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entrancelogs2014-06-27 06:29 am
assembles) wrote in entrancelogs2014-06-27 06:29 am
Entry tags:
- a song of ice and fire: arya stark,
- axis powers hetalia: america,
- fullmetal alchemist: edward elric,
- httyd: hiccup haddock,
- httyd: toothless,
- marvel: bucky barnes,
- marvel: loki laufeyson,
- marvel: pepper potts,
- marvel: phil coulson,
- marvel: steve rogers,
- marvel: tommy shepherd,
- the hunger games: katniss everdeen,
- the mummy: evelyn carnahan
we were born with nothing [OPEN]
Who: Steve Rogers and YOU
Where: All over Wonderland
When: Duration of the event (06/27 - 06/30)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The mansion has drained everyone of their powers, and in the case of Steve Rogers, that results in a pretty large (or rather, small) change. (Replies will come frompreserum).
The Story:
1.
Sometimes, Steve has dreams where he's the way he used to be. Small and frail, but still full of spark. Sometimes there's an explanation for it. The Red Skull catches up to him and somehow drains all of the serum's power out of him, to leave him weak and gasping on the floor. Sometimes there's no explanation at all. He's in his Captain America uniform, he's running around with his shield and trying to make a difference, but his heart's racing and his chest's burning.
He's never thought much of these dreams. The first twenty or so years of his life, that's all he'd known. It makes sense that it returns to him in his dreams.
But on this particular morning, when he wakes up the dream isn't over. Steve opens his eyes and draws in a shaky breath. His heart beats ineffectively, and at first he doesn't even feel like he has the strength to get out of bed. Instead he falls out of it, and when he hits the floor it hurts a lot more than it should.
When Steve picks himself up, his body is both familiar and completely wrong. The shorts he'd slept in, now far too big for him, immediately slip to the floor. Steve had finally started to learn his new shape, and yet here he is again, shrunk back into a form that had never actually been able to support him. It also feels as if the world's changed around him, like all the color's been sapped out of everything. Or is that just a result of his bad eyesight?
Steve approaches one of the mirrors in his room and pulls away the sheet he usually covers it with, to see his small stature, his thinned out face. His breath catches in his chest, and that turns into a cough, one that he's quick to muffle with his hand.
Bucky. Bucky's next door, and even if this change is temporary, Steve's reluctant to see his friend's reaction. No, he needs to get out of here. He yanks his now-too-large shirt off of his head and goes to the closet for a new set of clothes that'll fit him. Now, each action feels like it's a struggle. Before, he hadn't known what it was like to be healthy -- he'd put up with his problems because he'd never known anything different. Adjusting back to it? That's a lot harder, and just getting dressed feels like it's enough to tire him out.
He did this for years. He may have had it good for a while now, but he can do this again. It's only for a few days, right?
So once he's dressed, Steve heads for the stairs and starts down them. It's still early and he doesn't know where he's going, although halfway down those seven flights he has to pause so that he can catch his breath. He can't even walk down some stairs without his heart rate escalating, dammit.
2.
On the one hand, Steve really doesn't want to draw a lot of attention to himself. The only person here who's ever interacted with him like this is Bucky, and that's its own problem. What's everyone else going to make of it? He doesn't want their pity or their help or much of anything, which is why he doesn't pay much attention to the network and tries to keep to himself.
The easiest thing would be to lock himself up in his room, but he doesn't want to hide from this either. He's not some invalid who can't get out of bed. So instead, he wanders the grounds (at, admittedly, a rather slow pace).
It's when he's having a quick rest on one of the benches out in the gardens when a whole horde of puppies comes excitedly racing toward him. Steve blinks in surprise, but he's always admired dogs and their unwavering loyalty.
Besides, they're pretty cute, he has to admit. So when a few of them start sniffing at his legs, he reaches down to offer pets. Let's just hope none of the larger ones jump up on him and try to knock him over...
3.
A pretty common place to run into people is the the dining hall, and while Steve's usually always up for conversation, he tries to plan his meals at off times so that he finds the room empty. When he heads in well after 2100 hours, the dining hall's completely abandoned.
Not that he has much of an appetite right now. Not like when he's got the serum burning through food at an unbelievable pace.
