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thearena2015-07-12 07:56 pm
tookthewheel) wrote in thearena2015-07-12 07:56 pm
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If you feel so empty, so used up, so let down [closed]
Who| Bucky and Eowyn
What| Bucky short-lived killing spree comes to an end at the hand of a shieldmaiden
Where| The farmland
When| Near end of the arena
Warnings/Notes| Violence and death
He's tired. His body is starting to shake, doing too much on too little. He hasn't eaten properly for over a week and fresh water is hard to come by, not that he can care enough to stop and find a drink. The irrepressible fury still courses through his veins, buoyed by loss and whatever the hell it is the Gamemaker's are pumping into the air for the end of the arena.
It smells like fire and death, the constant bombardment from the ocean reminding him of the trenches in the war. The whole thing makes him think of the war, with the destruction and mud churned up with blood. it's dizzying, it's thrilling. It makes his body burst with energy it doesn't have.
Bucky's running on empty; filled with the Soldier's single-minded purpose and the repressed anger of the man that was torn up to make him hauled to the surface. There's really only one way this can end.
The woman whose name he should know from his studies of the Tribute roster but can't, in this moment, remember, is just another target, another means to make this end. One way or another he needs this to end.
What| Bucky short-lived killing spree comes to an end at the hand of a shieldmaiden
Where| The farmland
When| Near end of the arena
Warnings/Notes| Violence and death
He's tired. His body is starting to shake, doing too much on too little. He hasn't eaten properly for over a week and fresh water is hard to come by, not that he can care enough to stop and find a drink. The irrepressible fury still courses through his veins, buoyed by loss and whatever the hell it is the Gamemaker's are pumping into the air for the end of the arena.
It smells like fire and death, the constant bombardment from the ocean reminding him of the trenches in the war. The whole thing makes him think of the war, with the destruction and mud churned up with blood. it's dizzying, it's thrilling. It makes his body burst with energy it doesn't have.
Bucky's running on empty; filled with the Soldier's single-minded purpose and the repressed anger of the man that was torn up to make him hauled to the surface. There's really only one way this can end.
The woman whose name he should know from his studies of the Tribute roster but can't, in this moment, remember, is just another target, another means to make this end. One way or another he needs this to end.