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hadriel_logs2016-09-06 05:46 pm
wipedclean) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-09-06 05:46 pm
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it's like forgetting the words to your favorite song
Who: Bucky Barnes and Various
What: September Open Log
Where: Caves, Orchard, Bar, Various
When: Month of September
Warnings: None yet, but there's potentially some talk about Hydra etc., and possibly zombie fiteing threads going in here later.
[The longer he's here, the more anxious he feels. Memories are returning slowly, in fragmented pieces that make very little sense. It hurts, more often than not, because the memories usually are not at all nice. His kills are the most easily remembered. Every mission he's been on comes back more accurately than the shards of memories of before.
More often than not he's confused and upset. The only mission he knows he has is to protect Steve, keep him safe, keep him healthy, but apart from that, he doesn't know what he's meant to do. Most of his days are spent with what he's started to think of as busy work, things that don't need doing, but are better than just following Steve around like a sad puppy.]
Caves (or nearby)
[He hunts. He hunts often, whenever he feels Steve is safe enough to leave without a giant bodyguard hovering somewhere nearby. The variety of monsters in the caves means he can concentrate on a different kind each time he goes out, which keeps him on his toes. Keeps him sharp.
He's just pulling a carcass of a Bereskarn in from a recent kill, to a place where he can better take it apart into whatever meat or other supplies he can get from the corpse. It looks like this fight was a little more rough than he would have liked: there's a slash across the front of his chest, the leather split and jagged and the wounds beneath it bleeding slowly, though he seems to pay them no mind.]
Orchard
[The orchard is, in his opinion, one of the better gifts the so-called "gods" have offered them. Picking fruit and vegetables is menial work, but it's calming, and it's needed. He doesn't mind it. He's got a large basket of some fruit that's vaguely familiar to something found on earth and definitely edible. He's actually humming softly to himself as he does it, something that, if you listen closely, is almost (but not quite) In the Mood by Glen Miller.]
Bar
[He doesn't actually drink alcohol if he can help it. It doesn't affect him much anyway, but he wants to avoid any incapacitating effects anyway. However, he does enjoy the drinks that have distinct flavors: fruity, sweet, sour... anything that's different. He likes flavors.
He also finds it interesting to observe those who frequent the bar, what they drink, and what they do there, though he rarely engages with anyone on his own. He sits in the corner and watches with the keen, deadly gaze of an expert sniper.]
...or write your own starter!
What: September Open Log
Where: Caves, Orchard, Bar, Various
When: Month of September
Warnings: None yet, but there's potentially some talk about Hydra etc., and possibly zombie fiteing threads going in here later.
[The longer he's here, the more anxious he feels. Memories are returning slowly, in fragmented pieces that make very little sense. It hurts, more often than not, because the memories usually are not at all nice. His kills are the most easily remembered. Every mission he's been on comes back more accurately than the shards of memories of before.
More often than not he's confused and upset. The only mission he knows he has is to protect Steve, keep him safe, keep him healthy, but apart from that, he doesn't know what he's meant to do. Most of his days are spent with what he's started to think of as busy work, things that don't need doing, but are better than just following Steve around like a sad puppy.]
Caves (or nearby)
[He hunts. He hunts often, whenever he feels Steve is safe enough to leave without a giant bodyguard hovering somewhere nearby. The variety of monsters in the caves means he can concentrate on a different kind each time he goes out, which keeps him on his toes. Keeps him sharp.
He's just pulling a carcass of a Bereskarn in from a recent kill, to a place where he can better take it apart into whatever meat or other supplies he can get from the corpse. It looks like this fight was a little more rough than he would have liked: there's a slash across the front of his chest, the leather split and jagged and the wounds beneath it bleeding slowly, though he seems to pay them no mind.]
Orchard
[The orchard is, in his opinion, one of the better gifts the so-called "gods" have offered them. Picking fruit and vegetables is menial work, but it's calming, and it's needed. He doesn't mind it. He's got a large basket of some fruit that's vaguely familiar to something found on earth and definitely edible. He's actually humming softly to himself as he does it, something that, if you listen closely, is almost (but not quite) In the Mood by Glen Miller.]
Bar
[He doesn't actually drink alcohol if he can help it. It doesn't affect him much anyway, but he wants to avoid any incapacitating effects anyway. However, he does enjoy the drinks that have distinct flavors: fruity, sweet, sour... anything that's different. He likes flavors.
He also finds it interesting to observe those who frequent the bar, what they drink, and what they do there, though he rarely engages with anyone on his own. He sits in the corner and watches with the keen, deadly gaze of an expert sniper.]
...or write your own starter!
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