The Marvel Universe Roleplaying Community - The Birth and Death of a Legend

From: the_extras Date: May 20th, 2009 05:14 am (UTC) Re: The Following Week (Link)

Just in time for the silent one to grab him by his shirt. “YOU LYING LITTLE DOUBLE-CROSSING GOOD-FOR-NOTHING SNOT-NOSED…”

The first man nudges his elbow. “Hey, Max… we got company.”

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From: cap_a Date: May 20th, 2009 05:15 am (UTC) Re: The Following Week (Link)

A blond private approaches the group of men, carrying a small hammer. “Excuse me, guys… does this belong to one of you?”

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From: wwii_hero Date: May 20th, 2009 05:15 am (UTC) Re: The Following Week (Link)

“THERE you are!” the youth declares, moving towards the new arrival. “Finally! Why didn’t you call? How’s your sweet girl? She’s dead?! How horrible! Where’re the smokes? You didn’t bring them?” He begins to step closer to the private, driving him back… and away from the other men. “You lost the shipment? You got pinched? Oh, great! What do I tell these guys? The things I have to deal with…” He turns back to the three angry men. “Boys, I’m going to have to straighten this out. ‘Scuse us for a minute…” He grabs the private’s arm to lead him away… and is surprised by the strength in the man’s arms, but doesn’t say anything. “Now let’s see what kind of damage you’ve done, you lummox!”

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From: cap_a Date: May 20th, 2009 05:16 am (UTC) Re: The Following Week (Link)

Steve frowns. He’s been placed in this camp in secret – no one here knows what he’s been through, or how the army is planning to use him. He’s been told to keep a low profile, and even act dumb if necessary. But this just seems altogether strange.

“Uhm… you mind telling me what just happened?”

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From: wwii_hero Date: May 20th, 2009 05:17 am (UTC) Re: The Following Week (Link)

The brown-haired teen shushes him, then looks back over his shoulder to make sure the other men were gone. They weren’t.

“I’ll get right back to you boys… just give me a minute!”

He leads Steve further away, until, satisfied they’re no longer being followed, he exhales loudly. “Boy, was that a close one, or what?”

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From: cap_a Date: May 20th, 2009 05:18 am (UTC) Re: The Following Week (Link)

Steve narrows his eyes. “Should someone your age be selling cigarettes?”

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From: wwii_hero Date: May 20th, 2009 05:19 am (UTC) Re: The Following Week (Link)

The teen snaps up to look at the private. “Stop the presses!” he insists, holding up his hands. “I just got rescued by the Pope!”

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From: cap_a Date: May 20th, 2009 05:19 am (UTC) Re: The Following Week (Link)

“I’m not the Pope,” Steve replies.

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From: wwii_hero Date: May 20th, 2009 05:20 am (UTC) Re: The Following Week (Link)

“You’re not? Whew! I’m absolved! Listen, a guy’s gotta do what he can to make a buck in this world, right? Let me buy you a lunch in our lovely mess hall…” He pauses, waiting for an introduction.

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From: cap_a Date: May 20th, 2009 05:21 am (UTC) Re: The Following Week (Link)

“Rogers. Private Steve Rogers,” Steve replies.

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From: wwii_hero Date: May 20th, 2009 05:21 am (UTC) Re: The Following Week (Link)

“James Buchanan Barnes at your service,” the teen replies. “But everyone calls me Bucky if they know what’s good for ‘em.”

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From: cap_a Date: May 20th, 2009 05:22 am (UTC) Re: The Following Week (Link)

“You’re that camp mascot I’ve heard about?” Steve asks.

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From: wwii_hero Date: May 20th, 2009 05:23 am (UTC) Re: The Following Week (Link)

“Mascot?” Bucky asks, offended. “Mascot! What’m I… a puppy dog? I provide an invaluable clerical service to this base, and in turn, the entirety of the United States Army, mister. Now let’s eat it or beat it!”

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