James 'Bucky' Barnes (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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revivalproject2021-06-07 02:06 pm
thestaremaster) wrote in revivalproject2021-06-07 02:06 pm
This is new for me. OK?
WHO: Bucky Barnes, OTA
WHERE: Fountain, Network, The Deep End
WHAT: Arrival
WHEN: Early June
WARNINGS: TBD
Arrival
Bucky was still reeling from having that information forcibly shoved into his mind, and he took a half step back, eyes narrowing at the data point as he tried to push down the memories it evoked.
He had to focus.
Aliens. It just had to be aliens. Sam was never going to give it a rest now. The damn 'Big Three'.
He rubbed a hand over his brow and sighed, lifting it again to spot a figure in the distance.
"Hey- wait up-" he called, not sure if they were a fellow 'He Row' or one of the jerks that had brought him here, but either way- he wanted a word.
Network
[Bucky looks a bit uncomfortable on camera, offering a stiff smile for a moment, before quickly abandoning it.]
Hey- uh...
[He frowns and tries to wave an insistent mothkitten away, but the gleam of his arm keeps drawing it back.]
Someone wanna catch me up on this place?
The Deep End
His fingers drummed on the countertop, frowning in thought. Of course when he'd finally reached a place where he was ready to explore opening up he got pulled away to fight someone else's fight.
It didn't feel right to be so bitter, he's put a lot of bad out into the universe, if some force out there wanted to make him to continue to make amends for that could he really object?...Definitely. But it didn't do much to help the conflict in his mind.
He tried to think about what the doc might say. She'd never dealt with anything quite like this, but that was true for most everything they talked about, and she did all right.
"...How long have you been here?" he asked, breaking that long silence with a sudden turn of his head to acknowledge he wasn't alone, taking a long sip of his drink.
WHERE: Fountain, Network, The Deep End
WHAT: Arrival
WHEN: Early June
WARNINGS: TBD
Arrival
Bucky was still reeling from having that information forcibly shoved into his mind, and he took a half step back, eyes narrowing at the data point as he tried to push down the memories it evoked.
He had to focus.
Aliens. It just had to be aliens. Sam was never going to give it a rest now. The damn 'Big Three'.
He rubbed a hand over his brow and sighed, lifting it again to spot a figure in the distance.
"Hey- wait up-" he called, not sure if they were a fellow 'He Row' or one of the jerks that had brought him here, but either way- he wanted a word.
Network
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Hey- uh...
[He frowns and tries to wave an insistent mothkitten away, but the gleam of his arm keeps drawing it back.]
Someone wanna catch me up on this place?
The Deep End
His fingers drummed on the countertop, frowning in thought. Of course when he'd finally reached a place where he was ready to explore opening up he got pulled away to fight someone else's fight.
It didn't feel right to be so bitter, he's put a lot of bad out into the universe, if some force out there wanted to make him to continue to make amends for that could he really object?...Definitely. But it didn't do much to help the conflict in his mind.
He tried to think about what the doc might say. She'd never dealt with anything quite like this, but that was true for most everything they talked about, and she did all right.
"...How long have you been here?" he asked, breaking that long silence with a sudden turn of his head to acknowledge he wasn't alone, taking a long sip of his drink.
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"That sucks." He sips and points with his chin at his left hand. "I bet those stories lead into that thing's story, eh?"
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"This? Nah, I was just born with it," he teases lightly, though it a place like this maybe that's not so obvious.
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"Was the robot your ma or your dad? Either way, man. Good genetics. Thing looks sleek as fuck. I wish I had something like that instead of creaking 40 year-old joints. Betcha you don't have to worry about your shoulder popping in the rain."