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tushanshu2013-03-17 10:49 pm
beganwithamask) wrote in tushanshu2013-03-17 10:49 pm
001 ☆☆☆ [Video]
[Anonymous location]
So I gotta hand it to myself, this is one heckuva hallucination I've dreamed up.
[The face on the screen is young; he could probably pass as sixteen or seventeen still, though in reality he just turned twenty. The way he sits, the expression on his face, he's not trying to act any older - people let their guards down for teenagers, mostly, and he can use that to his advantage. His brown hair is combed neatly in a vaguely old-fashioned style, and what's visible of his shoulders are clad in something that could be US military - though, circa WWII if you would recognize something like that. He seems a little... bored? almost, leaning on his hand, elbow on the desk in one of the little cafes. He's already spoken to Toro, but he's still not sure he believes the whole story the kedan are feeding him.]
I'm guessin' I'm in a VA hospital somewhere, drugged outta my gourd. Might not have lost my looks in that grenade blast if the nurses are givin' me the good stuff. [His smile is easy, charming, that winning Bucky Barnes smile he's so known for. The 'grenade blast' is an obvious lie to anyone who might have heard of him in the modern day, not that he knows that, but he's trying to figure out if anyone else is here that he knows, trying to get some answers about what's really going on.] Shapeshifters, a city on a turtle, an' a 'world between life, death, and dreaming', what'll the morphine cook up next? Even these video talk consoles, bet the Army would love to go runnin' with that idea. Hey, if this is my drug-induced coma, my unit's prob'ly here somewhere, so hey, you see 'em, tell 'em Private James Barnes is lookin' for those guys. Especially you, Rogers, you big lug.
So I gotta hand it to myself, this is one heckuva hallucination I've dreamed up.
[The face on the screen is young; he could probably pass as sixteen or seventeen still, though in reality he just turned twenty. The way he sits, the expression on his face, he's not trying to act any older - people let their guards down for teenagers, mostly, and he can use that to his advantage. His brown hair is combed neatly in a vaguely old-fashioned style, and what's visible of his shoulders are clad in something that could be US military - though, circa WWII if you would recognize something like that. He seems a little... bored? almost, leaning on his hand, elbow on the desk in one of the little cafes. He's already spoken to Toro, but he's still not sure he believes the whole story the kedan are feeding him.]
I'm guessin' I'm in a VA hospital somewhere, drugged outta my gourd. Might not have lost my looks in that grenade blast if the nurses are givin' me the good stuff. [His smile is easy, charming, that winning Bucky Barnes smile he's so known for. The 'grenade blast' is an obvious lie to anyone who might have heard of him in the modern day, not that he knows that, but he's trying to figure out if anyone else is here that he knows, trying to get some answers about what's really going on.] Shapeshifters, a city on a turtle, an' a 'world between life, death, and dreaming', what'll the morphine cook up next? Even these video talk consoles, bet the Army would love to go runnin' with that idea. Hey, if this is my drug-induced coma, my unit's prob'ly here somewhere, so hey, you see 'em, tell 'em Private James Barnes is lookin' for those guys. Especially you, Rogers, you big lug.
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Bucky, wait. I told you, there are different versions of people here. I don't know Toro. I know you, another version of you. I worked with a group called the Howling Commandos.
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You got five minutes to make me believe you're not just some sick bastard with my dead best friend's face.
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[He rubs his fingers over his lips.] I'm trying to be honest with you - if I wanted to lie, I'd at least try and make it seem likely.
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[It isn't the time to tell him he might not be dead, either. It's all ready too much to handle at once. Steve can understand that.]
James, please sit down. Think of it this way - if you leave, you lose the chance to get more information.
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[His expression tightens slightly at that. Normally he'd do what Steve asked, he wouldn't even think about it, but...]
I don't know you. You obviously don't know me. Seems like this conversation's over. I found out all I needed to know.
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[He rubs his eyes tiredly.]
If you change your mind, my quarters are in the Fire Sector. If I'm not there, Agent Peggy Carter of the SSR likely will be.
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[Everything's gone wrong today. He turns to leave, hoping maybe things will look up a little tomorrow.]
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[He wants to ask again for Bucky to wait, to say something that might help, anything, because the idea of any version of James Barnes dealing with this place alone makes his heart ache.
But this version has his friend, Toro. And this, here, now, is not about Steve's own comfort. He half-rises, then sits again.] If you decide you want to talk. I'm here. I always will be.
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