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[yourbestguysgun]

[ Bucky hates jogging.

It seems kind of pointless, running around with no real purpose at hand. It just reminds him of cramped boot camps, of men training to be soldiers in sunny little towns when the reality had been nothing like that. So he's not the biggest fan, and since coming here he's put it off. Sure, he keeps his aim strong, still works out but he doesn't exactly stick to a regime.

Right now though, that's precisely what he's doing. If it isn't clearing his head, it's keeping him from focusing on anything beyond breathing and the thump of his feet against the ground. He doesn't have any of the flashy kit some joggers seem to have either, lucky enough to find faded green in the stores, trainers that have seen better days, nothing too futuristic, nothing out of his time. It makes him feel more at home. Anyway, who needs to have a heart rate monitor when you can hear it in your eardrums?

But the one thing that does temper his jogging ability is crowds. He hadn't noticed until he'd come up to the park, and then it's pretty much clear. ] Awh hell, again?

[ Jogging on the spot for a second. The place is over run with people he doesn't recognise and it's a pretty big clue that it's one of those weekends. ]

( ooc: okay so no character twins pls! canon mates is fine as well as having face twins because I enjoy that but no other Bucky's because his poor brain would break and then where would we be? )

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[combatcommand]

[ Facepalm. ]

Where's Brad?

[ Can't he stop you? ]

[retardation]

[ No one can stop him, Nate. ]

I know you're all down with the eye fucking and shit, but, come on, LT, you gotta loosen that leash, let him have some fun. He's probably off banging the nearest piece of ass he can find. Or at least there's where I'd fucking be if I was him.

[combatcommand]

[ :| ]

You know you have a reputation to uphold, right? [ Not that he minds, really. They're out of their comfort zones, of course it's going to be weird. ]

And a sexual harassment charge isn't going to be fun.

[retardation]

[ This is how he deals with weird shit going on around him, and he will never apologise. Unless someone gets really mad. ]

This is upholding my reputation, homes. [ His pimping reputation, Nate, jeez. ] It's not like we're gonna be sticking around this shithole, right? I mean, we might as well get our rocks off while we're here, make the most of it while we can.

[combatcommand]

[ He literally doesn't know how to deal with you right now, Ray. ]

We should be mindful of the population and how they deal with things. We have no idea of the cultural relationships here or if they're anything like us.

[retardation]

Cultural relationships? Fuck that, LT, the only relationships these people need is a good time with their new pal Ray-Ray.

[combatcommand]

I don't think that's what they need. Especially not from an invading force.

[retardation]

Wait, so we're invading these hotties now? Something tells me you don't mean in the good way. If you ask me, anyone not in pyjamas is fair fucking game.

[combatcommand]

From what I've heard, they've got a seriously malevolent authority here. We don't want to mess with that.

[retardation]

No offence, sir, but that's what they said when I signed up to the marines and look what fucking happened there. It might actually do them good to be shown the ways.

[prettyninja]

Right here. Sir.

[combatcommand]

[ With a helpless face. ]

Please tell me you can do something about this.

[prettyninja]

Short of stripping so that he's distracted by my boobs and stops chasing ass all over this place? No.

[combatcommand]

I think we'll leave that plan until we're desperate, Sergeant.

[prettyninja]

I'd prefer if we did, thank you, sir.

[combatcommand]

Don't worry about it.

[ Offering her a wry smile. ]

[prettyninja]

Let me know if I need to take one for the team, sir. Pretty sure my tits are great enough to distract Person for a while.

[combatcommand]

[ The tips of his ears are very, very red. ]

It won't come to that.

[prettyninja]

I have to ask, sir. Is it because you don't want me undressing, or because you don't want me undressing in front of anybody else?

[groomingstandard]

Fick. Y'need t' police yer men, this is getting WAY OUT OF HAND.

[combatcommand]

I know sir, I'm trying to get a handle on the situation as we speak.

[groomingstandard]

TRY HARDER. Person looks like he's about to fornicate with a local.

[combatcommand]

All efforts are being made to make sure that does not happen.

[groomingstandard]

You has until o'darkhundred to unfuck the situation, Fick.

[combatcommand]

Of course, sir.