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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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"If they had Banner, we'd know. Chances are he's smart enough to stay clear. I don't even know if they could restrain people like him or Thor." Yet. He doesn't say, but he knows she's thinking it too. He gives her shoulder a brief squeeze. "Look, it's just like training. The big picture is important, but you deal with what's in front of you first. You do what you can with what you know."
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That much is true, no argument coming from her at his assessment and yes... She definitely has the word yet floating in the back of her mind. Goes great with what-if. Giving a little shake of her head, she can't help but doubt a little more than she should. "Well, if the people they already grabbed don't remember anything, maybe some of the others'll be safe enough for now." There's another what-if she could bring up but she won't. "What're you gonna do? You can't stop everything on your own. We need a plan."
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"I'm not that bad." He didn't run into things half-cocked usually.
Sometimes.
He wasn't doing it right at this moment was the point. "I'm gonna see if I can figure out what they're after, and what kind of resources they're working with. Strictly recon. I'll be back in a few hours, but I want you to--" He pauses, catching himself. "I want us to check-in. With each other."
That sounds reasonable, right? Not check in with me because I don't want to leave you alone like this or I don't want to deal with this alone, either.
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"A few hours. Alright." Her gaze drops to her feet for a moment before moving back to his face, fairly certain of what he stopped himself from saying. "I'll grab a laptop out of the closet and start making some new lists so we can keep track of maybe where they're setting up strongholds or what they're targeting. I'll see what I can remember from the Wonderland phone tree up in my room and see about reaching out to a few people. That way you can also text me updates and we can keep a master list of who's been hit and who's still okay."
A list she can leave in here that they can both access in an attempt to stay ahead. It's also a really nice thing for her to focus on to stay busy because busy will be good rather than sitting and worrying about him being out there.
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"Call me if you need me, or if I can do anything else to help out. I'll see you soon." He goes to strap on the last of his weaponry, and with one last glance back at her, he closes the door and locks it behind him. If only he could believe that it would be enough t keep her, or any of them safe.