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driftfleet2015-07-28 06:40 pm
reconstitution) wrote in driftfleet2015-07-28 06:40 pm
out of one prison & into another
Who: Bucky & You
Broadcast: ?????
Action: From the Marsiva
When: 7/28
[Consciousness came slowly, like climbing out of a fog. Before he opened his eyes, he knew something was amiss; the familiar noises that accompanied him waking up were absent. There should be some sort of noise, be it the hiss of the cryostasis chamber, or the bumbling gait of the scientists that aided in mission preparations.
Nothing.
Blearily opening his eyes, he was startled if not perplexed. This wasn't right. His mission, he--
Head whipping around, his vision darted rapidly for the windows and all points of entry. No sign of anyone else around. Captain America- that had been his mission, but this was...impossible.
Getting off the cot, the joints of his bionic arm creaked as he pushed himself to stand. The large window caught his eye, the view of the stars impressive. They invoke some sort of feeling in him, though he's not sure exactly what.
The lack of any sort of life around is concerning, though not unwanted. Being alone is something of a treat, and the gentle hum of the station itself helped quell the noise in his brain for now. It also helps that he's got a basic comprehension of where he is, though it doesn't particularly calm him.
Despite the freedom to move about, he can't shake the feeling of being snared, like there is something he is missing just out of reach. While there is no one in the immediate area, they could be close, and he opens his mouth to speak.]
..Hello?
[The single word is slightly hoarse, scratching at his throat from disuse, but perhaps not unheard.]
Broadcast: ?????
Action: From the Marsiva
When: 7/28
[Consciousness came slowly, like climbing out of a fog. Before he opened his eyes, he knew something was amiss; the familiar noises that accompanied him waking up were absent. There should be some sort of noise, be it the hiss of the cryostasis chamber, or the bumbling gait of the scientists that aided in mission preparations.
Nothing.
Blearily opening his eyes, he was startled if not perplexed. This wasn't right. His mission, he--
Head whipping around, his vision darted rapidly for the windows and all points of entry. No sign of anyone else around. Captain America- that had been his mission, but this was...impossible.
Getting off the cot, the joints of his bionic arm creaked as he pushed himself to stand. The large window caught his eye, the view of the stars impressive. They invoke some sort of feeling in him, though he's not sure exactly what.
The lack of any sort of life around is concerning, though not unwanted. Being alone is something of a treat, and the gentle hum of the station itself helped quell the noise in his brain for now. It also helps that he's got a basic comprehension of where he is, though it doesn't particularly calm him.
Despite the freedom to move about, he can't shake the feeling of being snared, like there is something he is missing just out of reach. While there is no one in the immediate area, they could be close, and he opens his mouth to speak.]
..Hello?
[The single word is slightly hoarse, scratching at his throat from disuse, but perhaps not unheard.]
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He shifts almost restlessly, his eyes moving away from the screen and to the room around him. Still no one around. It suits him just fine.]
Rations aren't designed for taste.
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They should be. I think officials just say that line so they don't have to spend more money for a decent chef and ingredients.
[Which is a true crime, in his opinion. But that line sure tells Allen that Winter probably hasn't had much in the way of good food. Ugh. He hates whoever did this more and more by the minute. But it's not like they're here to punch...so better just work on rectifying things]
My ship's cook has been baking a lot of cookies to give at a blood drive this weekend. There's always extras, so I'll bring you some once you get assigned to a ship. She's a really good cook. I'm pretty sure a lot of our volunteers show up just to have her cookies.
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He listened to Allen, nodding to show that he was paying attention, though admittedly it had begun to wander a bit.
The transfer to an actual ship would happen in a few days, which made him uneasy. Another place that he would have to case and more people he would have to keep an eye on.
His brow furrowed. What would Allen gain by doing something for him? There was a catch somewhere.
There always was.]
There's no need..
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No, but I want to.
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Why?
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...I suppose, the simplest answer is because you feel you have to ask why.
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[He couldn't decide what else to say, but mono-syllabic words seemed to be acceptable so long as there was a reaction of some sort.
He nods his head, just the smallest dip of his chin as he watches Allen.]