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driftfleet2016-03-20 11:18 am
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Who: Winter & You
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Iskaulit
When: 3/20
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How does everyone deal with loss? How much of an impact is it meant to have?
Similar. Unrelated. Is anyone familiar with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder? I would like to know more.
[ Action >> Iskaulit ]
[ If you happen to be on the Iskaulit at any time in the wee hours of the morning, between two and six, you may run into Winter utilizing the gym. There aren't really posted hours, and that's usually when no one else is around.
The poor sandbags that he helped Jim hang all those months ago are getting a beating. Winter's focus is zeroed in on the same worn spot, but apparently something gives. Winter reels his left arm back, a high metallic whine the only warning before he lands a blow. It's enough force that not only does it knock the sandbag from its hook, but it goes flying across the room like it's nothing.
Emotional? Who's emotional? Nobody here. Mind your business! ]
[ Action >> Heron ]
[ Winter may have been restless before, but without Jim, this is something new entirely. Crew have been coming and going regularly over the past few months, but this is different. The Atroma decided that he should be captain? Over someone who would probably be more capable at it. He sees what you did there. You just couldn't pass up the chance to not have to change names in the roster, huh?
He's trying to wrap his head around it. Sure, he led teams on missions as the Winter Soldier, but that was different. He wasn't really calling the shots. Being Captain is new and scary and leaves room for so much to go wrong.
If anyone wants to bother him, or happens to be visiting, he is more than likely roaming the halls trying to burn off the nervous energy. He's comfortable with the ship, but now he wants to know it inside and out.As if he hadn't already done that. Honestly, he is distraught without Jim and doesn't know how to handle it. It's not as if he can talk to Natasha about it, either. Or Steve.
The message is more than clear- don't get attached. ]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Iskaulit
When: 3/20
[ Text ]
How does everyone deal with loss? How much of an impact is it meant to have?
Similar. Unrelated. Is anyone familiar with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder? I would like to know more.
[ Action >> Iskaulit ]
[ If you happen to be on the Iskaulit at any time in the wee hours of the morning, between two and six, you may run into Winter utilizing the gym. There aren't really posted hours, and that's usually when no one else is around.
The poor sandbags that he helped Jim hang all those months ago are getting a beating. Winter's focus is zeroed in on the same worn spot, but apparently something gives. Winter reels his left arm back, a high metallic whine the only warning before he lands a blow. It's enough force that not only does it knock the sandbag from its hook, but it goes flying across the room like it's nothing.
Emotional? Who's emotional? Nobody here. Mind your business! ]
[ Action >> Heron ]
[ Winter may have been restless before, but without Jim, this is something new entirely. Crew have been coming and going regularly over the past few months, but this is different. The Atroma decided that he should be captain? Over someone who would probably be more capable at it. He sees what you did there. You just couldn't pass up the chance to not have to change names in the roster, huh?
He's trying to wrap his head around it. Sure, he led teams on missions as the Winter Soldier, but that was different. He wasn't really calling the shots. Being Captain is new and scary and leaves room for so much to go wrong.
If anyone wants to bother him, or happens to be visiting, he is more than likely roaming the halls trying to burn off the nervous energy. He's comfortable with the ship, but now he wants to know it inside and out.
The message is more than clear- don't get attached. ]
iskaulit
His fist clenches, the plates sliding back into place. The thought of saying nothing and ignoring her presence briefly crosses his mind, but the notion goes away with a minute shake of his head. ]
That wasn't the problem.
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It never is, [she says, standing. she couldn't blame him for wanting to take anger out in training; that's exactly what she's here to do.] But I'd guess if you wanted to talk about it, you wouldn't be here.
[you know, alone in the gym in the middle of the night.]
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They have their own problems to worry about.
[ It's too damn late for him to bother anyone, even though he isn't planning on it, anyway. At least this way, the aggression is out of the way and he can focus on compartmentalizing everything else. ]
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That's the funny thing about friends. They never seem to want to stay out of your problems, no matter how many of their own they have.
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[ It's a ridiculous notion- the people he's made friends with here wouldn't shy away from him, but he can't help but think it. Maybe it's best to keep some distance between them by not letting them in on his shit.
That's never backfired in the past, right? ]
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but sara -- she doesn't do feelings, or so she says. so she shifts her weight from one foot to the other, keeping her eyes on him, and offers:]
How'd you feel about a spar? Could be a nice change of pace from beating on punching bags.
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He thinks about the offer, weighing his options, as he looks back to the mess he's made. He can still fight at minimal effort so he doesn't hurt her. Of course, he has no inclination about how strong she really is. ]
I could spar.
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only part, though. she wants to blow off some steam, and she feels like doing the same could be good for him.]
Any ground rules?
[there's something about the lines of her posture that sharpen, grow taut like a drawn bow. she shifts her stance, centering her weight better.]
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[ He won't spar her like he would Orion. There's no need to beat each other senseless, only tire one another out. He rolls his shoulder, squaring off and allowing her to make the first move. ]