[He hates the network. It's not secure. It's monitored by persons unknown with equally unknown affiliations. It makes the user a target, vulnerable. He barely uses it except to keep track of the people who are foolish enough to use it. He's tried getting rid of the tablet, but it never seems to work for long.
Not wanting his real name to show up for all and sundry to see, he had entered a random string of letters when he first arrived. Better than a word which may be associated with him, this was harder to track, harder to trace. Safer.
Waking up somewhere new is not unusual, but it is concerning. He thought he had it under control, clearly he was wrong. But then there was that message, so perhaps it hadn't been his fault after all. He needs to make sure and the only way to do that is to ask.]
Last night. What do you remember?
[He keeps his message as succinct as possible. Short and to the point to hide identifying patterns and minimise the time spent actually using this thing.]
four. action
[He travels alone, it's safer that way and there are people here who he isn't ready to face. It didn't take long to learn the rules of this place, simple survival by any means necessary in brutal conditions. Familiar, easy to cope with. The house is one he hasn't seen before, but he doesn't have time to do his usual scouting reconnaissance to make sure it's empty and not booby-trapped in any way. Night is coming and he has no other choice.
He bites back a startled noise when the door opens to reveal a multitude of people.
On guard at once, muscles tense and coiled. He's ready to defend himself in a heartbeat. None of them are moving, and so he moves cautiously into the room. It's the first flicker of movement from whoever else had found this house first as a shelter that pulls him into action.
He swings around, gloved fist flying out without hesitation or mercy.
Sorry, other random resident seeking shelter for the night.]
Bucky Barnes | MCU
@hscmix; text
[He hates the network. It's not secure. It's monitored by persons unknown with equally unknown affiliations. It makes the user a target, vulnerable. He barely uses it except to keep track of the people who are foolish enough to use it. He's tried getting rid of the tablet, but it never seems to work for long.
Not wanting his real name to show up for all and sundry to see, he had entered a random string of letters when he first arrived. Better than a word which may be associated with him, this was harder to track, harder to trace. Safer.
Waking up somewhere new is not unusual, but it is concerning. He thought he had it under control, clearly he was wrong. But then there was that message, so perhaps it hadn't been his fault after all. He needs to make sure and the only way to do that is to ask.]
Last night. What do you remember?
[He keeps his message as succinct as possible. Short and to the point to hide identifying patterns and minimise the time spent actually using this thing.]
four.
action
[He travels alone, it's safer that way and there are people here who he isn't ready to face. It didn't take long to learn the rules of this place, simple survival by any means necessary in brutal conditions. Familiar, easy to cope with. The house is one he hasn't seen before, but he doesn't have time to do his usual scouting reconnaissance to make sure it's empty and not booby-trapped in any way. Night is coming and he has no other choice.
He bites back a startled noise when the door opens to reveal a multitude of people.
On guard at once, muscles tense and coiled. He's ready to defend himself in a heartbeat. None of them are moving, and so he moves cautiously into the room. It's the first flicker of movement from whoever else had found this house first as a shelter that pulls him into action.
He swings around, gloved fist flying out without hesitation or mercy.
Sorry, other random resident seeking shelter for the night.]