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riverviewlogs2018-06-15 09:16 pm
livingsymbol) wrote in riverviewlogs2018-06-15 09:16 pm
[Semi-Open] No one can blame you for walking away
who: Steve Rogers (616) and whoever wants to join him
what: Missing Loki and looking for distractions
when: backdated from June 6th to around June 15th
where: Around and about
warnings: Beware. There might be a feeling.
i. via the devices; text; closed to previous CR
[He makes it about a day before he starts getting restless. Not just because Loki is gone, but because he really doesn't have much to keep his mind off of the fact. Normally, he'd just bury himself in a mission or find other companionship, but for some reason that's just not appealing. So he tries to find other means of distraction. For those he knows hold odd hours, it might be well past dusk when he sends a message.]
Are you busy?
ii. OPEN; Well, that was the entire plan.
[He really should have come up with a better plan for filling his time. After spending days doing between work, the gym, and long runs around the Quarantine, even Steve is out of ideas for what to do with himself. He considers a trip out beyond the fence, but ultimately gives it up, because he doesn't want to spend too much time away from the city. He tries relaxing in the park or by the riverbank, sketching out scenes in the hope that the peace will just come to him.
So people who happen by will see one frustrated blond tearing a page out of his sketchbook, crumpling up the half-done work and throwing it down with an annoyed grunt. The paper ball joins a collection around his feet as Steve lowers his head in frustration and then lies back where he's been sitting.]
Come on, focus.
iii. OPEN; Everything is totally under control
[Later in the week, it's starting to bleed into his performance. While he's with the Guard or on his own patrol, Steve manages to somehow trip up and fall short on his usually flawless coordination. He's distracted, and during training or some other run he manages to stumble, missing leaps or punches and eventually ending up on the ground. His pride is injured more than his body, but that's suffering a bit too. He gets back up with a grumble of protest to those around him, waving any offer of help away.]
I'm fine. Just a bruise. Let me go again.
what: Missing Loki and looking for distractions
when: backdated from June 6th to around June 15th
where: Around and about
warnings: Beware. There might be a feeling.
i. via the devices; text; closed to previous CR
[He makes it about a day before he starts getting restless. Not just because Loki is gone, but because he really doesn't have much to keep his mind off of the fact. Normally, he'd just bury himself in a mission or find other companionship, but for some reason that's just not appealing. So he tries to find other means of distraction. For those he knows hold odd hours, it might be well past dusk when he sends a message.]
Are you busy?
ii. OPEN; Well, that was the entire plan.
[He really should have come up with a better plan for filling his time. After spending days doing between work, the gym, and long runs around the Quarantine, even Steve is out of ideas for what to do with himself. He considers a trip out beyond the fence, but ultimately gives it up, because he doesn't want to spend too much time away from the city. He tries relaxing in the park or by the riverbank, sketching out scenes in the hope that the peace will just come to him.
So people who happen by will see one frustrated blond tearing a page out of his sketchbook, crumpling up the half-done work and throwing it down with an annoyed grunt. The paper ball joins a collection around his feet as Steve lowers his head in frustration and then lies back where he's been sitting.]
Come on, focus.
iii. OPEN; Everything is totally under control
[Later in the week, it's starting to bleed into his performance. While he's with the Guard or on his own patrol, Steve manages to somehow trip up and fall short on his usually flawless coordination. He's distracted, and during training or some other run he manages to stumble, missing leaps or punches and eventually ending up on the ground. His pride is injured more than his body, but that's suffering a bit too. He gets back up with a grumble of protest to those around him, waving any offer of help away.]
I'm fine. Just a bruise. Let me go again.
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[Surely that can't go wrong.]
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[Thor echoes Steve's inner dialogue.]
I'll wait out the front of my house for you, shall I?
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[On a borrowed bike, no less. He does show up a bit later, with a spare helmet even though it's Thor he's dealing with.]
Ready to go?
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[Thor's smile is somewhat beleaguered, but it's still there. He steps forward to take the helmet with a confused look.]
If you have something to say about the quality of my skull, you can say it to it's... my face.
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It needs covered. I'm sure your head is harder than most, but it doesn't hurt to have some extra protection. Even Bucky wears one.
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He’s giving Steve this win, but he’s staring unimpressed the entire time it takes him to get the helmet on. He moves to hop onto the back of the bike, definitely not shy about wrapping his arms around Steve to hold on.]
Ready when you are, captain.