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[yourbestguysgun]

When: August 9th, 10th & 11th.
Rating: R ( for canon typical violence and bad language. )
Characters: James Barnes ( yourbestguysgun ) & you !
Summary: Basically a choose your own adventure log for the pirate curse.
Log:

( ooc: okay so basically this doesn't really have a starter, I just wanted a log where everything could be in one place. basically bucky has been cursed. he was once a sailor in a well known, noble fleet, good at his job and well-liked. then he went missing several years ago. now he's back as a pirate with memory loss, a wicked cutlass, and absolutely no morals.

feel free to have your character run into him, fight him, invade his ship, have him invade your ship, etc etc. he'll be lurking around the more dubious areas of the port all weekend. )

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[hexuality]

[Ginny isn't cursed in the mindset of the weekend, but she's certainly dressing and acting the part well enough. Of course this happens around her birthday. She may be slightly cranky about that but she puts it aside as best she can because the City is the City and it doesn't stop for anyone. Besides, she's done the pirate thing before—years ago, now, she sat on a wall with Will Herondale and looked out at the chaos and talked about home. She'd hated him, then, but now she misses him. And this all reminds her of that.

She's got a bandanna pulling back her mane of flaming hair, she's starting to look a little sunburned, and she's dressed more like a man than a woman for ease of movement. Billowing shirt, trousers, sturdy boots, her owl at her shoulder. No bloody way she was staying in a corset if she could help it.

And now Ginny's found Bucky, the first familiar face in this sea of piracy, and she hunts him down through the crowd until she can catch his shoulder.]

There you are.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ The touch sets off the fuse of violence within him and before she knows it he's moved them both and has her pinned to the wall, elbow at her throat. They're in a shadowy part of the port, near a bar but obscured enough that no one would see them. His face is a blank mask of menace, unfeeling and without recognition, dirt smudged under his eyes. The sun catches the glint of a metal hook where his hand should be and he uses the full weight of his body to keep her there.

Whoever he is now, Bucky isn't even close to the surface. ]

Who are you? [ Because she had acted like she knew him. If there is anything he doesn't like about this place it's the haze of forgetfulness that each street gives him. ]

[hexuality]

[She freezes in an instant, instincts immediately kicking into the defensive but she doesn't act on them because this is Bucky, she's still too startled to draw her wand on him—because she isn't afraid to use force against someone she cares about if necessary, but it had seemed like such a harmless curse today, and now one of her best friends looks like he wants to snap her neck. And the look in his eyes—

Fuck. Same as the man she's met on the visitor's weekends, the man who goes by James.

Ginny's on her toes, he's so much taller than her and the way he's got her pinned almost has her off the ground and she chokes for breath, hands grappling at the arm at her throat, her owl having flown off in fright.]

Bucky— [Eyes meeting his, dread in her stomach with the way he stares at her without seeing.] Bucky, it's me, it's Ginny.

WHO THE HELL IS BUCKY ????

[yourbestguysgun]

I don't know you.

[ It's practically snarled out, the pressure on her throat lessening but not by much. He could kill her, he supposes. But he hasn't been ordered to and there's something ...

He hears people's footsteps from behind and his whole body goes tense, bearing down on her a little more. It's obvious that he's paranoid, scared of something even, but there's a dangerous quality to it. His voice is a growl of a whisper. ] How do you know me?

CRYING

[hexuality]

[It's a curse. It's a curse it's a curse it's a curse. Ginny's faced life-threatening situations before, she's come to a time when she wasn't sure who she could trust, and what guts her is that despite all the logic she's trying to slam into her mind, the pure gut feeling of betrayal threatens to swamp that. This is a curse and yet all she can think of is how this is Bucky Barnes holding her life in his hands.

Hand.

She makes a gasping sound, eyes watering and toes leaving the dock as he bears down on her in his paranoia and she can't answer his question because she: ]

Can't breathe— [Her foot swings and she kicks at his knee, nails digging into his arm.] Bucky.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ She's nothing strength wise compared to him but she kicks at him and he thinks that she might be useful. He needs information and he needs it fast, doesn't know where this port is or where his target might be hiding. So he lets up, but the hook of his hand is between them and there's no kindness in his gaze. ]

If you run, I'll slit you from ear to ear, do you hear me?

[ Nothing makes sense, nothing. ]

[hexuality]

[To her credit, she doesn't crumble when he releases her, just coughs as she tries to catch her breath through the aching in her throat, a little dizzy—from his elbow to her windpipe or the fact that it was there at all, she isn't sure. Ginny doesn't falter at the hook shoved in her face, just goes to grab her wand with the intent to Stun him, bind him, lock him up until this curse is over.

Whether or not she succeeds depends on how fast he is.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ The thing is - Bucky's been trained by the best, he's quick and he's sharp and who knows what Zola did to him but that could help too. So when she goes for her wand he has his flesh hand around her wrist, squeezing until she has no choice to let go. She'll have bruises but a bruise is better than him trying to cut that off for her. ]

You planning on a fight with a stick, girl?

[hexuality]

[She grits her teeth against the way her bones grind together and her wand clatters to the dock—but there's no bloody way she's leaving it behind for someone to break it or take it so she pretends the pain is more than she can handle (it isn't, she's been Cruciated before) and drops to her knees with a low but theatrical groan.

And then she grabs her wand with her left hand and aims, muttering her spell in vicious Latin, and the dock heaves under them both to throw him off balance.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ The ground lurches and he immediately tries to get his feet back from under him. ]

The hell did you -? [ Too sharp a jerk and he twists, falls down to his knees. ]

[hexuality]

[She falls too, but she's more prepared for it than he is, and standing and running is no option but she's going to scramble across the dock on hands and knees to get away, the whole thing moving under them like an earthquake. Her wand's in her fist and she should try and get him restrained, but she needs to get some distance first. He's so much bigger than her, obviously he can overpower her. He already has.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He lunges out, her trouser leg pierced by his hook and pinning the fabric to the dock. ]

You're making me angry now. [ He tries to stand, to get the momentum. He's not afraid to knock her out if he has to. ]

[hexuality]

[Shit. He grabs her and she falters, her wand clatters out of her hand and the dock stops rocking. Ginny twists onto her back to face him, tugging her leg, ready to fight back with teeth bared and eyes blazing. Yes, Bucky is her friend, but she knows how to do this.]

Likewise, mate.

[She pulls her leg and the fabric tears and she kicks out at him, scrambling backwards.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He doesn't go down this time, but he does stumble. She moves to run away and all he can do is grab her by the back of her shirt and tug her back towards him. ]

I'm no friend of yours.

[hexuality]

[She's dragged across the wet dock and he's got a grip on her no matter how much she struggles, trying to get to her feet, hands flying to pull her shirt out of his reach, anything. She doesn't know what he wants with her but she knows he doesn't know who she is and now he knows what she is, and that can't be good either.

Ginny manages to get to her knees, pulling herself up along the wall, head turning to look where she can run.]

Let go.

[yourbestguysgun]

Not happening.

[ He doesn't really want her drawing attention to him. He just needs to get her to where he's keeping half of his booty. So he grins and it's quick and easy to grab her and smack her head against the wall. It's not enough to crack her skull open but enough to knock her out. ]

[hexuality]

[There's a split second where she realises what's about to happen and hopes he doesn't beat himself up over this when the curse ends—and then her head connects with the wall and pain spikes through her skull; she wavers for a moment, then drops hard, crumpling to the dock and unmoving.]