Hawkeye had a sixth sense for when someone was scooting closer to him. He moved closer to her just a tiny bit. Slowly now, slowly. As for what was on screen he was confused until the first explosion. Those he knew far too well. Quickly he moved a little closer to Siri again though this time it wasn't motivated by his libido.
Siri could be smooth. She yawned, stretching a tiny bit, and left her right arm dangling around Hawkeye's shoulders. She frowned. He was very, very tense.
Then another explosion. She jumped a little, and hoped her grip didn't hurt him. :\
He didn't notice because he was jumping too. Movies sure had gotten a lot more realistic since his time. Reaching over he took a hold of her hand. It couldn't get much worse right? They were just getting the audience's attention.
"I'll...I'll be fine." This was ridiculous. Here was on a nice date with a very pretty young woman, and all he could think about was the fake guys on the screen being blown up. Just focus on the pretty girl he told himself. Looking over at her he smiled. There much better. He moved a tiny bit closer. Then one of the damn machines moved and tried to kill the hero. That did make Hawkeye jump. It was pretty damned scary to him.
Huh, must be that jedi thing or he was acting really strange for it to show. "Just not used to movies like this. Things weren't so realistic in my time. I'll be fine." Sitting back down he managed to relax a bit as the movie quieted down.
She breathed out a long sigh, still not believing him. But she didn't want to nag. "Okay." She squeezed his hand one last time, and reclined back.
The plotline was weird. Was a robot army really that far-fetched of an idea for people on this planet? That very concept made her sit on-edge even more. Oh, stang-- she had an awful thought, one that made her stomach drop to her feet. Had there been droid armies in Korea? Was that what was going on??
She vowed to go on the Internet machine once she was back in her room and read about any potentially offensive Earth history. She liked Hawkeye. It was the right thing to do.
Hawkeye took some deep breaths, and managed to calm down a bit. It was just a movie after all. The plot had him confused, and he felt there was something he was missing. At least he starting to enjoy himself. Right up to the point the mine went off on screen. The following scene, the dialogue, all of it took him back to those days in Korea. Very quickly he got up out of his seat, and ran outside. Finding the nearest thing that resembled a pot or a garbage can he vomited his guts out into it. This date was not going the way he planned it.
For a couple of seconds, Siri sat there, absolutely frozen, her jaw dropped. Then she jumped up and ran after him.
And then she heard the retching, and remembered early missions from her youth. She remembered the look she saw in her Master's eyes sometimes, and wondered if the violence would affect her more once she was an adult. (And it did.)
Very, very gently, she patted his back, and led him over to another near-by bench.
"Yes...please." He was feeling entirely too awful to make a clever remark right now. Just that scene. He'd worked on so many kids with wounds from mines. Usually he couldn't save the leg. Breathing hard he closed his eyes for a moment before looking up at Siri. "You...don't think they might actually be going through that? Like we did before we came here."
Siri nodded, and quickly pulled a bottle out of her bag, unfastening the lid and passing it to him.
"I don't know," she finally said. "I... I don't think the story happens to people every time we watch it. Or read it. I think it happens as its written, before the audience sees the movie or the show or what-kriffing-ever."
But even to her, it wasn't a very comforting thought.
He had the decency to wipe his mouth before taking a drink. "So the writers get to play god....and they don't even know it." That was somehow worse than if they did know what was happening. "Thanks, I mean it."
"And I doubt the people monitoring us here have spread the word."
It was another morbid thought, and she felt awful for saying it while Hawkeye was going through this, but the situation made everything she'd been holding in come to the surface.
She sat down next to him.
"Almost every planet back home has at least one polytheistic religious order. As Jedi, we... don't really believe in gods. But I don't know anymore."
"Hey," she grinned, peering down at the reclining form. "How's it going?" She tucked a strand of short hair behind her ear.
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"Hmm," she mumbled.
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Then another explosion. She jumped a little, and hoped her grip didn't hurt him. :\
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"You okay?" She whispered.
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She gripped his hand, harder his time. "Do you need some air? We can leave if you need to."
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The plotline was weird. Was a robot army really that far-fetched of an idea for people on this planet? That very concept made her sit on-edge even more. Oh, stang-- she had an awful thought, one that made her stomach drop to her feet. Had there been droid armies in Korea? Was that what was going on??
She vowed to go on the Internet machine once she was back in her room and read about any potentially offensive Earth history. She liked Hawkeye. It was the right thing to do.
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And then she heard the retching, and remembered early missions from her youth. She remembered the look she saw in her Master's eyes sometimes, and wondered if the violence would affect her more once she was an adult. (And it did.)
Very, very gently, she patted his back, and led him over to another near-by bench.
"Do you want some water?"
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"I don't know," she finally said. "I... I don't think the story happens to people every time we watch it. Or read it. I think it happens as its written, before the audience sees the movie or the show or what-kriffing-ever."
But even to her, it wasn't a very comforting thought.
She shivered a little bit.
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"And I doubt the people monitoring us here have spread the word."
It was another morbid thought, and she felt awful for saying it while Hawkeye was going through this, but the situation made everything she'd been holding in come to the surface.
She sat down next to him.
"Almost every planet back home has at least one polytheistic religious order. As Jedi, we... don't really believe in gods. But I don't know anymore."
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