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milliways_bar2013-05-16 07:55 pm
daringyoungman) wrote in milliways_bar2013-05-16 07:55 pm
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Dick wasn't expecting to see the bar.
Ever again, really. He had become used to the bar being somewhere he could access through tents and doors in the circus. It was a new part of his world, sure, but it was a part of it.
Then his world collapsed in front of him and everything changed and suddenly he found himself living in an orphanage in Gotham City run by nuns.
He's had to deal with that new, horrible world, and he hates everything about it. Hates how it's not the circus, but at the same time, he's sort of pleased that he doesn't have to be at the circus, to see Mister Haly or the animals or any of his friends, and not see his parents. This new world is horrible, but because it's missing everything, it's not missing them specifically.
That's what he'd think if he was capable of coherent thought on the subject right now.
As it is, Dick couldn't explain exactly why finding the bar appear on the way to his dorm feels like a betrayal.
The boy stands in the doorway, fists clenching at his side as he glares at the bar for daring to still exist, and still be bright and loud and friendly when everything on the other side of the door is broken.
He glares for one second,
two seconds,
three seconds...
[OOC: If you can find him, completely open! But be open to very short threads, if he doesn't want to talk. DCU!Dick.]
Ever again, really. He had become used to the bar being somewhere he could access through tents and doors in the circus. It was a new part of his world, sure, but it was a part of it.
Then his world collapsed in front of him and everything changed and suddenly he found himself living in an orphanage in Gotham City run by nuns.
He's had to deal with that new, horrible world, and he hates everything about it. Hates how it's not the circus, but at the same time, he's sort of pleased that he doesn't have to be at the circus, to see Mister Haly or the animals or any of his friends, and not see his parents. This new world is horrible, but because it's missing everything, it's not missing them specifically.
That's what he'd think if he was capable of coherent thought on the subject right now.
As it is, Dick couldn't explain exactly why finding the bar appear on the way to his dorm feels like a betrayal.
The boy stands in the doorway, fists clenching at his side as he glares at the bar for daring to still exist, and still be bright and loud and friendly when everything on the other side of the door is broken.
He glares for one second,
two seconds,
three seconds...
And then he vanishes into the rafters.
[OOC: If you can find him, completely open! But be open to very short threads, if he doesn't want to talk. DCU!Dick.]
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(At least so far. It hasn't been that many nights.)
"I don't wanna talk about it," Dick says, when he can make words.
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She's still speaking quietly.
And after another minute or two --
"Sometimes exhaustion helps."
Beat.
"People say that. A lot."
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Not right now, he's not in the mood. But he will be.
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X's response is prompt and very certain.
"I am easy to find. Here."
Especially since, for now, at least, she is not planning on going anywhere.