[i-a. The Deadliest Game] [The thing about paintball is that it's a lot like a military maneuver or a training exercise, in some ways, especially out here in the jungle. Bucky signed up because it sounded like actual fun - more so than fancy parties and magic whatevers. He's getting into it, decked out in camo, jacket collar up against the chill, a glove over his left hand to keep the metal from glinting in the light that filters through the trees.
He's, unsurprisingly, a hell of a good shot. If you've left yourself open or separated from your team, a shot might come out of nowhere - from high in a tree, or crouched in the shadows of a natural rock formation. Or maybe he just narrowly misses you and now you have to wonder where the next shot will come from.]
[i-b. Teammates] [Or maybe you've found yourself on an impromptu team with Bucky instead, partnering up to take on everyone else. Especially if another player is younger, or not as good a shot, he wants to give them a chance to stay in the game longer.
Ducked behind a rocky outcropping, Bucky reloads his gun, face mask tugged down to get a breath of air. He glances over, filling the barrel with a few paint pods.] See anyone coming yet?
[ii. Washing Off] [Glitter. Motherfucking glitter. Needless to say, Bucky Barnes has regrets. After the game, he can be found in the washroom, either the men's or the gender-neutral because frankly he's too eager to try and get the glitter off himself to care, as long as it's not the women's washroom. He's completely bare, seated on one of the little stools, scrubbing at the burst of glitter across the back of his head and neck. At least it missed his face, mostly, and missed his left arm. The last thing the prosthetic needs is glitter gumming up the works.
Feel free to either laugh at his plight or take notice of the extensive scarring on his body, which is usually concealed by clothing. Wet and covered in soap, he's still trying to scrub the sparkles out of his hair.] How the hell do you get this shit off?
[iii. Lounge] [Glitter does not come off.
Clean and dressed, hair still wet, Bucky can be found in the lounge, at the hot chocolate bar, pouring a liberal amount of bourbon into his cup. It's about 50-50 alcohol to hot chocolate, but he deserves it. His hair still faintly sparkles. It was... it was a time.
He won't be sticking around for too long before it's back to work, but for now, he's going to have a hot drink and sulk about being sparkly.]
[ooc: If you want your character to be the one to knock Bucky out of the game with a glitter bomb, hmu at nekky, he's 100% going down with glitter.]
Bucky Barnes | OTA
[The thing about paintball is that it's a lot like a military maneuver or a training exercise, in some ways, especially out here in the jungle. Bucky signed up because it sounded like actual fun - more so than fancy parties and magic whatevers. He's getting into it, decked out in camo, jacket collar up against the chill, a glove over his left hand to keep the metal from glinting in the light that filters through the trees.
He's, unsurprisingly, a hell of a good shot. If you've left yourself open or separated from your team, a shot might come out of nowhere - from high in a tree, or crouched in the shadows of a natural rock formation. Or maybe he just narrowly misses you and now you have to wonder where the next shot will come from.]
[i-b. Teammates]
[Or maybe you've found yourself on an impromptu team with Bucky instead, partnering up to take on everyone else. Especially if another player is younger, or not as good a shot, he wants to give them a chance to stay in the game longer.
Ducked behind a rocky outcropping, Bucky reloads his gun, face mask tugged down to get a breath of air. He glances over, filling the barrel with a few paint pods.] See anyone coming yet?
[ii. Washing Off]
[Glitter. Motherfucking glitter. Needless to say, Bucky Barnes has regrets. After the game, he can be found in the washroom, either the men's or the gender-neutral because frankly he's too eager to try and get the glitter off himself to care, as long as it's not the women's washroom. He's completely bare, seated on one of the little stools, scrubbing at the burst of glitter across the back of his head and neck. At least it missed his face, mostly, and missed his left arm. The last thing the prosthetic needs is glitter gumming up the works.
Feel free to either laugh at his plight or take notice of the extensive scarring on his body, which is usually concealed by clothing. Wet and covered in soap, he's still trying to scrub the sparkles out of his hair.] How the hell do you get this shit off?
[iii. Lounge]
[Glitter does not come off.
Clean and dressed, hair still wet, Bucky can be found in the lounge, at the hot chocolate bar, pouring a liberal amount of bourbon into his cup. It's about 50-50 alcohol to hot chocolate, but he deserves it. His hair still faintly sparkles. It was... it was a time.
He won't be sticking around for too long before it's back to work, but for now, he's going to have a hot drink and sulk about being sparkly.]
[ooc: If you want your character to be the one to knock Bucky out of the game with a glitter bomb, hmu at