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pineslog2017-03-10 07:34 pm
zymasoldat) wrote in pineslog2017-03-10 07:34 pm
HAPPY CENTENNIAL, BUCKY BARNES [open to all]
Who: OPEN TO ALL. PARTY LOOOG!
Where: Wayward Pines's roller skating rink/bowling alley.
When: TODAY, MARCH 10th
What: It's Bucky Barnes's 100th-- uh. 31st. Yeah. 31st birthday...
Warnings: Just warn for anything in your headers.
[Open]
[ This wasn't Bucky's idea. If he had his way, his 100th birthday would come and go without any fanfare. But it's not up to him, really; it's up to Natasha. She's pretty good at getting her way. And it's not that she forced his hand, so much as strongly encouraged the party, using very persuasive arguments to get him to go along with it. It'd look suspicious, after all, if Bucky Barnes, friendly, outgoing local-boy mechanic, didn't celebrate his birthday. Right?
Now here he is, at the bowling-alley-slash-roller-skating-rink (complete with a small 'arcade' with pinball and claw machines), with Steve, Natasha, and anyone else who felt like showing up. Of course, it's not a 90s roller skate birthday party without a kick-ass mix full of songs he's never heard before. Food's a mix of whatever the concession stand's got available and some snacks they stocked up on. And-- oh, does that birthday cake actually have one hundred candles? Yeah. If asked about that, they'll just say it's an inside joke. You know, because Bucky's so old at 30...something... ha.
Anyway. Mingle. Skate. Bowl. Have fun. ]
[OOC: OKAY NOW THE PLAYLISTS ARE GETTING MOVED HERE: PLAYLIST 1, PLAYLIST 2, PLAYLIST 3.]
Where: Wayward Pines's roller skating rink/bowling alley.
When: TODAY, MARCH 10th
What: It's Bucky Barnes's 100th-- uh. 31st. Yeah. 31st birthday...
Warnings: Just warn for anything in your headers.
[Open]
[ This wasn't Bucky's idea. If he had his way, his 100th birthday would come and go without any fanfare. But it's not up to him, really; it's up to Natasha. She's pretty good at getting her way. And it's not that she forced his hand, so much as strongly encouraged the party, using very persuasive arguments to get him to go along with it. It'd look suspicious, after all, if Bucky Barnes, friendly, outgoing local-boy mechanic, didn't celebrate his birthday. Right?
Now here he is, at the bowling-alley-slash-roller-skating-rink (complete with a small 'arcade' with pinball and claw machines), with Steve, Natasha, and anyone else who felt like showing up. Of course, it's not a 90s roller skate birthday party without a kick-ass mix full of songs he's never heard before. Food's a mix of whatever the concession stand's got available and some snacks they stocked up on. And-- oh, does that birthday cake actually have one hundred candles? Yeah. If asked about that, they'll just say it's an inside joke. You know, because Bucky's so old at 30...something... ha.
Anyway. Mingle. Skate. Bowl. Have fun. ]
[OOC: OKAY NOW THE PLAYLISTS ARE GETTING MOVED HERE: PLAYLIST 1, PLAYLIST 2, PLAYLIST 3.]
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[He's right, though. She does fight dirty. Messing her hair up was a good strategy, she's dangerous. Now she's harmless, hands flying to her head to try and salvage this mess while she scowls at her much, MUCH bigger cousin.]
You're not tough, you're a punk!
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'You're not tough, you're a punk!' It's a familiar remark, tugs at his memory in a way that makes him pretty sure somebody said the same thing to him before, back in Brooklyn. Maybe his sisters. Maybe Steve. Maybe some other pal of his. A touch of sadness bleeds into his smile, causing it to falter, but only for a moment. ]
Only to you. [ ANYWAY. He nods at the rink. ] You remember how to skate?
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She probably would have caught the change in his expression if she wasn't so busy fixing her hair. She does, however, catch the nod to the rink, following his gaze before staring wide-eyed at the skaters. HAHAHAHA no.]
I'm graceful as all fuck, but you aren't gonna catch me dead in roller skates, slowly circling around to the dulcet tunes of vanilla ice. I'm here for the claw machine and to demolish people at space invaders and that is it.
[Wait. She forgot one important part.]
... And your birthday, obvi. How old are you now? Fifty? Seventy-one? A MILLION?
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So, is my birthday present gonna come from the claw machine? [ He jests! Bucky has no need for stuffed animals, since he's a little old for all that. Speaking of: ]
Is 31 really that old to you? [ It's a perfectly youthful age! Unlike... 100. But it's not like he's really 100 years old, since he spent most of the past 70 years frozen. ] Just wait 'til it's your turn.
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[She snorts, shaking her head.] Nah. I guess not. Another decade and you'll be something verging on distinguished and experienced and aged to perfection...
[She... she might not be talking about Bucky anymore. God, is she sighing? She totally sighed. Like a full on dreamy sigh. This is pathetic.]
Please, you and I both know I'll be lucky to make it past 25.