Bucky Barnes (notzimniysoldat) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2019-06-24 13:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, [plot] cruise2019, ~2019 june, ~25 points, ~~bucky barnes (notzimniysoldat), ~~steve rogers (neverdanced) |
WHO Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers
WHAT Someone is Moping
WHEN Monday afternoon
WHERE One of the less popular areas of the lower decks, out by the railing
WARNINGS Definitely talk of depression, spiraling/destructive behavior, low self-esteem, possibly discussions of murderous assassin like activities.
STATUS Closed | Incomplete
Bucky was hiding away and he knew it. He knew it wasn't going to help anything either, and yet here he was, lurking on Deck 6 on the section of deck that curved inward, towards the front of the ship. Not too many people came down this way, not unless they were looking to run and even then, that tapered off once the late morning hit. He'd taken one of the chairs that were strewn out around the deck and positioned it even further away from everyone else on the off chance it decided to get a little more crowded.
Every time he heard someone coming, he looked up to assess whether or not they were a threat or likely to bother him. Most people, he could just dismiss because they didn't know him or didn't care to. Nothing about his posture or expression said he was good company right now. He was too lost in his own thoughts. They should have gone back to Madison by now. There were no more stops, it seemed, just floating out into the ocean. Bucky had seen on the network that they weren't necessarily confined to their rooms anymore, but it felt dangerous to hope that was the case for them. He wasn't even really sure what he wanted.
Another set of footsteps, familiar this time, caught his attention and Bucky sighed. His grace period was up, it seemed. "Grab a chair," he told Steve as his friend passed one. He was going to need it.