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paradisalogs2012-09-28 12:45 pm
both_neither) wrote in paradisalogs2012-09-28 12:45 pm
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MIA [OPEN]
Who: Gren, and whoever want to bother him
What: Wartime loss. A confused soldier tries to figure out his place - starting at the bar.
When: Thursday, September 27th
Where: The Lux
Rating: PG-13, most likely
Gren had always been a traveler at heart. As soon as he'd been able, he'd gone out and visited different cities, different colonies, different lands. But it had always been in part his choice to move on, at least in part. Coming here, then, presented a problem, because there was no choice. Not even a warning.
It was confusing. Not that he was exactly aching to get back to the war, but at least it was somewhere he felt he had a place.
More confusing was running into Vicious' friend. He knew so little about his comrade. It seemed strange to think about his life outside of the army. At the same time, he felt a flicker of jealousy there. They were comrades-in-arms, their lives inextricably dependent on each other, and now suddenly that didn't seem to have any meaning.
Still, he'd been waiting for the other shoe to drop. For the war to manifest itself again around some corner. He couldn't let it go that easily. Couldn't let Vicious go that easily. Which was one reason he'd refused to sleep in a different room, despite the fact that he had one. Even if it was just on the floor.
He was restless and feeling the paranoia start to eat at him a little. The solider decided maybe a drink or two would be in order. Time to try and puzzle this mystery out and figure out where he fit in, which is where today finds him - still wearing his fatigue pants and boots, with just a plain shirt on top - sitting at the bar of the Lux with a beer and cigarette.
What: Wartime loss. A confused soldier tries to figure out his place - starting at the bar.
When: Thursday, September 27th
Where: The Lux
Rating: PG-13, most likely
Gren had always been a traveler at heart. As soon as he'd been able, he'd gone out and visited different cities, different colonies, different lands. But it had always been in part his choice to move on, at least in part. Coming here, then, presented a problem, because there was no choice. Not even a warning.
It was confusing. Not that he was exactly aching to get back to the war, but at least it was somewhere he felt he had a place.
More confusing was running into Vicious' friend. He knew so little about his comrade. It seemed strange to think about his life outside of the army. At the same time, he felt a flicker of jealousy there. They were comrades-in-arms, their lives inextricably dependent on each other, and now suddenly that didn't seem to have any meaning.
Still, he'd been waiting for the other shoe to drop. For the war to manifest itself again around some corner. He couldn't let it go that easily. Couldn't let Vicious go that easily. Which was one reason he'd refused to sleep in a different room, despite the fact that he had one. Even if it was just on the floor.
He was restless and feeling the paranoia start to eat at him a little. The solider decided maybe a drink or two would be in order. Time to try and puzzle this mystery out and figure out where he fit in, which is where today finds him - still wearing his fatigue pants and boots, with just a plain shirt on top - sitting at the bar of the Lux with a beer and cigarette.
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"That can be arranged," he says, and signals for another round for them both. And maybe that was best he could hope for. Drinking in silence. At least not alone.