by winter horror story » Sun Nov 02, 2014 1:02 pm
He assumed his name was supposed to be James, after walking out the museum a while ago. James sat on a bench nearby a park, he kept staring forward even though he didn't seem to notice who was passing by he tried to adjust himself to his mind, and practiced making decisions for himself, something that helped him save what he now saw was his best friend alive again from many decades ago. Someone might be looking for him, either the people who taught him all this that he did was right, or those who said hydras order was wrong, it was so hard to see how it was wrong, yet again its not surprising since ever since the incident written down on the biography happened, he was taught it was pure rightiousnes that hydra would give the world the freedom it deserves, but its hard to know what freedom is anymore when you've looked at it in more than one side of it, he wanted to stare back at his arm, to see that faded red star seared into into its armor, but he couldn't do that yet, not with people nearby, after what he'd done at the bridge, they might recognize him...
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Hello, I am winter horror story! You can call me winter. to the left is my new coontail babe Nebula I love her so much and I am currently seeking art of her! Please pm me if you're open and I will offer <3