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thearena2014-06-27 04:37 pm
tookthewheel) wrote in thearena2014-06-27 04:37 pm
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You've lost your way [open]
Who| MCU!Bucky Barnes and OTA
What| Bucky got into a dumb fight with his counterpart, broke a rollercoaster and is now moping around the arena trying to deal with that, his scattered mind alongside the dangers of the arena and other tributes.
Where| Various locations
When| During the 2nd Hell-rena
Warnings/Notes| Amnesia and potential references to trauma as standard with this guy. Also possible violence and body horror for the setting
Prompt A: Hell-rena at the Lake
Even at his full strength the fight with his mirror image has left him filthy, battered, bloody and aching.
The world turned to madness; it's falling apart, moving constantly round and round. He could see the buildings moving from the amusement park as he dragged himself at first and then stumbled up, making painfully slow progress away from the scene of the battle with dogged determination. The Soldier forces his protesting limbs to carry him just that little bit more to collapse by the lake and shifts his back up against a tree, grimacing as he does.
It's a poor choice to sit here, there's not much cover but he needs to stay still just for a short while and collect himself as much as he's currently capable of. If he can only have a few minutes to breath in this stifling heat and let his augmented body do what it was made to do maybe he'll survive a little longer in this hell. He uses what strength is left in him to tug off the torn hoody and give himself some relief from the temperature, quickly draping the cloth over his metal arm after so the shine of it won't give his presence immediately away to anyone nearby.
Prompt B: Hell arena, specify your own location/time
He's beginning to feel the very real effects of hunger setting in now. The Soldier's not been eating the food from the orchard (he'd been warned of its effects on his first day), only risking drinking the water sparingly because while he can push on without food for a while dehydration will kill him in days and the heat is absolute and oppressive, but if he doesn't find safe food soon he'll be in real trouble. Not just that, he's still has the lingering wounds from his fight with his other self to slow him down, the few days with his abilities in place have helped to heal the worst of it but not nearly all.
There was one thing he paid attention to in the aftermath of that fight though, his hair is now hacked short to the nape of his neck. It's still far from neat but it presents less of a vulnerability now.
Having lost his previous weapons he's taken the time to re-equip himself with newly scavenged ones. Glass shards and a rusted pair of garden shears with the blades broken apart to form two primitive long knives. He's hidden the weapons as best he can under his clothing as he walks through the arena, searching for any possibly chance to gain more supplies.
[[ooc: Feel free to reply in brackets if prose isn't your thing!]]
What| Bucky got into a dumb fight with his counterpart, broke a rollercoaster and is now moping around the arena trying to deal with that, his scattered mind alongside the dangers of the arena and other tributes.
Where| Various locations
When| During the 2nd Hell-rena
Warnings/Notes| Amnesia and potential references to trauma as standard with this guy. Also possible violence and body horror for the setting
Prompt A: Hell-rena at the Lake
Even at his full strength the fight with his mirror image has left him filthy, battered, bloody and aching.
The world turned to madness; it's falling apart, moving constantly round and round. He could see the buildings moving from the amusement park as he dragged himself at first and then stumbled up, making painfully slow progress away from the scene of the battle with dogged determination. The Soldier forces his protesting limbs to carry him just that little bit more to collapse by the lake and shifts his back up against a tree, grimacing as he does.
It's a poor choice to sit here, there's not much cover but he needs to stay still just for a short while and collect himself as much as he's currently capable of. If he can only have a few minutes to breath in this stifling heat and let his augmented body do what it was made to do maybe he'll survive a little longer in this hell. He uses what strength is left in him to tug off the torn hoody and give himself some relief from the temperature, quickly draping the cloth over his metal arm after so the shine of it won't give his presence immediately away to anyone nearby.
Prompt B: Hell arena, specify your own location/time
He's beginning to feel the very real effects of hunger setting in now. The Soldier's not been eating the food from the orchard (he'd been warned of its effects on his first day), only risking drinking the water sparingly because while he can push on without food for a while dehydration will kill him in days and the heat is absolute and oppressive, but if he doesn't find safe food soon he'll be in real trouble. Not just that, he's still has the lingering wounds from his fight with his other self to slow him down, the few days with his abilities in place have helped to heal the worst of it but not nearly all.
There was one thing he paid attention to in the aftermath of that fight though, his hair is now hacked short to the nape of his neck. It's still far from neat but it presents less of a vulnerability now.
Having lost his previous weapons he's taken the time to re-equip himself with newly scavenged ones. Glass shards and a rusted pair of garden shears with the blades broken apart to form two primitive long knives. He's hidden the weapons as best he can under his clothing as he walks through the arena, searching for any possibly chance to gain more supplies.
[[ooc: Feel free to reply in brackets if prose isn't your thing!]]
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If he wasn't so familiar with it he'd be in more trouble now, if he wasn't taught to push through it. The blast of her power throws him, fire that's familiar in ways he doesn't want to remember, a reminder of the one thing they never let him forget. His metal arm seizes as the power works its way through his body and only his serum-powered resilience pulls him through to still move after.
The Soldier puts distance between them immediately, reworking his approach, trying to analyse. Two glass daggers are thrown, still accurate if not as forcefully as before in quick succession.
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He doesn't disappoint but this time she's quicker, the only wound he gets is a scratch along one cheekbone and the chittering grows louder, Rose not even caring to aim as she throws another blast at him, incidentally aimed at his feet.
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-- then he stops, cocks his head and listens. With his enhanced hearing he picks up on it first, the baying of the dog creatures coming closer. The odds are not in his favour to deal with both her and them.
Seconds after and they appear around the corner, driven more aggressive and mad by the heat, jowls coated in foam as they charge for the two combatants. The Soldier grimaces, tightening his hand around the shear blade, looking for high ground to escape to.
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So she moves to attack them, an act that both draws their attention to her, and her attention away from the soldier. Luck may still be on his side today.
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So when the dogs come and distract her the Soldier takes the opportunity and leaves, climbing up onto one of the houses and putting distance between them by clambering over the roofs.
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