Not exactly a war zone - OTA

[wanta_cigarette]

For the first time in a long while, Speirs had trouble sleeping. He wasn't an anxious man. He never had been, but he was stuck here and his men were back where he'd come from, in the middle of trying to take Foy from the Germans, getting shot, getting blown up, without a leader. It kept him up

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[zenonkar21ce]

"He blew it up. A crazy clown called the Joker." Yep, it was Zenon. She should probably be in class right now, but they were going to dissect frogs and that was just inky to the tenth power squared. So when she found the 'trail' of cigarettes, she just sort of assumed it was that guy she'd met a few days ago and followed it until she found him looking at the cafe.

[wanta_cigarette]

He looked up at the sound of her voice and for a moment it looked like he would roll his eyes. Instead he just stamped out the cigarette after dropping it.

"You again." Deadpan. He didn't mind the girl particularly. She was strange and vaguely amusing.

[zenonkar21ce]

"Yep. Me again. My name is Zenon, by the way, since I never introduced myself before." Zenon sent him an unphased smile.

[wanta_cigarette]

"Zenon," he repeated in disbelief. Speirs dug into his pocket for yet another cigarette. The constant stream of nicotine was probably the only thing standing between him and torching the whole damn place. "Zenon," he said around the cigarette as he lit up, "great."

"Speirs," he said eventually, wondering if maybe Zenon was her last name, not that he'd ever met a girl who introduced herself that way.

[faramir_hurin]

It's strange to see the little red glow moving, pausing, then moving again. I do know what it is, and I can see the outline of the man holding the cigarette. He does not seem familiar, and I'm not exactly sure why he's looking at the wreckage--if he is looking at the wreckage.

"Hello," I say not too loudly, and before I get to close. Hopefully the crutches make me seem non-threatening. "My name is Faramir. I couldn't sleep."

[wanta_cigarette]

Speirs looked up, lifting a hand to take the cigarette from his lips. He could make out the other man in the dim light, see the crutches.

"You in there went it blew?"

[faramir_hurin]

"No. The man that blew it up had shot me two days before because he did not want me chasing him. He also shot another man but there was no body." I've heard that Ranger went home and returned--he's alive. "They let me out of the clinic when the others started coming in."

I'm close enough now to see him better, to see his clothes.

"You are newly-arrived here. I've not seen anyone wearing clothing like that--not even Shane, and he is in the navy, the United States Navy, from Earth." A soldier, so I awkwardly put my hand across my chest in salute. "Faramir of Gondor, Captain of the Ithilien Rangers."

[wanta_cigarette]

Speirs snorted at the mention of the navy. "Don't know what the hell Gondor is, but I'm 1st Lieutenant Ronald Speirs, United States Army. Paratroopers." That last bit was always added on. There was a distinction. There were the paratroopers and then there was everyone else.

[ideal_guardian]

Bruce was tired of staring up at his ceiling and listening to Nanook snore.

There was absolutely nothing for him to do, the General was Morelli's problem now. The Joker was turned into stone, his week of anyalisis and careful watching for any signs of a freed Joker had finally let him believe what he'd seen the General do. Noone had tried to break the Joker yet, and the monster was securely locked in a safe.

Nightly patrols were worse than useless.

So Bruce had been staying in nights to try and let his leg get some time to heal, but he was used to being up at night. He was used to being over-active.

He finally gave up and used his training to sneak past the ever-vigilante Nanook. It was a nice night. Bruce bent his head down and started a slow rambling walk around the village. As usual his feet took him to the cafe. Unususally there was someone else here at this hour. Bruce glanced at the patch on the man's outdated uniform. "101st?"*

((if Speirs changed out of his uniform just poke me and I can change that ))

[wanta_cigarette]

Speirs looked at him briefly before turning back to examining the cafe. "101st." Finally someone in this town who knew something. Not that this man was dressed any less strange than the rest of them.

[he's got the jacket on, being his only jacket at the moment, but no helmet, gun, or fatigues]

[ideal_guardian]

Bruce tugged the collar of his jacket closer around his neck. It was a bit chilly not having anything under it, but he hadn't planed on stopping anywhere so he hadn't thought it would matter. He dressed in all black out of habit, although he wished for about the sixth time that Nanook hadn't kidnapped his shoes to chew on.

Hard eyes scanned over the cafe. It still mad him mad at himself.

"You still in?" He didn't mention the out of date jacket. He was still dealing with people being turned into stone and dead men coming back to life.

[wanta_cigarette]

"I was at Bastogne," he said around his cigarette. "It pulled me out in the middle of combat." He turned his head to look at the other man. "I don't appreciate it."