[There's a scruffy-looking man wearing a cap making his way downtown, moving fast, though the streets of the marketplace, doing his best to remain inconspicuous as he searches for something. His hands are in his pockets and he's hunched over slightly, partially from fatigue and partially to seem harmless. He hasn't heeded the warnings of the letter, unfortunately, and his inability to sleep properly has only made things worse.
Though his senses are usually sharp, lately to the point of hyper-awareness, the slight dizziness and the heaviness of his eyelids makes him slow to brush away a few flower petals that fall into his eyes and hair with his right hand. He doesn't seem to realize he's headed straight into someone as he does it, and he takes a slow breath to steady himself before quite roughly bumping into the unfortunate passerby with his left arm--and though it appears normal thanks to the jacket over it, the touch makes it obvious it's made of a much harder substance than flesh and bone.
He's turned to the side from the collision, his tired eyes somewhat nervous as he processes what's just happened; it isn't far off to say he looks like a startled stray dog. He has to freeze to keep himself from acting on his first instinct to remind himself that this place is not home, not his world, and that what happens here is not the same as what would happen should he be discovered back on Earth.
Hopefully it isn't too frightening for him to stare so intensely, looking like he does.]
The Winter Soldier | Captain America | 2 & 3
downtown, moving fast,though the streets of the marketplace, doing his best to remain inconspicuous as he searches for something. His hands are in his pockets and he's hunched over slightly, partially from fatigue and partially to seem harmless. He hasn't heeded the warnings of the letter, unfortunately, and his inability to sleep properly has only made things worse.Though his senses are usually sharp, lately to the point of hyper-awareness, the slight dizziness and the heaviness of his eyelids makes him slow to brush away a few flower petals that fall into his eyes and hair with his right hand. He doesn't seem to realize he's headed straight into someone as he does it, and he takes a slow breath to steady himself before quite roughly bumping into the unfortunate passerby with his left arm--and though it appears normal thanks to the jacket over it, the touch makes it obvious it's made of a much harder substance than flesh and bone.
He's turned to the side from the collision, his tired eyes somewhat nervous as he processes what's just happened; it isn't far off to say he looks like a startled stray dog. He has to freeze to keep himself from acting on his first instinct to remind himself that this place is not home, not his world, and that what happens here is not the same as what would happen should he be discovered back on Earth.
Hopefully it isn't too frightening for him to stare so intensely, looking like he does.]