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riverviewlogs2017-04-22 11:21 am
anotheroldsoldier) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-04-22 11:21 am
[open] gonna live my life like i'm gonna die young
who: Bucky Barnes [616] and YOU
what: Catch-all for fireflies stuff and misc. If you want a specific prompt, hit me up at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
nekky
when: Next to last week of April and into May
where: Various
warnings: None atm.
[OOC NOTE: Bucky is out of the city on a mission from April 23-29, returning on the 29th. Any other date in April or May is fine. For the fireflies prompts, if you want red/lust, please hit me up on plurk or discord (nekky#8210) first, and it's only open to 21+ characters who already have positive cr with Bucky.]
[Parking Garage, Any Date]
[Apparently, Bucky has done enough that when his motorcycle came through the portal, the guards brought it down to the parking structure beneath the housing building and left him a glowing note with the keys. He's pleased, despite himself. It means he doesn't have to save up for one from this place, and if he's honest, he's fond of this particular bike.
It's gleaming cherry red and chrome, the frame a bit vintage - it's an Indian brand, likely a Scout model, but it's clearly had a lot of work and upkeep done on it, and plenty of upgrades. He's got it parked in a space near the wall, and two helmets hung on hooks nearby it, which he'd had to purchase in Riverview. Not that he usually wears one. He lives on the edge.
In the early afternoons, or the evenings, if he isn't on patrol with the Guard, he can be found in the parking garage, knelt down on the concrete in thrift store jeans and an oil-stained white t-shirt, working on his baby. He always seems to be in a good mood at these times, occasionally even humming something under his breath, or playing the radio at a reasonable volume on something that sounds like classic rock.]
[Pest Control Service]
[Despite being part of Search and Rescue specifically, Bucky works with the general Perimeter Guard often. It gives him more to do; he's always happy to get out and get to work. While other teams handle the docile behemoth, Bucky enlists to deal with the suddenly aggressive six-limbed creatures whose homes have been disturbed.
Considering the well-camouflaged nature of the creatures, he's chosen not to go out as Captain America, instead wearing clothes more typical of the Perimeter Guard to blend in better in the jungle. He still carries the shield on his back, and a rifle in his hands, not to mention the handgun at his hip, the knife attached to his thigh, the smaller knife in his boot... etc.
Trekking through the underbrush, he turns to his companion on this little trip and says lowly,] Keep your ears peeled. There was a group of them spotted in this area.
[A Gym Near Communal Housing, Early Mornings]
[Bucky likes this gym best out of the few nearby that he's tried. It's on the way to the Perimeter Guard HQ, near enough to the communal housing building, and blessedly quiet in the mornings. He gets up early to go running with Steve or Yuri, and then he hits the gym before work, which is usually about empty. What he works on depends on the day.
Today, the knuckles of his right hand are wrapped, and he's been training on the punching bag, working through a series of rapid, efficient punches and kicks. His fists pound against the vinyl of the bag hard, over and over, pummeling it without worrying about holding back. He's strong, and not just because of the gleaming metal arm, visible since he's wearing a sweat-drenched tank top instead of sleeves.
Eventually, though, the left fist punches a hole through it, and it sadly leaks sand onto the mat. He sinks back onto his ass on the mats, running his fingers through his sweaty hair.] Fuck me.
[Floor 5 Balcony, Any Date]
[Sometimes in the evenings, he hangs out on the deck with a beer, watching the sun sink below the horizon and the stars start to come out. The sky is different out here; occasionally he still looks for Earth's moon before he remembers that this isn't his galaxy and they're on a moon already. The ball in the sky is an unfamiliar planet in the distance. He picks out constellations with a beer in his hand, feet kicked up as he lounges on a deck chair, and he's usually amenable to someone joining him in these quiet moments.]
[Fireflies, Any Date]
[In May, Bucky's routine remains much the same. He gets up painfully early to run, he goes to the gym, makes breakfast on Floor 5, he goes to work with the Perimeter Guard. He goes out on patrols sometimes. He brings back dinner or he cooks himself (and whoever else might be around) something in the evenings. He sits on the deck in the evenings, or he watches a bit of TV in the shared living room. He grocery shops and walks around the city on his days off, stopping in to whatever shop looks interesting. It leaves plenty of time out of the apartment to be bitten by the strange insects.
RED: Lust is unlikely, as he has a low sex drive on a good day. When bitten by a red firefly, he's more quick to anger, and that scrappy teenager he used to be comes out - he'll fight anybody. Make sure you know what you're getting into.
ORANGE: The biggest change is probably when one of these has gotten pincers into him. Where normally he's taciturn and keeps his secrets with deft avoidance, he'll be more honest, more willing to just sit and talk.
YELLOW: Anxiety is more common than outright fear, and it manifests with a big dose of paranoia. He's warier, cagier, with the watchful eye of a soldier. He's a little more obvious about checking entrances and exits, looking for escape routes.
