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entrancelogs2015-08-29 01:16 am
disassembles) wrote in entrancelogs2015-08-29 01:16 am
start by pulling him out of the fire [open]
Who: Bucky Barnes and YOU
Where: All over Wonderland!
When: 08/28 - 09/02
Rating: R for violence?
Summary: Sometimes the nightmare starts when you wake up.
The Story:
08/28 - 08/29 he was supposed to be an angel but they took him from that light
For a long time, James has slept with weapons always nearby, but lately he worries about night terrors; he worries about hurting someone he cares about, half-awake. He's begun to keep anything sharp away from the bed, since that day Steve woke up half his usual size.
He thinks he's dreaming when Steve attacks him that morning, fingers tight around his throat. Even when the reality sets in later, all of his bruises darkening in daylight, he can't bring himself to believe it.
He gets Darcy to a safe room that no one else knows about, and spends much of the first day gathering information with her. He already has an idea of what's happened, and he tells a few people as much.
By the second day, it's no longer a question of someone else's memory gone awry. After he makes his announcement, he returns to the safe room. He can only hope that people see it and listen to him, but at least in some cases HYDRA won't have the advantage of confusion. He has some contacts now, too, and he organizes with them, trading information and strategy with the people who responded to him. He doesn't think about the people who didn't respond. He'll find them.
HYDRA may have created the Winter Soldier in their labs, but they don't know him anymore.
08/29 - 09/01 and turned him into something hungry
James is on the hunt.
He knows another brainwashed soldier like he knows his own reflection. He stays out of sight, but he follows them, taking note of rooms with weapons and equipment of all kinds. He circles back to them at night and during odd hours of the day, cornering those who might be wandering alone. There's no point in destroying the room when they can create more of them as easily as opening a door. He makes a mess of lab work, wipes hard drives, and carefully sabotages ammunition. For the most part however, it's the people he's concerned with.
When he sees an agent strapping someone to a chair, discretion dictates that he should disappear, that the danger of reinforcements emerging quickly is too great.
Leaving someone to be brainwashed, however, would be a failure.
Perhaps he drops the HYDRA agent with a shot to the shoulder, or perhaps he tries to sneak up behind them and hold his hand over their nose and mouth, choking them out. He tries to be quick, quiet, and non-lethal. His objective is to save people. Those who are brainwashed are victims too, he's been told.
There are more familiar faces in the crosshairs of his rifle, at the end of his knife. He pleads with them, always on the defensive. More often than not, it doesn't work.
He doesn't sleep. He can't. Luckily, he doesn't need very much of it anyway.
09/02 and onward something that forgets what his hands are for when they aren’t shaking
He sleeps for almost a full day when it's over - still in a safe room, far away from everyone. He doesn't really want to wake up, but he does anyway.
He's off-balance on his feet for the first hour, learning to compensate again for the wreckage where his arm used to be. He trims the hanging wires and twists off little bits of metal, then wraps the stub of his shoulder, mostly to keep it from catching on all of his clothes. He does a passable job with the rest of the bandages, and presses lightly at fractures to gauge how they're healing. It'll all be gone in no time anyway.
He pins his sleeve up before he gets dressed and turns his phone back on. He sends a message to anyone who hasn't sent him one already, and then goes through replying to everyone else.
Eventually, it's Dodger whining at him and tugging at his pant leg that gets him out of the safe room.
He goes home. He doesn't have anywhere else to be.
[ ooc: Feel free to tag in at any point during the event! These are mostly catch-all starters. I'll match prose/brackets. ]
Where: All over Wonderland!
When: 08/28 - 09/02
Rating: R for violence?
Summary: Sometimes the nightmare starts when you wake up.
The Story:
For a long time, James has slept with weapons always nearby, but lately he worries about night terrors; he worries about hurting someone he cares about, half-awake. He's begun to keep anything sharp away from the bed, since that day Steve woke up half his usual size.
He thinks he's dreaming when Steve attacks him that morning, fingers tight around his throat. Even when the reality sets in later, all of his bruises darkening in daylight, he can't bring himself to believe it.
He gets Darcy to a safe room that no one else knows about, and spends much of the first day gathering information with her. He already has an idea of what's happened, and he tells a few people as much.
By the second day, it's no longer a question of someone else's memory gone awry. After he makes his announcement, he returns to the safe room. He can only hope that people see it and listen to him, but at least in some cases HYDRA won't have the advantage of confusion. He has some contacts now, too, and he organizes with them, trading information and strategy with the people who responded to him. He doesn't think about the people who didn't respond. He'll find them.
HYDRA may have created the Winter Soldier in their labs, but they don't know him anymore.
James is on the hunt.
He knows another brainwashed soldier like he knows his own reflection. He stays out of sight, but he follows them, taking note of rooms with weapons and equipment of all kinds. He circles back to them at night and during odd hours of the day, cornering those who might be wandering alone. There's no point in destroying the room when they can create more of them as easily as opening a door. He makes a mess of lab work, wipes hard drives, and carefully sabotages ammunition. For the most part however, it's the people he's concerned with.
When he sees an agent strapping someone to a chair, discretion dictates that he should disappear, that the danger of reinforcements emerging quickly is too great.
Leaving someone to be brainwashed, however, would be a failure.
Perhaps he drops the HYDRA agent with a shot to the shoulder, or perhaps he tries to sneak up behind them and hold his hand over their nose and mouth, choking them out. He tries to be quick, quiet, and non-lethal. His objective is to save people. Those who are brainwashed are victims too, he's been told.
