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kore_logs2013-12-02 05:21 pm
couldntreach) wrote in kore_logs2013-12-02 05:21 pm
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Blood pounding in my eardrums like a battle cry.
Who: Bucky + ?
When: Days 138
Where: The Halls outside his assigned room and onward
What: Phones are for patsies.
Warning: Violence, language, fighting
The message on the phone went, for the most part, ignored. There were bigger concerns for Bucky to deal with than a stranger on the radio comms and one of those was finding where Steve and the other Commandos have vanished to. They had been preparing for the mission to intercept the train. It was a dangerous mission, but then, so were all of their missions, and the boys were crazy enough to keep on going.
But this mission was important, and more than that, they had a deadline. That was what kept him pushing on, even after waking up in a room with too much steel. Far too sterile. He had jolted awake in a panic, with wild eyes on his surroundings. For a few heart-stopping moments, the soldier had been certain he was back at the Hydra base. Fighting guards trying to strap him back down to a table.
It was enough to get his adrenaline racing and his nerves on high-alert.
Which meant that the highly-trained and dangerous soldier was walking the halls like enemy territory. A dangerous battleground. Armed only with a broken piece of chair frame and the race of his pulse, he searched for a way out, keeping radio silence to avoid getting detected sooner.
Whoever grabbed him, had to have been after all of them. Which meant Steve and the other men had to be here somewhere. They had to be.
When: Days 138
Where: The Halls outside his assigned room and onward
What: Phones are for patsies.
Warning: Violence, language, fighting
The message on the phone went, for the most part, ignored. There were bigger concerns for Bucky to deal with than a stranger on the radio comms and one of those was finding where Steve and the other Commandos have vanished to. They had been preparing for the mission to intercept the train. It was a dangerous mission, but then, so were all of their missions, and the boys were crazy enough to keep on going.
But this mission was important, and more than that, they had a deadline. That was what kept him pushing on, even after waking up in a room with too much steel. Far too sterile. He had jolted awake in a panic, with wild eyes on his surroundings. For a few heart-stopping moments, the soldier had been certain he was back at the Hydra base. Fighting guards trying to strap him back down to a table.
It was enough to get his adrenaline racing and his nerves on high-alert.
Which meant that the highly-trained and dangerous soldier was walking the halls like enemy territory. A dangerous battleground. Armed only with a broken piece of chair frame and the race of his pulse, he searched for a way out, keeping radio silence to avoid getting detected sooner.
Whoever grabbed him, had to have been after all of them. Which meant Steve and the other men had to be here somewhere. They had to be.
no subject
Slowly, carefully and without sacrificing his balance if he had to make a dash for it, Bucky lowered himself to the ground, hands resting on the floor, one of them on top of his makeshift weapon.
"Hey, pal... What are you doing in this place? Did you wander in?"
Another quick glance around, muscles tense, ready to bolt.
"Did you come in from outside? Wonder if I can get you to show me the way back out, what do you think? Are you just as lost as I am?"
He kept his tone low and even, listening and waiting for other voices, the sounds of footfalls, anything. He was talking to a fox. Well. He had done worse. It wasn't that different from talking to himself.
no subject
He opened up his muzzle to answer Bucky's questions, but the conversation he'd had with Meja his first day came back to him. Not everyone here had come from a place where talking animals were considered ordinary. Hell, even back home, most ordinary humans were still superstitious, regarding Skinwalkers with a mixture of fear and anger.
Garrett closed his muzzle, instead shaking his head no to the last question asking if he's lost. His paws tense up, ready to dart away at the first sign of trouble. A fox that can understand what someone is saying is weird, but perhaps a little lower on the weird scale than one who flat-out talks.
no subject
But then he nods. The fox nods and Bucky's eyes widen in surprise in spite of himself. Great. He's having a conversation with a fox. An actual one now. It isn't even one-sided. Either he's hallucinating or it's some kind of crazy German spy fox, which would have sounded ridiculous to him up until he actually dealt with Hydra. Now it actually seems more feasible than a man with a red skull for a face. They had sniffer dogs. It wasn't that far of a stretch.
He might have asked a few less questions if he had expected the animal to respond.
"Well that's... new. Can you understand me?"
no subject
He dances back a few steps and scrapes the floor with his right paw's claws. "Pay attention." He doesn't quite meet Bucky's eyes, the instinct of a challenge to fight too ingrained in his mind. He cocks his head at a questioning angle. "Who are you and where did you come from?" The message is none too clear.