared and loved you. ❜ daisy spoke softly trying to maybe comfort ?? the younger campbell. ❛ i’m not sure. lincoln … he was my home. and now i just feel numb. ❜
“i wouldn’t have expected him to talk about me much – god knows i haven’t. last time we saw each other wasn’t…when i left we weren’t on the best of terms” an understatement, teeth DIG into her bottom lip to force herself to shut up. taste of copper on the tip of her tongue, her hand twists in her long hair ;; a sigh leaves her lips, eyes on the floor. “i’m not the one who needs comfort here —– i’ve heard feeling n u m b is kinda typical with loss but…have you thought about grief counselling?? i can’t believe i even suggested it but it could HELP, probably. don’t quote me on it, i’ve never considered therapy in my life.”
“——– i still don’t like you, you nearly broke my arm” maybe she deserved it &&maybe she started it but she also like’s having full use of her arm. “next time i’ll…mess up your hair– not that i’m planing on threatening you again.”
legs swinging childishly, boredom drives her to tapping her nails on the steel table ( part of her is waiting for someone to tell her to shut up just so she can carry on && feel DEFIANT. ) “you’re smart, right? can you invent something stronger than coffee??? tell the rest of the smart people to get on that or something ;;pretty please.”
welcome to the rules page, ngl most of these are the standard you see everywhere but some are p important so please try && make it through. i’ll give you brownies. i’m Kita, i'm 17, at college redoing my a-levels after i failed terribly && I am TRASH for the bad guys, sort of worryingly. never be afraid to hmu &&, for the record, just call me trash or bitch to be my friend really.
general
this is a blog for an oc sibling of lincoln campbell, which i would hope you’d know before following tbh, but the same goes here on my ori blog -- no hate on oc siblings or children pls. laila isn’t getting in the way of lincolns story line && only comes into any of this after the season 3 finale.
triggers
there will be some triggers here, as with all my blogs. her brothers alcoholism will more than likely be referenced && it also had a large effect on her. she herself dealt with her own issues in childhood && is known to try && change others bc she feels she should have stuck around to try && help lincoln. i’ll tag these things when i see them but occasionally some stuff will slip through -- just lemme know && i’ll fix it.
mains && exclusives
i’m always here for mains, ngl, it’s v nice to have someone i know is always down for me coming at them with plots. i will only have 3 mains for one character at a time &&obviously there’s a difference between ship && full exclusivity. my exclusive && mains list is here.
woops, time to be an asshole
there’s some fcs i don’t feel very comfortable rping with based on things i can’t really get past. that’s my problem && all but this is MY blog && if we don’t really know each other && you have one of these fcs i probably won’t want to rp with you -- holland roden, colton haynes.
shipping
i'm open to any ship tbh but as previously mentioned, laila has a habit of trying to change the people around her which doesn't make very great relationships as you can imagine.
smut
i’m seventeen so smut is a no no&& i don’t see it ever being a yes either.
following
i am both selective &&private. this means i will only RP with mutuals && even then may be selective. it’s just something for my mental health&& to help me manage my time better. i do not follow personal blogs unless i know the person well or they post stuff i like most of the time. i reserve the right to unfollow at any time but I’m happy to provide a why.
icons
i make all of my icons with time && effort. i cap them myself && they are under no circumstances up for public use. i do commissions&& if you can’t afford it i do sometimes accept requests too.
replies
i’m not a fast replier in general. please don’t expect me to spit them out very fast because it won’t happen. most things go in my drafts && some are queued. i have a busy life&& that makes it hard to be on top of all my shit.
formatting
i format my posts with tiny text&& usually 55px icons however you NEVER need to match it. if you have sight problems please tell me&& i’ll be careful with how i format.
plotting
i love to plot things honestly. gimme all the pre-established relationships&& aus. plotting is great. i'm also hella here to plot things with lincs where she didn't cut contact with him completely.
memes
always feel free to send me a meme. you don’t have to but if you do && want to turn it into a thread?make a new post && tag me.
bit of trouble. ten years younger than her brother, she grows up idolising him && pleads ignorance to his drinking problem until she can't anymore. faced with the reality of putting people on a pedestal, she lashed out selfishly.
never happy. at 18, having already disowned her brother && refusing to take it back, she moves to paris with a friend to chase her dreams. she doesn't get much closer to happiness && channels the guilt of leaving her brother into changing those around her instead.
guilty mind. when she goes through terrigensis alone, she keeps it her little secret. that is until shield comes to her door to inform her of her brothers heroic sacrifice. guilt hits her hard for never making up with him && she offers daisy help if she ever needs it, for her brother.
nada yet
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tba
BASIC INFORMATION
FULL NAME: laila elle campbell
NICKNAME: la la, airhead, elle
AGE: 21
BIRTH DATE: 20/03/1995
POWER: aerokinesis
ETHNICITY: white
GENDER: cis female
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: bi (leans towards girls)
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: ditto
RELIGION: athiest
SPOKEN LANGUAGE:english, french
CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: appartment in paris (shared with friend)
OCCUPATION: artist
RELATIONSHIPS
PARENTS: mr && mrs campbell
SIBLINGS: lincoln campbell (older brother; deceased)
a private,selective blog for an oc sister of lincoln campbell from marvels agents of SHIELD on abc.
my job to save
canon compliant. au && fandom flexible. happy to adapt. please be aware, TRIGGERING CONTENT will be found on this blog. est. 29.03.17. long periods of low activity.
STATS
0 drafts&& 0 inbox as of 29.03.17. accepting new plots.