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kore_logs2013-05-28 09:54 pm
greatatboats) wrote in kore_logs2013-05-28 09:54 pm
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Who: Clint and OPEN
Where: Outside around town.
When: Day 75 - Late morning.
What: Clint's hobbling around and tired of being bed ridden.
Warnings: Probably cursing because Clint doesn't know how to function without any of that.
It's been five days since Clint was plucked out of the forest by Jesse and Ned. He's probably going to have to get those two something to thank them, but he's not sure what the protocol for that is. He can't just give them an arrow and go about his business. Maybe he can teach them how to shoot or something? It couldn't hurt if they knew a skill set or something. Clint's got multiple skill sets, but almost all of them include violence of some sort. Knowing how to defend yourself could be useful in this place though. Maybe he could offer to teach them how to break a man's arm or something simple. Normal people would bake them cookies, but Clint didn't trust himself to not fuck those up royally.
One thing he is certain of though is that he's not going to stay in the attic any longer. He's tired of being in his bed and he's more tired of not being able to really function well on his own outside of his room. He's already decided to take a chance on his own outside when he's sure most of his roommates are out of the house. Sneaking out is hard when you have fresh stitches in your side and bruises all over. His stealth training was helpful, but he had to bite his tongue to keep from crying out when he clipped his hip on the edge of a counter going through the kitchen. He made it outside though and just feeling the sunshine on his face was helpful.
His face was still bruised and puffy, but the cuts were cleaned and scabbed over so that took away some of the ick factor that came with them. He was just happy to be mobile and on his own. The pain pill was starting to kick in the farther away from his house he got. Maybe this walk would do him some good.
Where: Outside around town.
When: Day 75 - Late morning.
What: Clint's hobbling around and tired of being bed ridden.
Warnings: Probably cursing because Clint doesn't know how to function without any of that.
It's been five days since Clint was plucked out of the forest by Jesse and Ned. He's probably going to have to get those two something to thank them, but he's not sure what the protocol for that is. He can't just give them an arrow and go about his business. Maybe he can teach them how to shoot or something? It couldn't hurt if they knew a skill set or something. Clint's got multiple skill sets, but almost all of them include violence of some sort. Knowing how to defend yourself could be useful in this place though. Maybe he could offer to teach them how to break a man's arm or something simple. Normal people would bake them cookies, but Clint didn't trust himself to not fuck those up royally.
One thing he is certain of though is that he's not going to stay in the attic any longer. He's tired of being in his bed and he's more tired of not being able to really function well on his own outside of his room. He's already decided to take a chance on his own outside when he's sure most of his roommates are out of the house. Sneaking out is hard when you have fresh stitches in your side and bruises all over. His stealth training was helpful, but he had to bite his tongue to keep from crying out when he clipped his hip on the edge of a counter going through the kitchen. He made it outside though and just feeling the sunshine on his face was helpful.
His face was still bruised and puffy, but the cuts were cleaned and scabbed over so that took away some of the ick factor that came with them. He was just happy to be mobile and on his own. The pain pill was starting to kick in the farther away from his house he got. Maybe this walk would do him some good.
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It's kinda just like it sounds. Frozen stiff. A big block of American ice. Glory glory hallelujah and all that crap. "He was frozen. Crashed a plane and ended up turning into a big block of ice afterwards. SHIELD found him and thawed him out. He did some super serum potion back during that crap with Hitler. You've never heard of Captain America?" He probably sounds loopy, but he's actually extremely lucid when talking about them.
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"No, I've never heard of him. But it sounds from the way you're asking like I ought to have." He isn't sure how up to speed Clint is on the particular mechanics of this place, adds as he's shutting the door behind them, "I might not be from your universe. That would explain the discrepancy."
He might not be the most up-to-date person in terms of world news, but none of what Clint is talking about sounds plausible or familiar. What is 'SHIELD'? Why did he call it 'that crap with Hitler' and not just World War II? How many of these things are classified, how many are speech quirks of Clint's, and how many are genuine signs of difference? Ned can't be sure.
From the sound of it, though, Clint's starved for a bit of company and conversation, so Ned says, "How'd you end up knowing all these people?" Don't mind him if he just steers the two of them into the kitchen. He's still got that perfectly good lunch that he made Clint waiting on the counter, and he is going to eat it, by God. Food here is too scarce for any to go to waste, and he needs to keep his strength up if he's going to recover.