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pineslog2017-02-14 02:30 pm
zymasoldat) wrote in pineslog2017-02-14 02:30 pm
the adventures of bucky barnes, totally normal small-town mechanic
Who: Bucky Barnes and ANYONE
Where: Pretty much open to anywhere in town.
When: February 14th - 20th
What: Catch-all for Bucky trying to blend in even though he's got more of his memories back. IT'S HARD. HE DOESN'T TRUST ANY OF YOU (except for Steve and Nat).
Warnings: None yet, but will update if necessary
[Open]
I: ESTABLISHING A ROUTINE [OPEN]
Ever since his accident (or what the nurse claimed was an accident-- he wasn't so sure he believed it then, and he finds the story even more dubious now), things have been coming back to Bucky in fragments. Mostly images and impressions, certain knee-jerk reactions to this and that, largely devoid of the greater context. Some of them contradict each other, but each memory feels equally real, which makes it difficult, to say the least, to sift through them and figure out which life he really led. Is he Bucky Barnes, local mechanic, Idaho born and bred, star pitcher of the baseball team who never set foot outside the Midwest until he joined the army? It sounds right, sounds perfectly grounded and normal and like the kind of life he should've lived.
But he's not so sure it's real. In fact, he's all but certain that he's the other Bucky Barnes: the guy from Brooklyn whose formative years were marked with hardship and scarcity. He remembers joining the army, same as the Bucky Barnes who fits in here, but this time, he never returned home. He fell, he lost his arm, a scientist gave him a new one-- it explains the robot arm, which none of the memories of a nice, normal life in Wayward Pines can even begin to do. There are fragmented recollections of torture and experimentation, then large gaps punctuated with brutal, efficient murders.
He remembers being nobody. He remembers shooting Natasha. (Who once kicked him in the playground? Who's dating his best friend? No, no, he's not so sure...) And he remembers giving his all to try and eliminate Steve. (A constant in both lives. If nothing else, at least he can be certain about his friendship with that skinny, scrappy punk.) He remembers the mission, and he remembers abandoning it and working at becoming a person again.
Despite the gaps and muddled imagery, the broad strokes of a life are there, so outlandish that he shouldn't believe them. But there's something intimately familiar about not knowing who he really is, not remembering large swaths of his life that... well. Maybe it's crazy, but it makes it all the easier for him to believe that he really is the World War II vet turned brainwashed assassin turned fugitive.
But who else-- besides those few, familiar faces from the past that he's chosen to believe in-- is in the same situation? Who can he trust? This town is strange enough as it is, and until he has a real bearing on things, he knows it's best to keep his head down and keep on blending in. Be the Bucky Barnes that everyone else seems to know.
Easier said than done, he supposes. After all, he doesn't even know how to fix up cars. Basic repairs and maintenance, sure. He's got that. (Any knowledge that might help with a mission.) Anything more than that? Well. He gets by as best he can, and in his off hours, he tries to teach himself anything he can about cars and motorcycles.
Besides that, he tries to keep to a routine that allows him to maintain his false life while trying to learn more about the town and its inhabitants. (Prisoners?) Wake up early. Eat light. Go for a run. Get ready for work. Eat again. Stop by the coffee shop. Head to S&D Automotive. Pretend to know what he's doing. Eat lunch. Keep working. Then visit the shops and chat with 'friends' and 'neighbors.' If nothing else, Between the sPines is usually a safe bet; he's got a thing for pulpy action, adventure and sci-fi books... and the occasional romance novel. Don't give him that look.
After that, he's equally likely to go to a bar for a drink (because that's the normal thing to do-- and it helps that he can't get drunk, so drinking doesn't compromise him, anyway) or return home to Steve and Natasha.
II: DATE NIGHT [CLOSED]
So, he's not certain, but he's pretty sure this is his first date since 1940-something. And while he wouldn't be comfortable agreeing to a blind date under normal circumstances, very little about this place is normal, anyway. Even the quaint, too-normal small-town aesthetic doesn't sit right with him. But: what would the Bucky Barnes of Wayward Pines do?
He'd take advantage of the free dinner and movie, obviously.
(Besides, it could be fun! Meet a girl, show her a good time... Thanks, Ghost of Bucky Barnes Past.)
His date for the evening turns out to be Emily Grey. Dr. Grey? Chronic overachiever, that's what he remembers from that life he's pretty sure he never lived. At least she's friendly, and he's pretty sure he's doing a good job of seeming relaxed and casual in return, despite how awkward he finds this entire date. It doesn't help that there were issues with the movie they were supposed to see, so they were stuck watching some romantic comedy about two neurotic people flip flopping between love and hate for 90 minutes.
