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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.
no subject
Hydra did that to you?
[Some Hydra agents need to get punched. He can't reach them, of course, but he's going to keep that in mind if he ever happens to see one show up on their moon.]
I think it's only fair that you have a good reason to trust me, the same you would want from anyone else.
no subject
[A beat. Well, here goes, since he seems to want to know...]
They told us they were SHIELD, that they could make us like the Avengers so we could protect our people.
[She's not sure how much she needs to explain - she knows the Wanda in his world is different, but not by how much.]
Sokovia has been a war zone most of my life. Everyone wants it for themselves so they can use us as a buffer or build a base of their own and our government sells out to the highest bidder. We wanted to take our home back.
But even now I don't know how much of what we thought was SHIELD and the Americans was actually HYDRA. If you meet a man named Strucker or List...don't trust them. They aren't what they say.