Adamus Sutekh | The Lorien Legacies (adamussutekh) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2017-09-02 12:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, ~2017 september, ~25 points, ~~~~adamus sutekh (adamussutekh) |
WHO: Bucky Barnes and Adamus Sutekh
WHAT: Working on a bike
WHEN: Today
WHERE: In front of Bucky's house
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Closed/Started in Gdocs, continued in comments
Adamus didn’t get a whole lot of social interaction. This was as much his own fault as anything else. He simply didn’t feel entirely comfortable around other people. Only One had ever really been able to get past his antisocial demeanor, and she’d been dead when she’d done it. He couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ever stop missing her.
While he usually spent his evenings at home, tonight he’d forced himself to go out. He was feeling lonely, and starting to feel a bit sorry for himself. He would not allow that to happen. He didn’t want to go to Lou’s or Verdant, because drinking wasn’t really for him, but perhaps something would present itself once he was out of the house.
So he put on his shoes and headed out into the evening. It was a nice evening, not too hot. There was a light breeze with just a touch of cool in it, that made him think that fall would be here in a few weeks. He walked past the shops and theaters downtown, past the bars, and finally found himself in a residential area again. There, he saw a man working on a motorcycle in his driveway.
He stopped, watching with fascination. He had quite the interest in mechanics as well, and while his speciality was more along the lines of space ships or helicopters, the motorcycle caught his interest.
“Good evening,” he said. He didn’t want the man seeing him first, and assuming that he was some sort of creeper.
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Bucky was still trying to reconcile the memories that he knew were from being small in Brooklyn with the memories he now had of Madison Valley. It was weird and could certainly have been much worse, but the memories he'd gotten over that week were good memories. Sorting through them, slotting them into place, those were things he liked to do while keeping his hands occupied.
Since the weather would start to turn soon enough, he figured now was as good a time as any to do some maintenance on his motorcycle. He'd brought her out to the driveway and sat himself down on an overturned bucket while he worked. Bucky didn't have any music or anything going, but even as wrapped up as he was in his own thoughts, he didn't miss the people who walked past. For the most part, he didn't pay attention to them, at least until one passerby stopped to watch him.
"Evening," he replied, when the guy said hello. "Do you ride?" he asked, turning to look at the guy properly.
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