And now, here they are, at one of Wayward Pines's more... romantic restaurants, specially decorated just for Valentine's Day. Time for more small-talk while they wait for their food to arrive.
"So, that movie, huh?" Look at him, he's quirking that charming half-grin of his and everything. "That ending sure was something. I almost thought she was gonna marry the cheating boyfriend near the end." Yeah, right. Even if he doesn't remember much, he knows a cliche when he sees it.
III: WILDCARD
UHHH choose your own adventure if you want to do something not mentioned in the starter!
Where: Pretty much open to anywhere in town.
When: February 14th - 20th
What: Catch-all for Bucky trying to blend in even though he's got more of his memories back. IT'S HARD. HE DOESN'T TRUST ANY OF YOU (except for Steve and Nat).
Warnings: None yet, but will update if necessary
[Open]
I: ESTABLISHING A ROUTINE [OPEN]
Ever since his accident (or what the nurse claimed was an accident-- he wasn't so sure he believed it then, and he finds the story even more dubious now), things have been coming back to Bucky in fragments. Mostly images and impressions, certain knee-jerk reactions to this and that, largely devoid of the greater context. Some of them contradict each other, but each memory feels equally real, which makes it difficult, to say the least, to sift through them and figure out which life he really led. Is he Bucky Barnes, local mechanic, Idaho born and bred, star pitcher of the baseball team who never set foot outside the Midwest until he joined the army? It sounds right, sounds perfectly grounded and normal and like the kind of life he should've lived.
But he's not so sure it's real. In fact, he's all but certain that he's the other Bucky Barnes: the guy from Brooklyn whose formative years were marked with hardship and scarcity. He remembers joining the army, same as the Bucky Barnes who fits in here, but this time, he never returned home. He fell, he lost his arm, a scientist gave him a new one-- it explains the robot arm, which none of the memories of a nice, normal life in Wayward Pines can even begin to do. There are fragmented recollections of torture and experimentation, then large gaps punctuated with brutal, efficient murders.
He remembers being nobody. He remembers shooting Natasha. (Who once kicked him in the playground? Who's dating his best friend? No, no, he's not so sure...) And he remembers giving his all to try and eliminate Steve. (A constant in both lives. If nothing else, at least he can be certain about his friendship with that skinny, scrappy punk.) He remembers the mission, and he remembers abandoning it and working at becoming a person again.
Despite the gaps and muddled imagery, the broad strokes of a life are there, so outlandish that he shouldn't believe them. But there's something intimately familiar about not knowing who he really is, not remembering large swaths of his life that... well. Maybe it's crazy, but it makes it all the easier for him to believe that he really is the World War II vet turned brainwashed assassin turned fugitive.
But who else-- besides those few, familiar faces from the past that he's chosen to believe in-- is in the same situation? Who can he trust? This town is strange enough as it is, and until he has a real bearing on things, he knows it's best to keep his head down and keep on blending in. Be the Bucky Barnes that everyone else seems to know.
Easier said than done, he supposes. After all, he doesn't even know how to fix up cars. Basic repairs and maintenance, sure. He's got that. (Any knowledge that might help with a mission.) Anything more than that? Well. He gets by as best he can, and in his off hours, he tries to teach himself anything he can about cars and motorcycles.
Besides that, he tries to keep to a routine that allows him to maintain his false life while trying to learn more about the town and its inhabitants. (Prisoners?) Wake up early. Eat light. Go for a run. Get ready for work. Eat again. Stop by the coffee shop. Head to S&D Automotive. Pretend to know what he's doing. Eat lunch. Keep working. Then visit the shops and chat with 'friends' and 'neighbors.' If nothing else, Between the sPines is usually a safe bet; he's got a thing for pulpy action, adventure and sci-fi books... and the occasional romance novel. Don't give him that look.
After that, he's equally likely to go to a bar for a drink (because that's the normal thing to do-- and it helps that he can't get drunk, so drinking doesn't compromise him, anyway) or return home to Steve and Natasha.
II: DATE NIGHT [CLOSED]
So, he's not certain, but he's pretty sure this is his first date since 1940-something. And while he wouldn't be comfortable agreeing to a blind date under normal circumstances, very little about this place is normal, anyway. Even the quaint, too-normal small-town aesthetic doesn't sit right with him. But: what would the Bucky Barnes of Wayward Pines do?
