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Post by Darkshine Laufeyson-Barnes on Nov 13, 2017 12:51:17 GMT -5
It's okay! I really don't mind, I do that with a few other people too, so I'm used to it. AND YES, being short can be so unfortunate.]
The Vixen walked along the wall until she came to the row of hand guns, picking one out that looked the easiest to operate and turned it over and around in her hands to adjust to the feeling of holding it. She wasn't stupid, checking to make sure that is was on "safety" right there, and holding it up as if she were about to shoot at a target. It seemed to fit her well, and she was satisfied, bringing it down again and looking to the Winter Soldier for further instructions.
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Post by spilled ink on Nov 13, 2017 20:51:07 GMT -5
((rip darky, also i should tell you. i am very uncomfortable with looking up how to handle firearms as my parents would find that quite alarming and i personally find it hard to handle myself so this sect of rp is gonna be more on the brisk side. which will also translate into looking rushed and uninformed and shorter replies, so just a lil heads up.))
Bucky took her hand from the gun, deciding to first teach the basics. He figured the woman was already educated but now she must be taught how to use these specific weapons. These were Soviet-made. Easily describing and demonstrating the different uses for varying circumstances he eventually handed it back. Allowing her to see how she would naturally shoot, he gestured to the targets and stepped away. Original posture and stance were always interesting to the man, he himself was an excellent marksman.
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Post by Darkshine Laufeyson-Barnes on Nov 13, 2017 21:24:45 GMT -5
[Ah, I understand! Don't worry. We can skip over if you'd like.]
The Vixen watched his movements carefully and hoped to replicate it. She held the gun out in front of her and squinted at the targets, pressing the trigger down ever so slightly and listened to the pop of the bullet as it left the barrel of the gun and miss the target. She cursed under her breath.
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Post by spilled ink on Nov 16, 2017 18:41:58 GMT -5
((we might end up doing something of the sort. thanks for understanding.))
Bucky allowed himself a small grin. All things considered she hadn't done terribly... he'd seen worse. After her bout of curses, he fixed her stance and gave her general tips on how to train her eyes on the target. With years of practice in HYDRA and outside of their tutelage he'd picked up a few unique little tricks, how he taught it was a different matter. His only practice in teaching smaller builds how to shoot had not been added to his repertoire of teaching skills. Once he fixed her stance he placed his own back in his hands and took a shot. Dead on hit. He stepped back and waited for her to try again.
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Post by Darkshine Laufeyson-Barnes on Nov 16, 2017 20:09:59 GMT -5
[Of course!]
She did her best to soak in every piece of information like a sponge. Her eyes focused on his specific movements while glancing over at the target to see where he had aimed the gun. She bit the corner of her lip, remained in her fixed position that he had put her in, and took a shot. It claimed the edge of the target, so.... improvement.
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Post by spilled ink on Dec 2, 2017 16:57:02 GMT -5
(I love your new avvie! where'd you get it from? tdw?)
Bucky's small grin grew as she concentrated and missed. He knew she'd get it eventually, the this block of training flew as he corrected her minor movements and other small details. By the end she'd edged closer and closer to the center, they'd continue working on it for complete accuracy. But now was his least favorite part of his job, which considering what his job title was, is saying a lot. Holding his hand out to take the weapon, he commented begrudgingly, "Nice work." With a nod, he tilted his head to the door for her break. "Be back in 15 minutes."
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Post by Darkshine Laufeyson-Barnes on Dec 2, 2017 22:53:15 GMT -5
(Whew, long day man. I probably got like two hours of sleep last night. And I've been at my theatre festival for 16+ hours? xD)
The Vixen handed him her gun, blinking once and then turning swiftly towards the exit where he had told her to wait. She glanced quickly over her shoulder to see if she could see his expression. Nothing. His face was hidden by his hair, and shadows. After leaving the room, she relaxed against the wall, tilting her head back and closing her eyes, inhaling and exhaling slowly to ease her mind.
