Steven G. Rogers (
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milliways_bar2012-11-30 07:36 pm
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Steve comes through the door in his dress uniform, looking hollow-eyed and grim. He goes to the Bar and drops a pile of Army scrip on the top.
"A bottle of Atlantean, please," and then adds, "And some paper and a pen, and a poppy from Remembrance Day, if you have one."
The Bar delivers. Perhaps with an air of concern.
"Thank you, ma'am," Steve says and, in big dark letters that are nothing like his usual cheerful hand, writes:
IN MEMORIAM
SGT. JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES
1918-1944
and pins it to the bulletin board, along with the poppy.
He then takes the bottle and goes to the darkest, least visible booth he can find.
[ooc: Feel free to have your pup react to Steve's announcement, but please PM or email me before tagging Steve as he is in a Very, Very Bad Place. Thanks.
All threads millitimed to before the thread with Orpheus, please.]
"A bottle of Atlantean, please," and then adds, "And some paper and a pen, and a poppy from Remembrance Day, if you have one."
The Bar delivers. Perhaps with an air of concern.
"Thank you, ma'am," Steve says and, in big dark letters that are nothing like his usual cheerful hand, writes:
SGT. JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES
1918-1944
and pins it to the bulletin board, along with the poppy.
He then takes the bottle and goes to the darkest, least visible booth he can find.
[ooc: Feel free to have your pup react to Steve's announcement, but please PM or email me before tagging Steve as he is in a Very, Very Bad Place. Thanks.
All threads millitimed to before the thread with Orpheus, please.]
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(That's the voice of someone who's been there, if not in the same circumstances. Claudia may not have seen a war, but she has lost absolutely everyone who was important to her.)
She sets the bars down regardless. "Still, I figured it couldn't hurt to try."
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(and if you go, if you go and leave me down here on my own)
Claudia sighs. "I won't tell you it ever stops hurting, but you do... reach a place where you can cope."
(then I'll wait for you)
You cope, and people think you're okay, but even if you're so extraordinarily lucky as to get the person you lost back, it doesn't stop hurting.
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It's not a fun one, and she's glad she doesn't live there anymore.
"I guess - I guess there's at least the chance he'll end up here? It's nothing you can lean on, but people do show up after dying in their worlds, sometimes."
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"You think that'll make it better?"
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He says to Claudia, "Nothing'll help, but thanks for the chocolate."
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But can you blame a girl for trying?
"You're welcome."
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