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nightcathedral2014-11-08 05:10 am
lastblackhawk) wrote in nightcathedral2014-11-08 05:10 am
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What about soldier battle scars and all the anger that they eat...
Zinda, to be perfectly honest, is not sure what happened to her. She knows where she is - definitely New York, no confusing that - but not why, and she's not entirely sure she buys the when. This is different from the Manhattan she knows, sure, in a dozen ways she's noticed already and probably more she hasn't been able to count yet, but... she can't have missed a whole sixty years. That can't be right.
She wandered around a bit trying to make sense of it, and finally ended up in a bar near the waterside - military bar, lot of old vets and younger soldiers, the kind of place she feels right at home. Either someone from her command will track her down and pull her out sooner or later... or they won't. And she'll deal with that when it comes.
Right now, though, she's getting happily drunk on a half dozen young soldier's tabs, flirting with all of them absolutely shamelessly. Zinda's always been good at making the most of her circumstances.
She wandered around a bit trying to make sense of it, and finally ended up in a bar near the waterside - military bar, lot of old vets and younger soldiers, the kind of place she feels right at home. Either someone from her command will track her down and pull her out sooner or later... or they won't. And she'll deal with that when it comes.
Right now, though, she's getting happily drunk on a half dozen young soldier's tabs, flirting with all of them absolutely shamelessly. Zinda's always been good at making the most of her circumstances.