test drive meme: pre-game opening #1

[jumpscare]

___test drive meme: dead weight edition. Step 1 → Post with the character and journal you're wanting to play. Leave the message blank with your Character's Name | Character's Canon. Step 2 → Other people respond to your thread! Fight zombies, deal with the "fictional character" news, whatever you please. Step 3 → ??? Step 4 → PROFIT! Step 5 → Spread the word! Bring a friend! Make a random announcement on D_M! Get this post to crack the hundreds! It doesn't matter if you end up apping or not! This is a place of fun and meeting new people before the waiting!

Text somewhat shamelessly stolen from assguardians.

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[starspangledspandex]

Bactine? [Sorry Clint, that hadn't existed until the 50s and he doesn't really need it anyway.] It needs cleaned and bandaged.

[He glances around, checking for more of the wandering dead and frowns at Barton. Steve only knows what he's heard since he's been here and none of it sounds good.

He hesitates, killing his teammate is pretty high on the list of things he's ingrained not to do. Still if Clint's not himself anymore... he gives the other man a tight-lipped nod.]

You have my word.

[It's not a decision that will be made lightly.]

[antivillain]

[Clint nods back in kind. They understand each other. He releases Steve's shoulder.

Barton abruptly stoops, as if doubling over, but straightens a moment later: it was only to retrieve the knife he'd dropped.]

A bandage would be great. Shall we get somewhere where that's likely? If we can get to higher ground we might be able to hop buildings…

[The side's still bleeding and Barton might need your support in not too long, but he'll run on his own as long as he can.]

[starspangledspandex]

Good idea. The houses might have supplies. Worst case scenario we can fashion something out of extra material.

[Steve turns his gaze upwards to the rooftops, judging the gap above them and he leans back far enough to check the distances on the ones nearest to them. It's an easy jump for him, even with his abilities reduced, but he's not bleeding everywhere.]

Will you be able to manage?

[antivillain]

[Barton sheaths his knife, presses a button on his quiver, reaches for his bow and an arrow with the same hand, and tosses one into the hand of his injured side. He suppresses most of the wince as he draws the arrow with the grappling cable attached.]

Let's find out.

[ooc: Pausing on a cliffhanger!! :-) :-) Sadly I'm off on an internetless week, and don't expect you'll want to continue this when I get back, but we certainly can if you're still interested, and either way thank you for helping me voicetest and this was unutterably awesome!!!]

[starspangledspandex]

[He glances around again, checking their surroundings and instinctively covering Clint as he moves.]

Don't strain yourself. Minor injuries can turn into major ones.

[ooc: No problem! It's a lot of fun. I don't mind continuing if you want to! I will backtag forever :3]