both_neither: (oldtimes!pair)
both_neither ([personal profile] both_neither) wrote in [community profile] paradisalogs2012-09-28 12:45 pm

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.
nothingtobelieve: (titan 4)

[personal profile] nothingtobelieve 2012-10-04 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
Vicious scowled at the bar top for a long moment. "I don't know if he's a friend or not."

They had been, but things had been tense even before he'd left for Titan, and now... well. Now, who could say?
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[personal profile] nothingtobelieve 2012-10-05 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
"There's nothing to talk about."

Some men, he was sure, would have bragged, in his position. He certainly knew plenty who were all too happy to advertise their allegiance to the Red Dragon, full of arrogance and foolish pride. It wasn't a mistake he'd ever made, preferring to keep to himself any ignore the folly of others.
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[personal profile] nothingtobelieve 2012-10-12 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
He stared down at the bar-top when Gren said that name. "She's not here." Spike had said so, and he was inclined to believe him, even if he didn't trust anything else right now. He'd seemed unhappy enough for it to be true. As for explaining... he didn't really know what to say. That they'd been involved, but he suspected she'd never really cared about him at all?
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[personal profile] nothingtobelieve 2012-10-12 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
He didn't quite startle when the music began to play, but he did tense up, staring down at the music box as if it were a scorpion.

"I suppose so."
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[personal profile] nothingtobelieve 2012-10-17 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
"...no." It certainly wasn't why he'd given the thing to Gren, but that was not a motivation he was about to explain. As for Julia... he couldn't claim to understand her. There was something, but it was impossible to tell if it was a problem or not.
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[personal profile] nothingtobelieve 2012-10-19 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
"There's nothing to know." His past, beyond the war, beyond the syndicate, was a carefully blanked slate, something he did not even allow himself to remember anymore. The Dragons owned him, now, as much as he would ever let himself be claimed by anything, and that was not a situation he cared to delve into in any detail.
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[personal profile] nothingtobelieve 2012-10-23 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
He almost wanted to tell Gren about the music box, what it was really about, just to see the look on his face, revenge for getting under his skin like he had. But there was too much still riding on it, and he wasn't convinced that this was anything more than just a short interlude before they found themselves back on Titan.

Instead, he simply looked straight ahead again. "It's only a music box."
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[personal profile] nothingtobelieve 2012-10-29 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't need it." Home was a foreign concept, at least in the way Gren meant it. There was nowhere that he was safe, or protected. He had made a place for himself, certainly, but even there, he was regarded with suspicion.
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[personal profile] nothingtobelieve 2012-11-07 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
"There isn't anything." To need was to leave a part of yourself exposed. Vulnerable. Weaknesses were not something he could afford. Not on Titan. Not back on Mars. And certainly not wherever they were now.
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[personal profile] nothingtobelieve 2012-11-09 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
He looked down at the bar top and his empty glass for a long moment. "Another drink."