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Post by spilled ink on Dec 3, 2017 21:54:32 GMT -5
((oof, i can't do that anymore. i used to do it in middle school, like all the time, but that was before i was put in classes that actually required effort so now i need my brain at full functioning capacity. ))
Bucky cleaned up the targets and put away the guns, tucking his own weapons back in their respective places along his belt or in the cabinet. Opening the door to a closet off to the left he rolled in the targets into their correct places without even flipping on the light switch. He'd had the closet organized himself and knew the layout by heart. Filing out of the closet he locked the door with the key hidden in the cabinet of weapons, that required another key, he didn't have it, but before he came to train someone would unlock it for him. Sometimes Bucky couldn't help but wonder how over cautious HYDRA was, but then when he looked back on the times he did want to escape the amount of moving parts the plan would have to be is ridiculous, so he supposed the security measures did what they were meant to. As he placed the key back in its intended hiding place, he snagged a granola bar in the "secret" trainer drawer and snacked thoughtfully.
((you changed youre font... hmmm... its kinda squish. i think i like it. xD ))
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Post by Darkshine Laufeyson-Barnes on Dec 3, 2017 22:03:37 GMT -5
(How rude of me, I forgot to answer your question last night! Yes, it's from TDW. THEATRE IS WORTH THE LACK OF SLEEP AND BRAIN CELLS) (I do to, it seems more fitting of a Marvel rp, idk.)
Her proud demeanor changed while other guards she didn't know, passed by. They gave her a hard stare, and she cringed. She wanted The Winter Soldier to hurry up. She was scared.
You don't need him to protect you. You are the Vixen. Our next weapon. Test Subject B. That little voice inside her head began to ramble. She placed her hands over her ears. "Stop. Stop it!"
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Post by spilled ink on Dec 8, 2017 19:19:07 GMT -5
((ah, tbh i've gotta text you sometime soon, i keep on thinking of it but before i can even open messages i get whisked away in biology. and yea youre font it does seem to be more fitting. i'm never changing my trebuchet ms tho. idk why but i love this font. its great. also youre avvie is goals, and i appreciate youre rp profile, that's pretty cool, i have yet to fiddle with that. but it seems interesting.))
Hearing her cries in the hallway he finished his granola bar, crumpled the trash, and tossed it in the trashcan. Bucky stepped around to see better what was happening. Oh, just the guards, he thought, heaving a sigh a relief. He never liked to admit it but he always felt some sense of defensiveness when it came to his trainees. Wiping these thoughts, he called her back from the hallway anticipating that the rest of the Death Squad would come back soon. He figured she wouldn't mind him cutting into the last five minutes of break. "Just a bit of background here, on the team," he told her, grabbing and tossing her a water bottle, when he noticed she hadn't had one in hand.
((i feel like overprotective bucky has been activated and will now never leave and its gonna kill him as tws, he gonna die. but tis okay, shield gonna come n rescue him. XD))
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Post by Darkshine Laufeyson-Barnes on Dec 8, 2017 20:36:07 GMT -5
(You're fine, Moon! I just finished my college course finals this week and a huge 50 page (dead serious about that one) project for economics. Now I have a project that counts as a final for composition, I dunno what we're doing for theatre, a regular one for eco, I have to sing a solo for musical theatre, and probably a regular one for TV production. I'm already trying to sign up for classes for next semester (earth science, theatre, psychology, general animal science, and animal dental practices) but they won't let me proceed until January, which sucks because all the classes will probably be full by then. I love your font to! And yes, I love the rp profile, I only just figured out how to do it recently.) ___________________________________________________________________ Her face turned red. Had he heard all of that? She caught the water bottle with gloved hands, eyes round and scared still.
“Thanks,” she muttered self-consciously. “Did- did you..?” Her voice wavered. “Nevermind.” The Vixen looked down at the floor again submissively in front of her trainer. _______________________________________________________________________________ (YAY, OVERPROTECTIVE BUCKY BOY XD And I love how it's called the death squad, regularly in the roleplay, it's kind of funny.)