Still, being this small again, it brings back a whole lot of memories, and before Steve can really stop himself, he thinks of the chicken noodle soup his mother used to make him when he was sick in bed with a fever. It appears on the table and he sends the bowl a sad smile before taking a seat to dig in.
4.
While once again trapped in this defective body, there's a lot Steve can no longer do. He's fairly certain that trying to throw his shield would end in disaster, and even one of his usual laps that he runs most mornings would definitely trigger an asthma attack.
What he can still do is draw, and so Steve finds a random tea room. There's a golden retriever puppy already occupying the room, but Steve doesn't mind the company. He sprawls out on the couch and the dog curls up on his stomach while Steve sketches to his heart's content.
That's the idea, at least, but one of the many downsides of being like this again is that he tires very easily, and so eventually his hand stills on his sketchpad as his eyelids flutter close and he falls asleep with his puppy companion, where anyone could find them.
5.
Wild card! Steve will make an effort to avoid people, especially those who know him, but he will wander around a fair amount, so feel free to find him out on the grounds and in various parts of the mansion. He won't be in his room except for in the evenings.
Prose or brackets, past or present tense, I will match you! ♥
Where: All over Wonderland
When: Duration of the event (06/27 - 06/30)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The mansion has drained everyone of their powers, and in the case of Steve Rogers, that results in a pretty large (or rather, small) change. (Replies will come from
preserum). The Story:
1.
Sometimes, Steve has dreams where he's the way he used to be. Small and frail, but still full of spark. Sometimes there's an explanation for it. The Red Skull catches up to him and somehow drains all of the serum's power out of him, to leave him weak and gasping on the floor. Sometimes there's no explanation at all. He's in his Captain America uniform, he's running around with his shield and trying to make a difference, but his heart's racing and his chest's burning.
He's never thought much of these dreams. The first twenty or so years of his life, that's all he'd known. It makes sense that it returns to him in his dreams.
But on this particular morning, when he wakes up the dream isn't over. Steve opens his eyes and draws in a shaky breath. His heart beats ineffectively, and at first he doesn't even feel like he has the strength to get out of bed. Instead he falls out of it, and when he hits the floor it hurts a lot more than it should.
When Steve picks himself up, his body is both familiar and completely wrong. The shorts he'd slept in, now far too big for him, immediately slip to the floor. Steve had finally started to learn his new shape, and yet here he is again, shrunk back into a form that had never actually been able to support him. It also feels as if the world's changed around him, like all the color's been sapped out of everything. Or is that just a result of his bad eyesight?
Steve approaches one of the mirrors in his room and pulls away the sheet he usually covers it with, to see his small stature, his thinned out face. His breath catches in his chest, and that turns into a cough, one that he's quick to muffle with his hand.
Bucky. Bucky's next door, and even if this change is temporary, Steve's reluctant to see his friend's reaction. No, he needs to get out of here. He yanks his now-too-large shirt off of his head and goes to the closet for a new set of clothes that'll fit him. Now, each action feels like it's a struggle. Before, he hadn't known what it was like to be healthy -- he'd put up with his problems because he'd never known anything different. Adjusting back to it? That's a lot harder, and just getting dressed feels like it's enough to tire him out.
He did this for years. He may have had it good for a while now, but he can do this again. It's only for a few days, right?
So once he's dressed, Steve heads for the stairs and starts down them. It's still early and he doesn't know where he's going, although halfway down those seven flights he has to pause so that he can catch his breath. He can't even walk down some stairs without his heart rate escalating, dammit.
2.
On the one hand, Steve really doesn't want to draw a lot of attention to himself. The only person here who's ever interacted with him like this is Bucky, and that's its own problem. What's everyone else going to make of it? He doesn't want their pity or their help or much of anything, which is why he doesn't pay much attention to the network and tries to keep to himself.
The easiest thing would be to lock himself up in his room, but he doesn't want to hide from this either. He's not some invalid who can't get out of bed. So instead, he wanders the grounds (at, admittedly, a rather slow pace).
It's when he's having a quick rest on one of the benches out in the gardens when a whole horde of puppies comes excitedly racing toward him. Steve blinks in surprise, but he's always admired dogs and their unwavering loyalty.