GREEN: His jealousy tends to be a quiet thing, and can manifest over just about anything.
BLUE: Grief is something he has in spades already. Blue firefly bites take a while to go away, for him. He grows melancholy and self-hating, tending to sequester himself away from others to ruminate on his guilt. He also drinks heavily to escape the feeling. Maybe you run into him while he's on his way to a sad drunkenness.
VIOLET: Bucky's affection is also a quiet thing. He's more likely to touch, and he's surprisingly gentle. He's more likely to smile, and laugh. But his touches stay generally platonic and friendly.
These are pretty vague so feel free to start something anywhere, or hit me up on plurk or discord to plot something specific!]
what: Catch-all for fireflies stuff and misc. If you want a specific prompt, hit me up at
when: Next to last week of April and into May
where: Various
warnings: None atm.
[OOC NOTE: Bucky is out of the city on a mission from April 23-29, returning on the 29th. Any other date in April or May is fine. For the fireflies prompts, if you want red/lust, please hit me up on plurk or discord (nekky#8210) first, and it's only open to 21+ characters who already have positive cr with Bucky.]
[Parking Garage, Any Date]
[Apparently, Bucky has done enough that when his motorcycle came through the portal, the guards brought it down to the parking structure beneath the housing building and left him a glowing note with the keys. He's pleased, despite himself. It means he doesn't have to save up for one from this place, and if he's honest, he's fond of this particular bike.
It's gleaming cherry red and chrome, the frame a bit vintage - it's an Indian brand, likely a Scout model, but it's clearly had a lot of work and upkeep done on it, and plenty of upgrades. He's got it parked in a space near the wall, and two helmets hung on hooks nearby it, which he'd had to purchase in Riverview. Not that he usually wears one. He lives on the edge.
In the early afternoons, or the evenings, if he isn't on patrol with the Guard, he can be found in the parking garage, knelt down on the concrete in thrift store jeans and an oil-stained white t-shirt, working on his baby. He always seems to be in a good mood at these times, occasionally even humming something under his breath, or playing the radio at a reasonable volume on something that sounds like classic rock.]
[Pest Control Service]
[Despite being part of Search and Rescue specifically, Bucky works with the general Perimeter Guard often. It gives him more to do; he's always happy to get out and get to work. While other teams handle the docile behemoth, Bucky enlists to deal with the suddenly aggressive six-limbed creatures whose homes have been disturbed.
Considering the well-camouflaged nature of the creatures, he's chosen not to go out as Captain America, instead wearing clothes more typical of the Perimeter Guard to blend in better in the jungle. He still carries the shield on his back, and a rifle in his hands, not to mention the handgun at his hip, the knife attached to his thigh, the smaller knife in his boot... etc.
Trekking through the underbrush, he turns to his companion on this little trip and says lowly,] Keep your ears peeled. There was a group of them spotted in this area.
[A Gym Near Communal Housing, Early Mornings]
[Bucky likes this gym best out of the few nearby that he's tried. It's on the way to the Perimeter Guard HQ, near enough to the communal housing building, and blessedly quiet in the mornings. He gets up early to go running with Steve or Yuri, and then he hits the gym before work, which is usually about empty. What he works on depends on the day.
Today, the knuckles of his right hand are wrapped, and he's been training on the punching bag, working through a series of rapid, efficient punches and kicks. His fists pound against the vinyl of the bag hard, over and over, pummeling it without worrying about holding back. He's strong, and not just because of the gleaming metal arm, visible since he's wearing a sweat-drenched tank top instead of sleeves.
Eventually, though, the left fist punches a hole through it, and it sadly leaks sand onto the mat. He sinks back onto his ass on the mats, running his fingers through his sweaty hair.] Fuck me.
[Floor 5 Balcony, Any Date]
[Sometimes in the evenings, he hangs out on the deck with a beer, watching the sun sink below the horizon and the stars start to come out. The sky is different out here; occasionally he still looks for Earth's moon before he remembers that this isn't his galaxy and they're on a moon already. The ball in the sky is an unfamiliar planet in the distance. He picks out constellations with a beer in his hand, feet kicked up as he lounges on a deck chair, and he's usually amenable to someone joining him in these quiet moments.]
[Fireflies, Any Date]
[In May, Bucky's routine remains much the same. He gets up painfully early to run, he goes to the gym, makes breakfast on Floor 5, he goes to work with the Perimeter Guard. He goes out on patrols sometimes. He brings back dinner or he cooks himself (and whoever else might be around) something in the evenings. He sits on the deck in the evenings, or he watches a bit of TV in the shared living room. He grocery shops and walks around the city on his days off, stopping in to whatever shop looks interesting. It leaves plenty of time out of the apartment to be bitten by the strange insects.
