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01 | Action/Voice | I am trapped in a storybook I just know it.

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[Doyle doesn't wake up slowly; his eyes are open in an instant, and he's staring at a normal sky edged with canopy. It's a little awkward by the fact that he's on a bench in the middle of town. When he looks around and sees wings, and then sees some of you in medieval armor, clothes from the 1800's, or non-human creatures altogether? He lays there for a long while, not bothering to inspect why he's here. Because obviously, none of it's real.

Nope.

He laughs dryly at the air, shaking his head, because wow. Clearly the fire didn't kill him. He's just lying somewhere trapped in a horrifying fever dream before the gas gets to him.

Nope, nope, nope. Cannot deal with this right now. Too tired to budge, anyway. He takes the discarded magazine on the backrest and drapes it over his face, sighing as he folds his arms over his chest. For being a horrible hallucination, he sure feels half-naked and cold.]

I'm not here. Not here.

[He'll sit up after a while and eventually just... watch everyone. Especially those who don't look like they're from 21st century earth. No offense to you guys, he's just confused and trying to figure out how sane he is. And he'll either be set straight by someone who knows this place or he'll come to by himself, but he finally gets off his ass and goes to the clothing store. They were nice enough to let him wear his dogtags right when he woke up, at least. Hits up the bar, too, because.... because. When he speaks up to the weird ass journal he's got, he's only very slightly tipsy. Which is good, because you'll get less overwhelmed responses.]

[Voice]

So. It's really true, is it? The whole... 'other world' thing?

[A pause. He sloshes around the beer in his bottle, as his gaze flicks from the bar to the journal.]

I like it. This whole set-up, it's damn fine with me, good and bad points combined; a lot better than being stuck in my world where your own family and friends could turn around and gnaw your nose off. The longer I'm away from viruses and possible crazy apocalyptic bullshit, the better.

Just wish there was some way of checking in on the people who're still left behind. [Yep, 'left behind'. That's what it feels like, okay? Even if America was alright last he checked, there was a Code Red. Who knows what European countries were fucked. Hopefully the spread was contained well enough. Hopefully.]

Right. Anyway, I'm Sergeant Doyle; Rick Doyle. [Wait.] I guess the 'sergeant' part doesn't really matter anymore... But hey. Cheers, anyway.

[Now he's just got to settle mentally. He'll work on it. Until then, he's staying at the bar to get his head on straight and read through the journals.]

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Sometimes? I wonder if it's a game to them.

If they've lost their minds?

[He moves the glass around in his hand, memories resurfacing.]

Without a doubt.

But...it's good to see someone else who can handle themselves. I hope you don't take this the wrong way -- but I'm looking forward to seeing you on the draft lists. The more people like us who get called? The fewer kids and non-combatants have to go out there.

Nothing taken wrong, don't worry; it's my job, after all, and I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't be restless. As long as I'm shooting the bad guy, I'm all in.

Edited 2012-03-27 19:23 (UTC)

And on the plus side? No army food. Which I'm just going to assume is bad. Maybe not hospital levels of bad...

[He shrugs.]

It's... edible. That's always a good thing. Britain was nice enough to give us decent dinners while we were stationed there for a few months. [Because it's not like they had a whole lot of people they had to feed. Sadly.]

I'm...pleasantly surprised. British food? Decent?

Better than Option B. B being rubbery cafeteria food.

Can't say I was ever a fan of tea or... uh... digestive biscuits, though.

Edited 2012-03-27 21:18 (UTC)

British cookies just don't have enough chocolate in them.

And not enough double-stuf creme or sprinkles. It's kind of a moodkill for someone who wants to eat pure sugar.

[ be still her heart. ]

Remember the part where I said I was living in Scotland for year? Yeah. I remember that moodkill none-too-fondly. The upside to here is that there's plenty of junk food.

That's one thing to be thankful for.

[he raises to that and drinks, anyway]

So, what's a vampire slayer doing in Scotland, anyway? Had something to do there?

...That'd be where my headquarters is. Now. Used to be in California but we ran into...problems. Hence the move. Got a good deal on some real-estate.

Oh? [grin] You're a Cali girl?

...You couldn't tell?

[ her own grin. ]

Pfft, I've learned that assuming things ahead of time is a poor idea. Though I guess it's a real tragedy I couldn't tell; came from Sacramento. Little ocean place up north before that.

No way! Get outta here! [ a broader smile. ]

I was born in LA. Stayed there until I was sixteen, then I moved to a little old town called Sunnydale. Pretty small. Doubt you've heard of it.

No, no, it's true. I'm all West. I've been in LA pretty often in the summers—my aunt used to buy cheap shit there for her shop back home and I liked the 'traveling' aspect of it. Six sweet hours of traveling.

Never heard of Sunnydale, though. It's probably as small as Crescent City—[a thoughtful pause] Which you've probably never heard of, either, so that makes us even.

Edited 2012-03-31 02:12 (UTC)

There are a few of us, here. Californians. There's Derek, for example. You might like him. But -- you're right. Haven't heard of this little town of yours.

The LA thing's cool, though. Solidarity.

[Heeee was not a fan of his own house. But hey, roadtrips with other family? No possible reason to say no. Solidarity rules.]

I didn't think so. Crescent City's only 20 miles from the boarder. Any more North and I'd be from Oregon. But it was a pretty cool place. Ocean view, and all that. I lived there until I was 10 so I got to enjoy the seashore for a while.

Sunnydale's a little more south. A lot more south. [ total valley girl, here. just -- subverted. ] South of LA, I mean. But still close enough for occasional shopping trips.

Well, it's nice to know there are some people here who knows what California is, let alone Earth. I'm guessing you get a lot of that.

...It's always a treat.

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