CLINT (HAWKEYE) BARTON (
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driftfleet2016-01-14 10:06 pm
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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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[Clint accepted the help gratefully, although he pushed with his feet more than he pulled with his hand. The grabbing hand was bandaged at the wrist and three of his fingers had band-aids too, but like a snake he'd shed a pile of band-aids and left them where he'd been laying.]
What're Scottish eggs?
[Was that why they wore kilts...?]
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Oh well. Better start small. Back to the drawing board.]
Scotch eggs are great. You half a hard-boiled egg and make like a little cup of sausage meat, and put the egg in there, roll it in bread crumbs and then fry it up or bake it. It's sooo filling. [Sorey rubs his stomach hopefully.] It's good to have on days when you know you're going to be doing a lot of research.
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Could be good on a pizza.
[This wasn't a compliment exactly. Everything was good on pizza.]
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I guess you take bread - special pizza bread - and you put whatever you want on it. Then you cook it. Sounds real simple when I say it out 'loud. But that's it. Everyone makes it different -- but New York makes it best.
[Tray, yup. He takes it.]
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[I mean, if you're going to get technical about it. But really, Clint isn't an educating kind of guy.]
And it's not really bread - it's flat. Round, but it comes in slices when you eat it.
[Except if Clint ever tried to make a pizza, he'd probably eat the whole thing without cutting it up.]
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