Misty Day (touchof) wrote in portland_logs, @ 2015-01-06 19:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | bucky barnes, misty day |
Who: Misty and Bucky
Where: Somewhere in Portland
When: Wednesday
What: Misty gets the urge to hug a stranger
Status: On going
Warnings: Maybe language?
Misty had taken to aimlessly wandering the streets of Portland whenever she wasn’t at work or tending her garden. She couldn’t help it, the wormhole had dumped her right smack dab in the middle of a group of interesting people and while they were in the minority in the city, her curiosity was piqued and she wanted to at least get a feel for them. Literally. Her ability to feel vibes people gave off had never pinged quite like this since she’d become aware it was more than simple gut instinct like she had assumed before realizing it was a lot more than that. There were so many different kinds of people, not all of them nice, but it actually kind of made her want to know more. Vampires were actually real and holy crap was that crazy. Magic was one thing but actual immortal beings walking around like it was normal? That was different but she managed to keep her distance, mostly. Curious she may be, but stupid she wasn’t. Most of the vamps gave off some of the darkest vibes she’d ever felt so they might as well have monster stamped on their foreheads.
With the sun out, there weren’t many around and Misty was enjoying her walk, the vibes around her light though occasionally tinged with stress. She hummed softly to herself and gingerly adjusted the headband on her head, taking care not to knock down the white lily she’d tucked above her ear but nearly did just that when she whipped her head around to look across the street. She scanned the block until her eyes unerringly found the reason why she had stopped in her tracks. A man with brown hair that would have otherwise blended in with everyone else stood out to her like a sore thumb. His vibes were harsh, tinged with pain and tragedy that was overwhelming. It wasn’t fresh but whatever caused it had left a lasting impression.
She didn’t even think twice before she crossed the street and caught up with him. Maybe she should have thought it through, he was a stranger and likely had something to do, but she was never one for paying social customs any mind. She had snuck into Zoe’s car and taken a nap in the backseat without knowing what she was getting herself into all because she’d felt a pull so stepping in front of the brunette and wrapping her arms around him in a hug seemed like a reasonable thing to her. This was what hugs were meant for, to comfort people, and holy hell did he deserve some comfort.