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revivalproject2022-10-10 09:10 pm
thestaremaster) wrote in revivalproject2022-10-10 09:10 pm
No Plan. Great.
WHO: Bucky Barnes, OTA
WHERE: Temba woods
WHAT: Not dealing with feelings
WHEN: Early October
WARNINGS: :|
This Bucky kept to himself much like so many of the Buckys that had graced Agra 10 over the years. It was possible few had noticed any absence at all, though they may notice that his mood had certainly soured. His words were few and far between, and there seemed to be a permanent sort of glare set in his eyes.
He busied himself most days with hard labor, disappearing into the woods and felling trees. Whether you went out after him or happened upon him by chance, it wasn't hard to miss once you stumbled into the clearing he'd made.
From the looks of things Bucky could just about clear cut this whole forest if this mood continued. There were piles of logs and debris in various states of finish, and the loud sound of each blow of the axe echoing out in an impatient rhythm. One that halted abruptly, glancing back to acknowledge your presence briefly before he continued without a word.
WHERE: Temba woods
WHAT: Not dealing with feelings
WHEN: Early October
WARNINGS: :|
This Bucky kept to himself much like so many of the Buckys that had graced Agra 10 over the years. It was possible few had noticed any absence at all, though they may notice that his mood had certainly soured. His words were few and far between, and there seemed to be a permanent sort of glare set in his eyes.
He busied himself most days with hard labor, disappearing into the woods and felling trees. Whether you went out after him or happened upon him by chance, it wasn't hard to miss once you stumbled into the clearing he'd made.
From the looks of things Bucky could just about clear cut this whole forest if this mood continued. There were piles of logs and debris in various states of finish, and the loud sound of each blow of the axe echoing out in an impatient rhythm. One that halted abruptly, glancing back to acknowledge your presence briefly before he continued without a word.
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"...I'm going to give you a chance to rephrase that," he says with a low voice.
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"And if I don't?" Dustin asks, ducking his chin. His tone isn't petulant anymore; now he's wary, cautiously assessing. Bucky was not on his list of people to avoid, so either he's secretly a murderer or he's bluffing.