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hydratrashmeme2015-09-09 07:23 pm
trashmod) wrote in hydratrashmeme2015-09-09 07:23 pm
Dumpster #3: The Great Pacific Garbage Patch
Holy shitballs, look at us go. Welcome to Captain America fandom's resident wretched hive of scum and villainy: ROUND THREE. AKA Bad Guys Do Dirtybadwrong Things To Your Faves, AKA the Hydra Trash Party kinkmeme. As usual, BLANKET NON-CON AND NSFW WARNINGS apply: just assume going in that everything in this landfill is unfit for human consumption.
Rules in brief: don't be a jerk except to fictional characters, warnings for particularly fucked-up garbage are nice but not required, thou shalt not judge the trashiness of thy neighbor's kinks unless thy neighbor is trying to pass off their rotting banana peels and half-eaten pizza crusts as a healthy romantic dinner for two, off-topic comments may be chucked out of the dumpster at management's discretion, management's discretion decrees that omegaverse, soulbond AUs, D/s-verse, non-superpowered AUs, and dark!good guys AUs are off-topic.
[Round 1] [Round 2] [Fill post] [Chatter post] [hydratrashmeme Pinboard archive (maintained bygreenkirtle)] [Round 3 in flat view (comments in non-threaded chronological order, most recent last)]
Round 3 is closed; comments and fills in existing threads are still welcome, but all new prompts go to Round 4.
Rules in brief: don't be a jerk except to fictional characters, warnings for particularly fucked-up garbage are nice but not required, thou shalt not judge the trashiness of thy neighbor's kinks unless thy neighbor is trying to pass off their rotting banana peels and half-eaten pizza crusts as a healthy romantic dinner for two, off-topic comments may be chucked out of the dumpster at management's discretion, management's discretion decrees that omegaverse, soulbond AUs, D/s-verse, non-superpowered AUs, and dark!good guys AUs are off-topic.
[Round 1] [Round 2] [Fill post] [Chatter post] [hydratrashmeme Pinboard archive (maintained by
greenkirtle)] [Round 3 in flat view (comments in non-threaded chronological order, most recent last)]Round 3 is closed; comments and fills in existing threads are still welcome, but all new prompts go to Round 4.
Re: FILL: Lie Down on the Wire 12/?
(Anonymous) 2015-11-28 05:11 am (UTC)(link)Though the fact that the man's head was bare seemed unusual. Nomad didn't let his hands falter as he loaded the pistol with the one round he'd been provided, but he couldn't stop examining the prisoner with the edges of his vision. The man was Caucasian, in his mid twenties, blue-eyed and dark-haired with features that made the phrase "black Irish" float into Nomad's mind. He grimaced. Such thoughts with no context were useless at best, distractions.
Nomad thumbed back the hammer. The prisoner's eyes were huge with fear and he mumbled through the gag. Nomad swallowed, unsure why he hesitated. The moment drew out until Doctor Risman's voice came over the speakers. "Nomad, you have your orders."
He raised the weapon.
Lowered it again.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, I don't think I can," he said.
"You understand that there will be consequences," Doctor Risman said. She didn't sound angry, only disappointed, but it made Nomad's chest clench.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Secure the weapon," she said, and Nomad ejected the round and caught it in the air. The prisoner slumped, probably relief, as Nomad set the empty gun and its ammo on the floor. Then he went to the door.
It wasn't a long wait. When the door opened Doctor Risman stood on the other side of it with a cardstock folder in her hand. She offered it, and Nomad took it, flipping it open to reveal a black-and-white photo of another man.
"Describe him," she said briskly.
"Caucasian male, mid-twenties, dark hair, eyes probably blue," Nomad said, feeling that resonance again. "No scale to indicate height but proportion suggests above average. He resembles the prisoner." He frowned in thought.
"Anything else?" Doctor Risman asked.
Nomad considered it. "Is he one of the guards?"
"No," she replied, but there was a slight smile on her face. "All right, come with me." He trailed her, half a step back from her right shoulder, grateful for her relatively slow pace. Nomad checked for a moment when they entered the room that held the chair; he couldn't help it. This had resonance too, the gut-deep terror that the innocuous artifact engendered.
"Sit," Doctor Risman ordered him.
"Ma'am," he said, trying not to let his voice crack.
The look she turned on him was calm, but his heart sank. "I'm sorry, Nomad, but you were warned."
"Yes, ma'am," he said, and forced himself to cross the few feet to the chair. He flinched at the feel of the leather, placed his arms in the restraints. He started to hyperventilate as the whir began behind his head. Just breathe, buddy, he thought, and then the thought and the resonance that accompanied it were ripped away.
*
The prisoner was a man in his forties, with dark hair and brown eyes and an absurd goatee. "You have thirty seconds to make your peace with God," Nomad said.
*
The prisoner was young and red-headed, probably attractive when she wasn't weeping in fear. "You have thirty seconds to make your peace with God," Nomad said.
*
The prisoner was staring at him, his blue eyes wide with fear. Nomad thumbed back the hammer. "Remove his gag," Doctor Risman's voice came over the speakers.
Nomad frowned. That order did not have resonance. But he did as he was told, and the prisoner spat the wadding out and drew a shaky breath. "Steve," he said. "Steve, please."
He raised the weapon.
Lowered it again.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, I don't think I can," he said.
Re: FILL: Lie Down on the Wire 12/?
(Anonymous) 2015-11-28 05:37 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Lie Down on the Wire 12/?
(Anonymous) 2015-11-28 05:56 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Lie Down on the Wire 12/?
(Anonymous) 2015-11-28 06:05 am (UTC)(link)