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[oorah]

𝓜𝓻. 𝓜𝓪𝔂𝓸𝓻

𝖙𝖊𝖝𝖙, 𝖛𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖔 (𝔲𝔫;𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖉𝖔𝖌)

𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 (𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖋𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊)

𝖋𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖈𝖑𝖚𝖇 𝖛𝖕 (𝔰𝔞𝔣𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔢)

𝖈𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊𝕮𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝕶𝖔𝖚𝖙 (𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔯)

𝖔𝖈𝖈𝖚𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 (𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖍 : ₁₀₋₃ | 𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖑 : ₁₁₋₇ | 𝖋𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖕)

𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖗 (𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔬𝔫, 𝔠𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔠, 𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔩)

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[oorah]

little of both probably
you have a metal arm ? you're not one of those android guys are you?
i'll think up something while you're on your way

[lednikovyy]

nah it's just a prosthetic
should I bring anything?

[ He asks it like he even owns a second pair of pants right now. ]

[oorah]

never seen a metal prosthetic before
the fc president would say bring snacks
but just yourself is fine

[lednikovyy]

thanks
I'll see you later

[oorah]

[ he'll be waiting in the garage for bucky, which is always open with the door well oiled. he's already got his handwraps on and there's a big swath of muslin for the other man to wrap his prosthetic arm sitting by two handwraps just outside the ring. when bucky makes his way inside, he just nods once in greeting. other fight club members will be around shortly, but frank wants to see what the other man has got now. ]

[lednikovyy]

[ Bucky slips in with silent footsteps, eyes darting around to assess the place and then to assess the man in front of him. It's not that he expects danger, but this is just what he does. Always know the exits, always know how hard a man might punch and how likely, search for weapons, both intentional and improvised. It's a checklist he runs down without even trying.

Most of his time here, he's hidden his arm, but it's not worth surprising anyone with it, so he'd been open about it. It's still covered in long sleeves when he enters, but he's removed the glove he's taken to wearing. ]

hotdog?

[oorah]

[ he notices the damage assessment but doesn't return the scrutiny overmuch. despite his paranoid nature, there's something about bucky that seems familiar. like the men in his group therapy at the va. frank gets out his device so he can read the message, though the soundproofing is obvious everywhere. ]

that's me

[lednikovyy]

[ Soundproofing isn't something Bucky fully trusts and he's rarely the first person to make a sound, but the proofing in here does look good. He supposes it has to be if they're fighting without incident, but his voice is still low when he speaks, rolling up his left sleeve. ]

If we can't pad my arm enough, I can fight one-handed.

[ Said with the confidence of someone who knows their skill a little too well. ]

[oorah]

[ frank approaches with the roll of cotton and looks to bucky for permission to help. he shrugs while the other man rolls up his sleeve. ]

Used to getting hit hard. [ there are healing bruises under his eye and on the tops of his cheeks that seem to indicate just that. he offers a gritty smile while beginning to wrap the man's arm. he tries not to show that he thinks it's pretty cool, but his eyes are a bit glassy despite the effort as he takes it in. ] That's why they call me PB. [ punching bag. it sounds fond. this little club has all but kept him sane in this place, even if he ever stops to really think about it he knows they won't ever have a chance to lay their fists into those monsters anyway. ]

[lednikovyy]

[ Bucky holds up his arm to Frank, fine with the help. If a guy can look at his arm and how muscular he is and still wants Bucky to hit them, he's not going to fight about it. It's not like he doesn't look like he can take a hit, anyway. Bucky will pull his punches to some extent because he almost always does in a way the Winter Soldier never saw fit to bother with, but he'll still hit hard because the whole point is to get a good workout and burn off some of the nervous energy that's been needling at him for a while now. ]

Me, too, so I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't hold back on me.