There are more familiar faces in the crosshairs of his rifle, at the end of his knife. He pleads with them, always on the defensive. More often than not, it doesn't work.
He doesn't sleep. He can't. Luckily, he doesn't need very much of it anyway.
He sleeps for almost a full day when it's over - still in a safe room, far away from everyone. He doesn't really want to wake up, but he does anyway.
He's off-balance on his feet for the first hour, learning to compensate again for the wreckage where his arm used to be. He trims the hanging wires and twists off little bits of metal, then wraps the stub of his shoulder, mostly to keep it from catching on all of his clothes. He does a passable job with the rest of the bandages, and presses lightly at fractures to gauge how they're healing. It'll all be gone in no time anyway.
He pins his sleeve up before he gets dressed and turns his phone back on. He sends a message to anyone who hasn't sent him one already, and then goes through replying to everyone else.
Eventually, it's Dodger whining at him and tugging at his pant leg that gets him out of the safe room.
He goes home. He doesn't have anywhere else to be.
[ ooc: Feel free to tag in at any point during the event! These are mostly catch-all starters. I'll match prose/brackets. ]
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He also knows that this is something he brought down on her shoulders. He follows her into the room, watches her hand drop to the blade and the other grip tight around a clipboard. She's quick, and the trick itself is clever, but James is a creature of combat. He doesn't move. The clipboard bounces off his chest, and in a flash the knife is buried harmlessly between two metal fingers, caught in mid air.
James flips it and throws, aiming for the control panel's main wiring. He doesn't look at anything but her, the whole time.
"I don't want to fight you," He says. The softness in his expression is at odds with the sharp efficiency of his actions, and the way his empty hands curl at his sides. His words are still the whole-hearted truth. "HYDRA is lying to you; I think you know that they are."
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She reacted quickly when the blade was thrown again, drawing a combat knife, she turned and hit the first with the blade of the second, causing it to spin out of control away from the target and clatter to the ground. She knew she stood no chance of trying to catch it, but deflecting was an easier manoeuvre. The vibration of the two blades colliding left her hand numb, but she ignored it. Her attention was back on him as soon as the blade hit the ground. Then he spoke...
Confusion broke through layers of carefully constructed lies, because what he said... was true. How could it be true? She shook her head as if trying to rid the thought from it.
"That's... no. This is a trick." She hissed. Of anything he could have said, you know that they are made her focus briefly on her power and that truth jostled the dam holding back the buried lies. A dull ache started behind her eyes, causing her to squint as if the room was suddenly too bright.
"It doesn't matter. I am theirs to lie to. We are the only choice for peace and unity." She insisted mechanically. "Then don't fight me. Join the inevitable."
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James had always liked long odds.
"I joined already. Didn't get a t-shirt but..." James shrugs, left shoulder. The motion makes all of the plates in his arm re-settle. He gestures at the chair, short and sharp. "You know what that thing does as well as I do. HYDRA isn't giving you anything. They're taking your free will, your memories, everything that you care about. You know this is wrong. You just have to trust yourself."
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"I don't need free will or memories. I'm not meant to. I'm only meant to serve HYDRA. If you really did serve once, then why do you dare stand against them now? HYDRA is the only choice." She insists, steeling herself against the doubt, the fear. The images of green eyes and a gold diadem flash briefly in her mind and it frightens her. "How... are you doing this? How are you bypassing my power? Making your words feel like truth, when I know they're false. It's not true!"
Her movements are sloppy, hindered by her sudden burst of rage as she launches herself towards the soldier, flipping the knife in her palm so the blade pointed up, she feinted to her left (his right) at the last minute to keep herself away from that metal arm, and dropped to a crouch, trying to duck under whatever grapple might pursue her. If she manages to evade him, provided he actually does anything to stop her, she'll try to spin behind him and attempt to lodge the blade between the bottom two ribs in the right side of his ribcage.
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[OOC: Feel free to auto-stop her/grab her/block her anywhere in her movements. <3]
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He has no idea what power she's referring to, but he can guess well enough to use it.
"I'm not bypassing anything, HYDRA is--" His body moves before he fully registers the threat, his right hand going directly for her throat faster than most humans could react. The feint was easy to predict. His left arm is bare and shined bright silver for more than one reason: as deadly as it is, it's a distraction.
He drags her back in front of him by the throat, half-lifting her off the floor, and grabs her wrist with his left hand, giving it a violent shake to dislodge the knife while she's stunned and struggling for breath.
He doesn't want to do this, but he doesn't know what choice he has. At least if she's unconscious, she'll be safe. "I'm sorry. For everything."
[ooc: let me know if you need anything changed at all!]
Nope, nope! It was beautiful!
His words reached something in her that would file them away for later. For what it was worth, his apology seemed to be genuine. Not that that would mean anything to the HYDRA agent, but it would mean something to Verity when she was back in her own head.
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He lets her curl her fingers around his wrist, lets her knee him wherever she can hit. He feels it even through layers of protective clothing, but all she gets out of him is a grunt. A few bruises aren't enough to distract him from his mission. He knows that her struggling will just make her pass out sooner as her lungs burn for air.
His grip on her throat eases briefly when her fingers find their mark, and the soldier frowns. He drags her other hand over, still clutching the knife, and tries to get her to nick a shallow cut in her forearm - nothing that will cause her to bleed out, just a distraction to give him the precious few seconds he needs to finish the job.
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