TIMOTHY ➥ 011 | accidental video and action.
[The device switches on and the camera view shifts as if someone is holding it but upon focus, it is clear the owner of the piece of equipment is nowhere around. He’s standing in the middle of the room, hands on the back of his head as he paces, back and forth in a circle for a moment and then the nearest item becomes the focus of his apparent frustration. The bucket goes sailing, rattling off the walls and slams into the nearest wall. Timothy is upset, clearly distressed as he drops down, feet planted on the ground and knees pressed into his chest, hands trailing through his dark hair to cover his face, dropping his forehead to his knees.
The viewpoint moves slightly, as if the camera is crawling.]
Dammit. [--is the sound that is muffled. Walking suddenly and fully into frame, Bucky Barnes looks down at the teen, slowly approaching with each step. He is painfully calm, he is not overreacting, he is quiet in a way and his words come, tentative but firm.]
You want to talk about it? [--comes the deeper voice, sounding louder then the volume in which Timothy’s minor breakdown had occurred. With the words the other states, with his movement--the younger snaps to and suddenly looks up to him, the tone of his voice sounding stressed and wavering. He’s angry, and the other male is the only one he can take it out on besides the surrounding objects.]
No! I don’t want to talk about it! I’m sick of all this talking and thinking and wondering if everything is going to be okay with each reset. This place keeps taking people away and there is nothing we can do about it, nothing at all. People think they are heroes and can save the people here but ultimately it’s worth nothing, we can’t do anything! I can’t do anything, I’m just stupid kid from a stupid town with no talent to help anyone.
[Bucky pauses, he is listening but he hesitantly approaches, not sure what to say.] Kiddo--
[Standing to his feet, he looks to the other, his face serious, brows narrowed tightly and only silence persists until he turns on his heels to leave the room, heading out of sight.] Stop it, I don’t want to hear it. I’m done.
I’m just done, alright?
[And the camera cuts the feed.]
The viewpoint moves slightly, as if the camera is crawling.]
Dammit. [--is the sound that is muffled. Walking suddenly and fully into frame, Bucky Barnes looks down at the teen, slowly approaching with each step. He is painfully calm, he is not overreacting, he is quiet in a way and his words come, tentative but firm.]
You want to talk about it? [--comes the deeper voice, sounding louder then the volume in which Timothy’s minor breakdown had occurred. With the words the other states, with his movement--the younger snaps to and suddenly looks up to him, the tone of his voice sounding stressed and wavering. He’s angry, and the other male is the only one he can take it out on besides the surrounding objects.]
No! I don’t want to talk about it! I’m sick of all this talking and thinking and wondering if everything is going to be okay with each reset. This place keeps taking people away and there is nothing we can do about it, nothing at all. People think they are heroes and can save the people here but ultimately it’s worth nothing, we can’t do anything! I can’t do anything, I’m just stupid kid from a stupid town with no talent to help anyone.
[Bucky pauses, he is listening but he hesitantly approaches, not sure what to say.] Kiddo--
[Standing to his feet, he looks to the other, his face serious, brows narrowed tightly and only silence persists until he turns on his heels to leave the room, heading out of sight.] Stop it, I don’t want to hear it. I’m done.
I’m just done, alright?
[And the camera cuts the feed.]