Besides, they're pretty cute, he has to admit. So when a few of them start sniffing at his legs, he reaches down to offer pets. Let's just hope none of the larger ones jump up on him and try to knock him over...
3.
A pretty common place to run into people is the the dining hall, and while Steve's usually always up for conversation, he tries to plan his meals at off times so that he finds the room empty. When he heads in well after 2100 hours, the dining hall's completely abandoned.
Not that he has much of an appetite right now. Not like when he's got the serum burning through food at an unbelievable pace.
Still, being this small again, it brings back a whole lot of memories, and before Steve can really stop himself, he thinks of the chicken noodle soup his mother used to make him when he was sick in bed with a fever. It appears on the table and he sends the bowl a sad smile before taking a seat to dig in.
4.
While once again trapped in this defective body, there's a lot Steve can no longer do. He's fairly certain that trying to throw his shield would end in disaster, and even one of his usual laps that he runs most mornings would definitely trigger an asthma attack.
What he can still do is draw, and so Steve finds a random tea room. There's a golden retriever puppy already occupying the room, but Steve doesn't mind the company. He sprawls out on the couch and the dog curls up on his stomach while Steve sketches to his heart's content.
That's the idea, at least, but one of the many downsides of being like this again is that he tires very easily, and so eventually his hand stills on his sketchpad as his eyelids flutter close and he falls asleep with his puppy companion, where anyone could find them.
5.
Wild card! Steve will make an effort to avoid people, especially those who know him, but he will wander around a fair amount, so feel free to find him out on the grounds and in various parts of the mansion. He won't be in his room except for in the evenings.
Prose or brackets, past or present tense, I will match you! ♥
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It occurs to him that if some of his friends saw him this close to a dragon while he was in this compromised state, they would probably have a heart attack. But Steve can see that the creature's completely friendly.
"Hey," he says as he reaches out to set his hand on the top of the dragon's head, "I'm all right. My name's Steve, how about you?" This should be a decent test to see if the dragon understands any human speech.
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Toothless rumbles, low in the back of his throat, and then opens his mouth as he takes a step back from Steve. For a second, his row of blunt white teeth are exposed. But then he retracts them into his rosy gums, and he holds his mouth open.
They're going to have to play charades for this part.
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But nothing happens. The dragon only retracts its teeth to show a set of pink gums, and Steve imagines that this is supposed to mean something.
Well, he'd asked a question. This may be the answer. Steve tilts his head to the side and thinks it over. "Uh... okay. Retractor? Gummy? No-Teeth?"
Those all sound like horrible names.
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Toothless looks mildly demoralized by the suggestion of Gummy, but then immediately brightens when No-Teeth comes along. It's close! How does he get that across?
He perks up both ears, eyes widening, and nods his head a few times, hoping it will do the job.
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"No-Teeth? Is that right? Or at least on the right track?"
Steve's never had to name any pets, so he can't say he's an expert at this kind of thing, but No-Teeth seems a little unwieldy. "I guess it doesn't matter too much, so long as you can understand me."
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It's only the details which get lost in the translation, really. Toothless understands the important parts.
Most of them, anyway. Vikings say a lot of strange things.
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As fun as it might be to pet No-Teeth here all afternoon, though, he went to all the trouble to bring his sketchbook down here, so he may as well use it. Steve leans down to pick it up from where it dropped onto the grass and then smiles at the dragon.
"Do you mind posing for me?" he asks hopefully.
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Oh, sure, he's posed for Hiccup before. It's a good day for it. Of course, Toothless won't pose for that long, only because he doesn't quantify time in the way a viking — human — does. But as long as there's a crowd of puppies to sit with, Toothless will remain in the garden for a while.
His ears perk up as he rumbles again, settling down on his stomach. Immediately, a husky puppy leaps onto his back.
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Most people would probably be more interested in riding a dragon, rather than drawing it, but Steve realizes he's in no position to be doing that right now. Maybe another time, if No-Teeth is in fact a permanent installation in the mansion.
Steve begins to sketch the outline of the dragon, and tries not to get too distracted by watching him play with all the puppies. This honestly feels like something out of a fairy tale.