withtheoldbreed: (devil at my heels)
E. B. Sledge ([personal profile] withtheoldbreed) wrote2015-05-23 07:53 pm

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[Gene doesn't regret joining the Marines - God help him, it's true - but there's no doubt that the Army, Air Force and Navy guys over in Europe have the better deal when it comes to leave. There's no Paris or Rome to liberate in the Pacific, no London to be shipped back to for R&R, just the shitty shacks and tents on Pavuvu, overrun with land crabs and rats and still reeking of rotting coconuts.

So the idea of actually getting to explore the city - especially now that there's no war on, no Nazis running the place or snipers to look out for - is kind of neat, even if Gene's not so sure it's enough to really make up for the ship seeming like it was falling apart. Or the last port.

But he still hits the town - in civvies, probably for the first time since getting on board the ship - and does his best to enjoy himself. He doesn't speak French well enough to really communicate with anyone, but Snafu does, and they're so used to being in each other's company that it just makes sense to team up anyway... even if Snaf nearly gets them kicked out of at least one museum.

Because Gene's that kind of tourist - he gets up as close as people are still allowed to be to the Eiffel Tower and goes to the Arc de Triomphe, visits the Louvre and eats at some of the more modestly priced restaurants, walks along the Seine and finds himself oddly drawn to war memorials and places he recognizes from pictures when the city had fallen to the Nazis.

He can also be found in book shops and staring with mild confusion at the Apple Store. This Paris is very different from the one he imagines his brother had seen. Everyone's on their phones and looks different from what he's used to, and it's not bad, but he feels out of place. He has no idea with how Steve coped with waking up seventy or so years in the future, because even just this is very, very eerie.]
rickitikitarr: (car lounging)

[personal profile] rickitikitarr 2015-05-25 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
I've got this thing I can't resist.

[He admits, on his way over, voice dropping a little lower- bookstores are like libraries, in that the good ones have a hush to them.]

I know it's pointless, but reading future histories of my past, seeing how it all turned out-
rickitikitarr: (nice and thoughtful)

[personal profile] rickitikitarr 2015-05-26 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
If it helps, it's totally useless. I can see the shapes of my world in the books- a fellow named Kim Philbin who did many of the things my old boss Bill managed to pull off in my world. A few of the same POW camps but with different names on the prisoner rosters.

[He hunts and hunts, but never finds what he's looking for.]

Like we're a half-step out of sync.
rickitikitarr: (car lounging)

[personal profile] rickitikitarr 2015-05-26 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
That'd be the difference, I suppose. I don't really believe I'm going back.

[Skirting around the bookshelf to browse the other side. It's low enough he can still see him over the top of it, but gives him a little space.]
rickitikitarr: (fuck off tufty thessinger)

[personal profile] rickitikitarr 2015-05-26 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
Not a chance, I'm afraid.

[He admits, plucking down a book on self-help, of the home organization and anti-clutter variety.]
rickitikitarr: (listening incredulously)

[personal profile] rickitikitarr 2015-05-26 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
[It does take Ricki a little aback. But hell, if he's blunt enough to ask, Ricki will do his best.]

You've killed people, yeah?
rickitikitarr: (listening incredulously)

[personal profile] rickitikitarr 2015-05-26 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
Did you regret it?

[Deeply personal, again, but these are questions about human morality. It's going to get sticky.]
rickitikitarr: (out of reach out of mind)

[personal profile] rickitikitarr 2015-05-26 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
Exactly.

[He agrees, reshelving the book on organization without looking where he's sliding it, because he's watching him back.]

And that's just it. I did what I had to do. I'm not sorry I did it. Only, it seems like the things I did in the service of my greater good were a little too objectively awful for my scales to balance out, in the end. But as far as I'm concerned, it doesn't really change a thing.
rickitikitarr: (car lounging)

[personal profile] rickitikitarr 2015-05-26 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
No.

[He admits, pulling another book down, melting into something a lot more passive, peaceful.]

It's a bloody mess back there. Sometimes, I'll admit, I think about becoming a warden to try to get the deal, try to save someone that once upon a time, I couldn't- but that isn't going to change the fact that I don't believe in it.
rickitikitarr: (dishonourable schoolboy)

[personal profile] rickitikitarr 2015-05-27 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
I didn't say that.

[He says, with a little shrug.

The brutally honest truth is that Ricki would rather be dead. Barring that, he will of course take going home, but he isn't impelled enough to play along, to try to graduate.]