[Bruce is the kind of guy who is used to waking up in unknown locations with no memory of how he got there. It's never, ever a pleasant thing, but in the years since the accident, it's something he's gotten all too painfully used to. Equally, it usually involved waking up in the nude.]
[This time, though? Fully clothed in the same cheap cotton shirt and pants he's used to. It actually unsettles him more than his normal nude wake up after a Change. So as he sits up, looking around... the train left him on edge as it was a small compartment and the sort of thing he avoided traveling on as much as possible. He doesn't do well inside enclosed spaces. Well, more like the enclosed spaces never did well with him inside them.]
[The train around him has the feeling of age, yet it couldn't possibly be much older than sometime within the last century. His mind begins to play over the possibilities of what country he could be in when his next shift to stand taps something against his thigh. There, attached to a belt loop and hanging on a gold chain... is a pocket watch. A brow lifts as he reaches down, scooping it up into a smooth palm and turning it over. No inscription and nothing like anything he had owned in his life, yet it couldn't have been left by another passenger unless they decided to attach it to his person. He clicks it open and immediately is surprised at what he finds inside.]
[No watch, but instead humming quietly as the screen powers up, providing a reflection of himself in a camera facing towards himself and a small dark crimson dot most people would recognize as the international symbol for 'record'. Is this something Tony had left him? No, no, this doesn't have any of Tony's tastes layered on it. Too old fashioned by far for him.]
[Curious, the scientist sits back down and uses his thumb to tap 'record'. It glows, followed by a small beep, and he can only suspect he is truly being recorded. He says nothing, not knowing it would be broadcasted out over the multitude of other devices given to the city's occupants, assuming it is for himself alone.] Strange. Strange... Why a pocketwatch? Why would the only feature be to record? [A constant stream of thoughts questions the device in every way as he murmurs to himself over the feed before ending the recording with another tap of his thumb.]
[Several of those questions are answered as the record symbol moves leaving several others now to access.] Someone wanted me to record immediately. [The remark leaves him before he thinks to keep it to himself, and the ideas that come with the remark leave him all the more uneasy. It leaves behind the feeling of being watched.]
[If there's one thing Bruce Banner hates, it's being watched by unknown eyes.]
First Person Revision: (my apologies on this as I realize I somehow put the wrong FP all together.)
[This time, though? Fully clothed in the same cheap cotton shirt and pants he's used to. It actually unsettles him more than his normal nude wake up after a Change. So as he sits up, looking around... the train left him on edge as it was a small compartment and the sort of thing he avoided traveling on as much as possible. He doesn't do well inside enclosed spaces. Well, more like the enclosed spaces never did well with him inside them.]
[The train around him has the feeling of age, yet it couldn't possibly be much older than sometime within the last century. His mind begins to play over the possibilities of what country he could be in when his next shift to stand taps something against his thigh. There, attached to a belt loop and hanging on a gold chain... is a pocket watch. A brow lifts as he reaches down, scooping it up into a smooth palm and turning it over. No inscription and nothing like anything he had owned in his life, yet it couldn't have been left by another passenger unless they decided to attach it to his person. He clicks it open and immediately is surprised at what he finds inside.]
[No watch, but instead humming quietly as the screen powers up, providing a reflection of himself in a camera facing towards himself and a small dark crimson dot most people would recognize as the international symbol for 'record'. Is this something Tony had left him? No, no, this doesn't have any of Tony's tastes layered on it. Too old fashioned by far for him.]
[Curious, the scientist sits back down and uses his thumb to tap 'record'. It glows, followed by a small beep, and he can only suspect he is truly being recorded. He says nothing, not knowing it would be broadcasted out over the multitude of other devices given to the city's occupants, assuming it is for himself alone.] Strange. Strange... Why a pocketwatch? Why would the only feature be to record? [A constant stream of thoughts questions the device in every way as he murmurs to himself over the feed before ending the recording with another tap of his thumb.]
[Several of those questions are answered as the record symbol moves leaving several others now to access.] Someone wanted me to record immediately. [The remark leaves him before he thinks to keep it to himself, and the ideas that come with the remark leave him all the more uneasy. It leaves behind the feeling of being watched.]
[If there's one thing Bruce Banner hates, it's being watched by unknown eyes.]