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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's taking one last shot. He can already tell that this isn't going to get through to Billy. James can't take him in a fair fight, straight-on, either... but he's been assessing Billy since he first laid eyes on him. He knows what he's planning to do.
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James moves as quickly as his enhancements allow, lifting the flash grenade from his belt to toss it into the air between them. He turns to bolt into the nearest doorway and thinks of shipyards, a maze of large containers to get lost in.