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36. written. Once Upon a Time in Nazi-Occupied France.....

Mar 25, 2011 14:46

I'm sure you've all heard by now, but Clapet's graduated. He went home today. Even though he liked to use my face as a punching bag and stabbed me twice, I'm going to miss the guy. Despite everything, all those bad things he did, some of which I'm sure some of you saw or experienced first-hand for yourselves, he was human and I could relate to him ( Read more... )

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;private, durr.. and he speaks your ambiguity, donowitz. lost_undercover March 25 2011, 20:17:19 UTC

That's it then, am I right? You're leaving and heading home to see your family and all that. That's good. I'm happy for you, Donny. Take care of yourself, alright?

Let me ask you something, though. Why did you tell everyone? I mean that. I've been thinking about all the secrets I've been hiding and it's real work I'd rather not have, but I don't want everyone knowing the truth. Did it make a difference to you or did you only do it because you know you're done?

Fuck. One last drink before you go?

Oh, and be careful, guy. That's my hometown you're talking about.

;private - costigan would. what a guy. actuallyagolem March 25 2011, 21:01:38 UTC

You know, Billy [WOW YOUR NAME WHAT IS THIS], it didn't occur to me until Clapet left that I actually could go home. I just never thought about it before. I guess I am?

I don't really know. I should though, right? That's what everybody wants in the end.

As for spilling my guts, it was thinking about home that made me decide to just tell everyone. Thinking about going back to all of that, and possibly facing everything I did in the War - this kind of seemed like a good way to begin. I held on to my secrets as long as I could because debating the rights and wrongs of what I did seemed like a chore, and I was a bit of a monster when I was in the army, but I guess Clapet showed me that maybe it's better to face those things head-on instead of being a coward.

I keep rambling. I'm sorry, guy. Let's get a drink and I'll ramble at you, how does that sound?

And hey, it was my hometown before it was yours.

;private - <3 lost_undercover March 25 2011, 21:22:13 UTC

You should, yeah. It's like you said: who would want to stay here if they had the chance for something else? You're good people.

You're not a coward, guy. You never have been. Now that you've got the opportunity to do something real? You're going to take it, because that's who you are. There's nothing wrong with that.

Sure, okay. Yeah. I'd like that.

That must be why it was a shithole then.

;private - <3! actuallyagolem March 25 2011, 21:34:35 UTC

I guess it's just hard because I might sort of love somebody here. And by sort of, I mean I do love someone.

I think I have to choose. I don't want to choose. I'm not that brave.

I could use a drink tonight. You're going to be free whether you like it or not.

Oh please, I gave it character. You kids ruined it.

;private - <3! lost_undercover March 26 2011, 03:42:49 UTC

May you could come back or maybe she'd be willing to follow you.

I'll be free.

You pretended. We keep it real.

;private actuallyagolem March 26 2011, 03:55:08 UTC

If I go home, I'm going home for good. I've been away for too long. And I can't ask her to follow me, because she's got a job to do, and I can't be a selfish jerk even if I want to be.

You keep it real? What's that suppose to mean?

;private lost_undercover March 26 2011, 04:08:49 UTC

I mean after she finishes here, you know?

It sounded better than saying we try to keep it clean and modernized it.

;private actuallyagolem March 26 2011, 04:12:14 UTC

Maybe. That's a really long distance relationship right there, but you never know.

Oh. I thought for a second there you meant "we keep it from becoming fictional", and I was worried for the future.

;private lost_undercover March 26 2011, 04:33:07 UTC

I'll see you tonight, guy.

It's a fucking expression, apparently from after your time. Don't worry about it.

;private actuallyagolem March 26 2011, 04:44:58 UTC

Oh you crazy kids.

See you later.

;spam lost_undercover March 26 2011, 17:11:28 UTC

[And Costigan was up on deck later that night, as promised, planning to meet Donny for that drink. He was in jeans, a black t-shirt, and his brown jacket, hood pulled up over his head; he had gotten a little used to the lazier ensemble with all the fights he'd been getting in and all the recovering he'd been doing. And the long sleeves helped to hide his scars.

The inmate waited for his friend, for what might be one last drink before Donowitz left for good.]

;spam actuallyagolem March 26 2011, 21:52:17 UTC

[Donny's day had been a long one. As he changed shirts and stuffed his warden item into his pocket - no longer picking up anything having to do with Clapet, he thought about how just that morning he had been making plans to get in some relaxation in return for a job well done. He couldn't have imagined that his day would have turned out something like this, starting to say goodbye to people and all.

He saw Costigan up ahead and raised his arm, then pointed towards the door to the warden-only levels.]

Two questions, Costigan. Whaddya want to drink, and wheah do you wanna drink it?

;spam lost_undercover March 27 2011, 07:38:19 UTC

[Costigan caught sight of Donny pretty easily and gave a small nod as he started walking over toward the door to the upper decks. He gave his friend a clasp on the shoulder in fond greeting, a little more upset than he'd say or show that his friend was leaving.] "Whiskey and eitheh the wahden meetin' room aw the CES."

;spam actuallyagolem March 28 2011, 01:24:49 UTC

[Donny gave that clasp on his shoulder a firm nod - his own show of affection for the other Bostonian. He was glad that there was something practiced about their meeting; they had done this time and time again, and it was somewhat comforting that they could pretend this was just an ordinary get-together between two buddies.]

"CES. It's nice theah tonight." [Once in the upper decks, Donny dashed into the pub and stole a bottle of whiskey for them, slyly tucking it under his arm as he moseyed on back to the corridor.] "Got the good stuff." [He waved the bottle with a smile.]

;spam lost_undercover March 28 2011, 19:46:51 UTC

[Costigan continued with Donny into the hall, occupying his mind with the idle curiosity of whether stealing from the pub was really stealing or not; if it was the kind of thing Howie would deem morally wrong. Then his friend had returned with a bottle for them both and the idea was forgotten as they made their way toward the CES.]

"Thanks." [The inmate took the bottle from Donny when they neared the CES to allow the warden to retrieve his item; it was all a fluid dance of understanding and camaraderie.] "Look, I know we'eh meant to be gettin' drunk an' havin' some fahkin' fun an' talkin' about whateveh comes to mind, but theh's somethin' I want to ask you about first, guy. While we'eh sobeh."

;spam actuallyagolem March 28 2011, 20:39:17 UTC

[Still sort of marveling that his item lacked any trace of Clapet, Donny held it aloft and casually opened the door to the CES with it. His brow raised when Costigan mentioned question-asking and sobriety in the same sentence, but he nodded his head.]

"Yeah, suah. Go ahead."

[He stuffed his hands into his pocket and stepped inside the enclosure. It wasn't anything exotic or fancy this time, just a clearing and the occasional cool breeze.]

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