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imitre-blog · 10 years
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              His gaze steady, he stays silent. Hand held pensively above the                  gun at his waist, he lifts his free hand to his throat, hand in a fist and                                                       makes a switching motion. 
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          Her ground  was held down tightly,           a squint to both eyes as her finger           grazed the trigger in anticipation.
                      ”Who are you?”
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imitre-blog · 10 years
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                   It's only a handful of months after the collapse of hydra                       and the murder of his master captor that yevy starts the search for                       pieces of others. Looking around at all other known bases to him                       only to find nothing. His search takes him back to the beginning,                     the finding of the Winter Soldier to be a bit more difficult than planned.                                           But he's here now and he's waiting for him. 
                      His sources had told him this is where he'd be and this is where                         Yevy has to wait and see. He's already scooped out the area                   and he takes a seat. The bench is cold but  he's used to the feeling                      of it, of the numbness it bring to his bones. He keeps his eyes                                                            trained forward, waiting.
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imitre-blog · 10 years
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itsnothingpersonalcap liked for a starter
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                                 success.
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imitre-blog · 10 years
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——— (  I will be making opens.starters                if you want one specifically to you,                                           please like this.  )
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       the  thoughts  are his.            what goes through his mind,                                                      it is him. 
                      the   acting  on  it-- all  him.                       conditioned, carefully, it all                       had been  fine and  now, it                         was  all gone. what he knew                       there  was no one to go to now.                       searching became priority.                       carefully so, off the grid.                       training  gives  the proper                       stealth needed to search.                       to  find someone-- a sigh of                                                                  anyone.                       boots are oddly quiet as the                      step against the concrete ground.                      head down and hood up. the male                      attempts to seem small. to avoid                      attention. going  out  in public is                      not a smart move this soon,                      a lead is a lead however.                      information is collected quick.                       information provided has lead                      him here. concrete turns to mulch                      and  he finds purchase on a                      wooden bench. a little wet but it                      doesn't  bother  him. he hardly                      notices, he is focused on who                      it is he is looking for. 
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