He'd take advantage of the free dinner and movie, obviously.
(Besides, it could be fun! Meet a girl, show her a good time... Thanks, Ghost of Bucky Barnes Past.)
His date for the evening turns out to be Emily Grey. Dr. Grey? Chronic overachiever, that's what he remembers from that life he's pretty sure he never lived. At least she's friendly, and he's pretty sure he's doing a good job of seeming relaxed and casual in return, despite how awkward he finds this entire date. It doesn't help that there were issues with the movie they were supposed to see, so they were stuck watching some romantic comedy about two neurotic people flip flopping between love and hate for 90 minutes.
And now, here they are, at one of Wayward Pines's more... romantic restaurants, specially decorated just for Valentine's Day. Time for more small-talk while they wait for their food to arrive.
"So, that movie, huh?" Look at him, he's quirking that charming half-grin of his and everything. "That ending sure was something. I almost thought she was gonna marry the cheating boyfriend near the end." Yeah, right. Even if he doesn't remember much, he knows a cliche when he sees it.
III: WILDCARD
UHHH choose your own adventure if you want to do something not mentioned in the starter!
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It's a layered offer. On the one hand, it's a friendly olive-branch, in order to get to know the kid who works for him. On the other, it's a calculated move. He needs to learn what and who Bucky knows, about him, about his brother, about their business.
"I know Stefan and I usually go, but, maybe for a change we can. My treat." Keep him occupied, learn what he can. The longer he spends with a person, the longer he "remembers." Can he even call it remembering? For Damon, vague notions need to be clear memories sooner rather than later. False or not, he and Stefan need to know what they're working from - by coloring inside the lines.
For now, anyway. The rules are there for a reason and maybe he is wary of them, like Malia is. The punishment draws his curiosity, but not enough to step outside the box. Again, not yet.
"Wash your hands and I'll meet you outside," he adds, not giving Bucky a real chance to answer, leaving him in the garage while he gets fresh air. Stefan will be okay if they don't do lunch today.
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He's a little tempted, even, to lie and say he has plans with somebody, or that he already brought his own lunch, but doesn't get a chance to go that route before Damon makes the decision for him. So he just offers a lopsided smile, the kind that used to come naturally to him.
"Well, if you're buying..." He shrugs and tosses the rag over with the tools. "I'll just be a sec."
Yeah, he may sound casual, but the idea of a one-on-one lunch with someone he's supposed to know (but doesn't really) has him on edge. Those intrusive memories of a life in Wayward Pines can only take him so far. But he washes up and slips out of his mechanic's overshirt, swapping it for his coat. After he pulls on his gloves (winter, at least, makes it easy for him to have a ready-made excuse to hide the metal hand), he heads out to join Damon.
The air's brisk, at least, and somewhat pleasant. Not like the cold really bothers him.
"So. Where are we heading?"
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One foot in front of the other, he leads Bucky around the corner to a supposed favorite of his and Stefan's.
"Lagomarchino's. Heard of it?" And without skipping a beat, he barrels forward, again taking the initiative. "Of course you have, we live here." Whether he's playing the part for the camera on the corner of his shop, convincing himself of something he knows not to be true, or reminding him how layered their entire interaction is, is unclear. Damon, for his part, dresses the part, his heavy 90's overcoat covering a black v-neck he'd gotten back from the sheriff and baggier pants than he'd like. "I just thought it was high time I get to know the guy who works for me. You and Stefan have your whole--" He wags two fingers, not sure that's actually what they have, or if he's witnessed it this week, but it sounds about right. "I thought I should probably ask a few questions. Maybe let you ask a few of your own. Bonding."
Without football. It occurs to him that bonding could involve football. And road trips. But, this trip is on foot.
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It's a lie, of course, because he went to school in Brooklyn, over three-quarters of a century ago, and he knows it. He remembers.
"Our whole..." he repeats, a note of amusement in his voice as he follows Damon's hand gestures. Despite his casual demeanor, though, the thought of some impending bonding has Bucky increasingly on edge. He huffs out a laugh. "Questions? Sounds more like an interview. Bonding usually involves beer and pool."
At least, it does to Fake Midwestern Bucky.
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"Mentor-mentee thing going on. It's cute. Greasy. You and I don't really get to interact." And really, he's just saying this because he believes this is how it could be. He's flying blind right now. "Now, now, bonding involves two people getting to know one another better. Whether that be over lunch, on a road trip, throwing around the football..." He continues, half shrugging. "Do you have a football on you?"