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apocalypsehowcomm2021-08-17 03:04 pm
worthallthis) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2021-08-17 03:04 pm
August Catch-all
Who: Bucky Barnes (AKA the dude who doesn't have a proper name right now) and OPEN
When: August catch-all
Where: ADI headquarters, ADI apartments, around town
Summary: Just working, training, and being quietly creepy
Warnings: Internalized depersonalization
I. Patrols - ADI headquarters, ADI apartments
Working security is not entirely mindless, but it's close. Patrol around the outside of the ADI building complex, patrol through the buildings, prod the occasional air vent in the ceiling or panels in the wall just in case there's someone hiding in there, then repeat. It's familiar. It's comfortable. It's not quite mindless, but it's close enough to let him settle into diffuse focus where he doesn't have to worry about lack of orders and going home to not having anything to do there, either.
He's not averse to company on the job, but he's not... exactly chatty.
Sometimes he gets restless and repeats the process around the ADI apartment complex, too. Spot him at night, whether shortly after dinner or in the small hours of the morning, walking at a regular pace around the apartment complex fence, eyes alert but tired. He might be more chatty now-- maybe, a little-- looking over anyone who approaches and nodding in greeting.
II. Keeping or Offering an Edge - ADI headquarters
A lot of his spare time is spent in the target range and training rooms at ADI headquarters. Patrols are easy, but they don't keep you sharp. And he needs to keep sharp, especially as he's found his strength and speed... a little lacking, around here. So he can't depend on it without maintenance. Plus, maintenance helps with the pain from the arm.
So he maintains. Strength exercises, shadowboxing, practicing his aim with guns, flipping and throwing knives.
And if he sees anyone in either room looking lost or clearly struggling, he drifts over. Clasps his hands behind his back and ducks his head. "I can help train," he offers.
III. Exploration - Around town
He doesn't want to be taken by surprise by any path he'll be asked to take for ADI or for a person who needs rescued or killed, or ever be unaware of ambush points, so he does a lot of exploring around town, too. Poking his nose into shops, prowling around suburbs and apartment complexes, and looking up at trees in the park. He doesn't ever sit down in a restaurant or on a bench, but he loiters outside the former and watches the latter like he expects them to bite him, though someone could possibly convince him to try either one.
More than once he gets the cops called on him, because he does most of his wandering around in his full mask and goggles, face comfortably obscured. It helps him feel stronger, for some reason, and it means he doesn't have to deal with making eye contact or controlling his expression. Fellow ADI transplants might find him staring in stony silence at a well-meaning police officer stammering through a warning to stop hanging around residential areas.
Wanna help out?
When: August catch-all
Where: ADI headquarters, ADI apartments, around town
Summary: Just working, training, and being quietly creepy
Warnings: Internalized depersonalization
I. Patrols - ADI headquarters, ADI apartments
Working security is not entirely mindless, but it's close. Patrol around the outside of the ADI building complex, patrol through the buildings, prod the occasional air vent in the ceiling or panels in the wall just in case there's someone hiding in there, then repeat. It's familiar. It's comfortable. It's not quite mindless, but it's close enough to let him settle into diffuse focus where he doesn't have to worry about lack of orders and going home to not having anything to do there, either.
He's not averse to company on the job, but he's not... exactly chatty.
Sometimes he gets restless and repeats the process around the ADI apartment complex, too. Spot him at night, whether shortly after dinner or in the small hours of the morning, walking at a regular pace around the apartment complex fence, eyes alert but tired. He might be more chatty now-- maybe, a little-- looking over anyone who approaches and nodding in greeting.
II. Keeping or Offering an Edge - ADI headquarters
A lot of his spare time is spent in the target range and training rooms at ADI headquarters. Patrols are easy, but they don't keep you sharp. And he needs to keep sharp, especially as he's found his strength and speed... a little lacking, around here. So he can't depend on it without maintenance. Plus, maintenance helps with the pain from the arm.
So he maintains. Strength exercises, shadowboxing, practicing his aim with guns, flipping and throwing knives.
And if he sees anyone in either room looking lost or clearly struggling, he drifts over. Clasps his hands behind his back and ducks his head. "I can help train," he offers.
III. Exploration - Around town
He doesn't want to be taken by surprise by any path he'll be asked to take for ADI or for a person who needs rescued or killed, or ever be unaware of ambush points, so he does a lot of exploring around town, too. Poking his nose into shops, prowling around suburbs and apartment complexes, and looking up at trees in the park. He doesn't ever sit down in a restaurant or on a bench, but he loiters outside the former and watches the latter like he expects them to bite him, though someone could possibly convince him to try either one.
More than once he gets the cops called on him, because he does most of his wandering around in his full mask and goggles, face comfortably obscured. It helps him feel stronger, for some reason, and it means he doesn't have to deal with making eye contact or controlling his expression. Fellow ADI transplants might find him staring in stony silence at a well-meaning police officer stammering through a warning to stop hanging around residential areas.
Wanna help out?
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But that being said: Jeff is pretty stupid, and there's bound to be even more asinine questions to follow.
He looks at the other man-- what he can see of his face, anyway-- and nods. His gaze doesn't linger, though. Jeff's pretty sure the longer he stares, the more uncomfortable they'll both feel.
"Cool." He shrugs a shoulder. "You could've lied, though. Played up the mystery."
Then: "So where are we off to?" We, like this is an adventure that Jeff's just invited himself along for.
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For a weapon with no real sense of self, the thing that is not James Buchanan Barnes can be pretty judgmental sometimes. He just mostly does it safely on the inside of his head, or behind a mask.
He doesn't really have an answer for the question, though, as he's most likely just going to do another circuit of the city until the it gets close enough to curfew to need to get back. "Where were you going?"
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He looks over at the other man and explains, unprompted, "I was just putting some cash down on a guitar." Jeff points back at the music store, like there's anywhere else he would've been buying a guitar. "It's pretty expensive, so I can't afford it yet, but I think of it, like, an investment? 'Cause once I've got a solid, you know, workhorse kind of guitar, I can get some real gigs, and it'll pay for itself. So every time I get a little bit of cash from the ADI, I bring it here and put another payment down."
He's rambling. None of this is of any relevance to anyone but Jeff. It occurs to him that he doesn't know this guy's name, and the guy probably doesn't know his, so without skipping a beat in his step, he glances aside and offers his hand to shake. "I'm Jeff."
my turn to take a little to reply, oof
Finally there's something to respond to that he understands. "Hello, Jeff," he says solemnly. He does not, weirdly, offer his own name in return. Rambly dude is going to have to ask. Sorry, man. Then, he offers: "I can walk you home."
nah you're good!
In any case, Jeff seems amenable to the offer, and he nods. "Sure. You ever been to Bonnie's before? That's where I live. It's pretty cool, everyone's nice and you can come and go whenever you want."
Then: "Hey, dude, you got a name? What should I call you?"
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He doesn't quite sigh at the question, though maybe he might like to. Instead, he changes their direction slightly to start towards Bonnie's. "People here have been calling me Winter."