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Post by spilled ink on Dec 18, 2017 10:17:42 GMT -5
((Darkshine Laufeyson-Barnes eep! 50 pages of anything sounds rough. that sounds so exciting! your head must be spinning from all of that. i'm so excited for you! oh and if we could get back to like tagging that'd be great, i almost missed you're post entirely. )) --- Bucky couldn't help but notice how red her face was and the stuttering mess she became. "So the people coming in soon are trained just as you are now and are used by HYDRA to keep things from getting out of hand," he started, pacing a bit. "This means that these people are a team, HYDRA's show of power, their elite Death Squad, I am the leader of that team. You will be next to join the team if you pass the testing." --- ((wow that actually sucks im so sorry. oh well, i'll work something out. tbh overprotective bucky is the best bucky. the only reason why i appreciate it is bc all the humor of it being called the Death Squad is lost on bucky. like hes just like okay cool why not.))
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Post by Darkshine Laufeyson-Barnes on Mar 24, 2018 18:10:48 GMT -5
"Testing?" Her voice held confusion. Hadn't she done enough? And why the heck did they assume she wanted to be apart of this said "Death Squad" anyways?
[My posts will get longer again, I promise.]
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Post by spilled ink on Mar 24, 2018 18:46:14 GMT -5
Bucky ignored the bewildered statement, better leave people in the dark than mislead them. "if you pass the squad will be completed. This squad will be your teammates on all the missions you do. Missions require high caliber of skills, so expect that of the missions." Pausing, he considers his next words carefully, achieving a bone chilling effect. "If you fail this test you are assigned a new mentor and shipped to a new facility to start over," essentially --you're killed. He shifted away from the girl pulling open the cabinet of weapons, waving his hand over to them let her pick. Instinct told him the guys wouldn't play nice today.
(okay so my guys are Bucky, Kline and Mark. i can give brief physical descr if you want them? like face claims n stuff. i'm thinking maybe the guys don't take her seriously? maybe like ribing at her stance as a woman and just overall hostile. realize theyre probably hostile to all of the newbies, but this awfulness is bc they are kind of threatened by her rising so quickly bc they had to work the system so much and she just kind of appeared and all the sudden she's on one of the final tests. also when did we say we want the shield break in to be?) [/b][/font]
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Post by Darkshine Laufeyson-Barnes on Mar 26, 2018 20:53:58 GMT -5
"That's reassuring." It was her first comment that actually sounded a bit on the confident side. But the tone of his voice still shook her immensely. Truthfully, she didn't know why she was scared, there wasn't anything worth looking forward to at the moment, so if she did die, well too bad. She let her eyes run over the weapons, deciding a simple hand gun was enough.
(Okay, I'm going to think on the name of my dude, I haven't picked one yet. xD But don't let that stop us from continuing.
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Post by spilled ink on Mar 26, 2018 21:52:33 GMT -5
Glancing at the weapon with masked approval, Bucky carefully shut the cabinet. Just another trainee, another test, and another subject, he thought resolutely as it closed with click. Discreetly he checked his pocket for his knives; he heard footsteps around the corridor and heaving a sigh he hauled himself to intimidate. Shoulders out, head up, walls building higher by the second, his face soon became a stern leader --too stern-- a machine. Through his peripheral view checked on the Vixen, shaken but not shutdown with fear. Systematically clenching and unclenching his fists he made sure to drain every ounce of humanness from his person and left his hands rigid at his side. He trained these monsters; they know him better than anyone. This would be an interesting test, not only for the Vixen.
((sounds good, tbh names arent even that important i was just feelin those names last night. when did you want shield to break in? shortly after this fiasco? or wait a bit longer? i'm down for whatever.))
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Post by Darkshine Laufeyson-Barnes on Mar 27, 2018 11:53:11 GMT -5
[Shortly after works just fine!]
Three men dressed in uniform came around the corner, the source of the dreaded footsteps. They certainly did not have the same sort of ruggedness as the Winter Soldier, but were still frightening to confront in a different sort of way. The Vixen glanced at him, not expecting reassurance but to see how he was reacting. Unfortunately, it looked like he had retreated back into a robotic mode, and there was nothing she she knew that could be done to convert him back until he wanted to.
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