RED: Lust is unlikely, as he has a low sex drive on a good day. When bitten by a red firefly, he's more quick to anger, and that scrappy teenager he used to be comes out - he'll fight anybody. Make sure you know what you're getting into.
ORANGE: The biggest change is probably when one of these has gotten pincers into him. Where normally he's taciturn and keeps his secrets with deft avoidance, he'll be more honest, more willing to just sit and talk.
YELLOW: Anxiety is more common than outright fear, and it manifests with a big dose of paranoia. He's warier, cagier, with the watchful eye of a soldier. He's a little more obvious about checking entrances and exits, looking for escape routes.
GREEN: His jealousy tends to be a quiet thing, and can manifest over just about anything.
BLUE: Grief is something he has in spades already. Blue firefly bites take a while to go away, for him. He grows melancholy and self-hating, tending to sequester himself away from others to ruminate on his guilt. He also drinks heavily to escape the feeling. Maybe you run into him while he's on his way to a sad drunkenness.
VIOLET: Bucky's affection is also a quiet thing. He's more likely to touch, and he's surprisingly gentle. He's more likely to smile, and laugh. But his touches stay generally platonic and friendly.
These are pretty vague so feel free to start something anywhere, or hit me up on plurk or discord to plot something specific!]
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[ His flatmate's efforts haven't gone unnoticed. Michael appreciates the support. It feels good to know people are watching out for him, and reinforces he's worth being watched out for. Even if he's not perfect.
Steve and Bucky have never made him feel like a third wheel, even though he's a relative stranger compared to their decades of friendship, and he appreciates that too.
Since Steve so kindly offered, he holds the beer out to him and closes the door. ]
You guys probably can't get drunk, can you? Metabolism, and all.
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Turning off the lights is what saved us. That was good thinking. And you found our way out.
[ Getting injured was an unfortunate accident, but Steve still feels partly responsible. He went along to help protect Michael, after all, and however it happened, Michael still got injured on his watch. They're lucky it wasn't more serious and he won't deny his part in that.
Steve takes the beer and steps back to let Michael have room to move on his crutches. ]
Well, it's difficult for me. I can't say I've really tested it.
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When the popcorn is done popping, he pours it into a large bowl and drizzles melted butter and sea salt into it, taking that to the living area and the large couch they've commandeered.] He might not be able to get drunk, but I can. I don't have the fancy super-soldier metabolism. Come sit down, you should probably elevate that foot. [He grabs one of the couch pillows to put on the coffee table, a spot to rest an injured foot, and tries not to feel like he's purposely attempting to draw Michael's attention.]
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[ Michael would give Steve an elbow to go with the smirk, if he wasn't otherwise occupied with the crutches. He takes longer than he'd like getting to the living room. By the time Michael's ankle is healed, he might have something resembling biceps in his upper arms.
He takes a heavy seat on the couch, setting aside the crutches and propping up his foot with some effort. This is the easiest his life has been all week. ]
Thanks. This thing's actually pretty heavy. For me, anyway. [ He gives Bucky a smile. ] Sounds like it's up to you and me to drink enough to make Steve wish he could get drunk. It's been a while since I've embarrassed myself. Almost a whole week.
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If you want to pick on me, you can go ahead. I can take it.
[ He shoots Bucky a look that is almost challenging, sitting next to Michael as if he's claiming that corner of the couch. While he isn't particularly attached to beer, he does feel like he has to defend his place on the movie viewing line. Especially if Michael and Bucky are going to be having all the fun to themselves. ]
All right, then do I at least get some popcorn? Since you two are going to take all the drinks, I think that's only fair.
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[He settles the bowl of popcorn in Michael's lap between them, and reaches in for a handful. Then, he flicks a piece at Steve's forehead with surprising accuracy.] Sure you can, buddy. [He turns his smile to Michael briefly as he starts the movie.] We can have a good time with the six pack whether or not he can get drunk.
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[ Bucky and Steve are entertainment in and of themselves. He can't help smirking around a mouthful of popcorn.
It's a tight squeeze, with Steve and Bucky taking up most of the couch, but there's something cozy about being crammed between the two men. After so long in close quarters with a cellmate, the amount of distance people put between themselves on the outside can almost feel lonely.
He holds up his bottle of beer between them. ]
Does somebody mind opening this?
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[Steve chimes in with a smirk that is both fond and teasing. He gives Bucky a hard time the same way his partner thrives on teasing him. It's how they function together and Steve is grateful to have his friend back in that familiar pattern.]
Sure. You'll have to ask Bucky to do an impression of himself back then. It should be entertaining at least.
[As the movie starts and the three of them settle down with the light banter, Michael asks for help and Steve just picks up on that as clear and urgent as a distress call. He's reaching for the bottle before he even finishes responding.]
I've got it.
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[He flashes Steve a smug smile, though while Steve is reaching for the beer bottle, Bucky blocks him, reaching over with his left arm to pop the top off smoothly with his metal fingers.]