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WHO: OPEN
WHERE: Superjail
WHEN: Whenever
WARNINGS: N/A
SUMMARY: Bucky is in jail, people can visit him. Yes, my summaries suck.
FORMAT: Whatever people feel most comfortable with. I'm quicker with quicklogs!

He wasn't a stranger to the inside of a cell. He couldn't be, considering his line of work. It wasn't quite like they made out in the serials– tied up more often than not– but there were times Bucky figured he was a professional P.O.W. What could he say? It was easier to get into a place when they brought you inside all tidy.

This was different. This was more like those nights he spent in the brig 'cause he'd gotten drunk and hit a few too many people. Well, it wasn't like that at all, he knew that, he knew it, 'cept in the fact that he was there to do his penance instead of figuring a way to break out. Bucky thought those were the two different sorts of people stuck in prison. The kind who were spending every second thinking about leaving, and the kind who were spending every second thinking they deserved to be there. Maybe there were other kinds. People who were there for so long the being there had broken 'em. But Bucky hadn't been there long enough for that.

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"As long as they'll keep me." He had his doubts that it'd be very long, considering the questions they kept asking him and the number of cells they had. You'd think they'd appreciate a prisoner who wasn't testing the limits of the place or trying to call down an army of alien invaders or whathaveyou, but a lot of what you'd think isn't spot-on correct. Still, he was trying to stretch his time here out as long as possible.

"Oh," Donna's tone was understanding, though the expression on her face that followed immediately after had an influx of confusion flooding in. "Well, that's ... not very good to hear. I wanted to be able to see you more, but I guess I could always come down often."

"It's probably easier to figure out where I am if I stay in one place." Heh, that was a joke. Or he meant it to be, he thought.

"I doubt if they'll lemme stay that long, if you wanna know the truth."

"Can you be held accountable for ... well, I mean. Um--"

She stopped to consider her words more carefully, before deciding to abandon the statement altogether, smiling and scooting her chair in a bit closer to the glass separating them.

"Say, Bucky," Donna poked at the glass with the tip of her fingernail, keeping her eyes on his. "D'you think it's weird that I'm visiting you or something?"

"I'm not too surprised. Not sure what you're expecting to happen— but it doesn't shock me that you came."

She just seemed like one of those types. Which wasn't a sort he understood to well, to be honest. Bucky was a cynic, born and bred-up, and he was always banking on people to act in their own self-interest. But he knew not everyone was like that. He just wasn't completely sure why.

"What I'm expecting to hap--" She cut herself off, giving a forced look of anxiety. "Well, actually ... this is where I tell you that I need twenty bucks. But don't worry, I'll pay you back!"

She hoped this joke didn't go over bad.

Oh how she hoped.

"I, uh— that's a joke, right?" Bucky shook his head and laughed. It was a tired sound, but he hadn't been doing much laughing, lately. "Girls are weird."

The triumph that Donna felt shone throughout her expression, and it was something she couldn't reflect too deeply on, because when she did, it went straight to strange analogies. Such as a jock making the girl of his dreams giggle.

"You're just as weird, Bucky." She smiled, trying to keep the mood somewhat light. She wasn't sure if she was the person Bucky wanted it to get heavy with either -- or would allow it. "Sometimes I feel like we speak two different languages. But I don't mind, because you're such a swell guy."

A glance around where the setting of this conversation took place, and she suddenly felt a bit sheepish. Prison certainly didn't agree with her assessment of him. She wondered how his behavior factored in to parole possibilities.

"Have you ever tried out a rubix cube?"

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