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capitalh2014-05-30 02:13 am
notreallygood) wrote in capitalh2014-05-30 02:13 am
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Who: Bucky Barnes (aka Anatoly) and YOU!
Where: Phillipe's!
When: March 29, evening.
What: Bucky is playing the tourist and trying to meet people and stuff.
Warnings: None as of yet!
He hasn't had a chance to make much of a mark in the city yet. In some ways, that is good -- no one to watch out for. In other ways, it is bad; he has very few contacts made. So after playing bouncer at a club for some quick cash, he decides to change that. He's heard quite a lot about Phillipe's in his short stay in Los Angeles, and where was a better place to meet people than in a deli?
So it is there the soldier is seated, at a long table near the registers, sandwich in hand. He feels fairly certain that he's been somewhere like this before; perhaps not in Los Angeles, but the general atmosphere is familiar. He knows better than to think too hard on that, though, it is best to do such things in the presence of Natasha. She knows how to deal with what comes after, whether it ends up good or bad. In any case, at the moment he looks as harmless as can be; save perhaps for the metal arm. He's quite contentedly playing the part of tourist, looking around the building with some curiosity.
Where: Phillipe's!
When: March 29, evening.
What: Bucky is playing the tourist and trying to meet people and stuff.
Warnings: None as of yet!
He hasn't had a chance to make much of a mark in the city yet. In some ways, that is good -- no one to watch out for. In other ways, it is bad; he has very few contacts made. So after playing bouncer at a club for some quick cash, he decides to change that. He's heard quite a lot about Phillipe's in his short stay in Los Angeles, and where was a better place to meet people than in a deli?
So it is there the soldier is seated, at a long table near the registers, sandwich in hand. He feels fairly certain that he's been somewhere like this before; perhaps not in Los Angeles, but the general atmosphere is familiar. He knows better than to think too hard on that, though, it is best to do such things in the presence of Natasha. She knows how to deal with what comes after, whether it ends up good or bad. In any case, at the moment he looks as harmless as can be; save perhaps for the metal arm. He's quite contentedly playing the part of tourist, looking around the building with some curiosity.