CLINT (HAWKEYE) BARTON (
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driftfleet2016-01-14 10:06 pm
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◉ Video + Action
Who: Clint "a Hawkeye" Barton and yous guys
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: Marsiva
When: This evening
[Clint begins his broadcast with his hearing aids in, but the result is a series of false starts where it’s obvious from the wincing and the head-turning that he’s dealing with some sort of loud or high-pitched feedback. It isn’t long before he ditches them - rips them off and pockets them - and starts over again. lips it is, then ]
Alright this isn’t going to be a big thing - I just want to put my face out there.
[And he pauses, counting out the seconds for whoever might be looking to take a look at their beep-machines and catch sight of him.]
Oh, and to whoever brought us here, nice ship. Also, you’ve got some balls, kidnapping someone who carries one of these in his wallet:
[Casually, meaningfully, accidentally, he produces a blockbuster membership card, with the printed name Clinton F. Barton and a signature. When he catches his mistake he tosses the card down out of frame and the camera catches him thumbing through the inside of his wallet. Following that, the sound of him mumbling:]
Futzing Avengers ID, never around when you… [He trails off. The feed doesn’t.]
[A little later, sitting wherever there’s a seat to be claimed aboard the Marsiva, he’ll be found picking cards out of his wallet and tossing them down onto a table. Reorganizing, dismissing some, yet the cards that he doesn’t tuck back into their leathery hideaway are all landing corner-to-corner in a perfect even pile.
A little later, you might catch him sprawled out and napping. Because he naps. He’s a napper.]
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: Marsiva
When: This evening
[Clint begins his broadcast with his hearing aids in, but the result is a series of false starts where it’s obvious from the wincing and the head-turning that he’s dealing with some sort of loud or high-pitched feedback. It isn’t long before he ditches them - rips them off and pockets them - and starts over again. lips it is, then ]
Alright this isn’t going to be a big thing - I just want to put my face out there.
[And he pauses, counting out the seconds for whoever might be looking to take a look at their beep-machines and catch sight of him.]
Oh, and to whoever brought us here, nice ship. Also, you’ve got some balls, kidnapping someone who carries one of these in his wallet:
[Casually, meaningfully, accidentally, he produces a blockbuster membership card, with the printed name Clinton F. Barton and a signature. When he catches his mistake he tosses the card down out of frame and the camera catches him thumbing through the inside of his wallet. Following that, the sound of him mumbling:]
Futzing Avengers ID, never around when you… [He trails off. The feed doesn’t.]
[A little later, sitting wherever there’s a seat to be claimed aboard the Marsiva, he’ll be found picking cards out of his wallet and tossing them down onto a table. Reorganizing, dismissing some, yet the cards that he doesn’t tuck back into their leathery hideaway are all landing corner-to-corner in a perfect even pile.
A little later, you might catch him sprawled out and napping. Because he naps. He’s a napper.]
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You mean everywhere. I mean, you said everywhere. Whatever, these Atroma guys sound like a buncha creeps.
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Alright, it's in the air and it's somewhere, which might as well mean everywhere if you can't see it.
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[The tiny invisible cameras that people are somehow not going around inhaling all over the place?]
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[ Is this like a denial process because he won't stop you if you need that, man ]
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