#1- Heaven or Hell?

[blue-sniper.livejournal.com]

[He's finally figured out that you can speak into the book to talk to people, after looking at is suspiciously for a while, and even poking it with his foot, because he doesn't trust talking books, period. Even less after HYDRA, He was sure for a while that he'd been captured by HYDRA again been dreaming. But then he remembered that he fell off the train and was probably dead. Shit. Which means that this was...]

Okay, so... this is Heaven. Really, it's not all it was cracked up to be. No fluffy clouds or female angels. Unless this is Hell... Actually, it's probably Hell. I'm not nice enough to get into Heaven. If so, whoever decorated did a really swell job. Staring at these stone walls for the rest of eternity sounds like punishment enough for whatever sins I have.

So... what are you people in for?

[ooc: Wait until Tuesday? Riiiiiight.]

[ETA: I'm going to bed. If anybody tags I'll tag them tomorrow.]

Comments

[valuedstrength.livejournal.com]

She's one of the people in charge of helping the recruits train. [Blink.] I didn't even know she owned a dress.

[blue-sniper.livejournal.com]

[Just...stares.] ...Steve, of course she owns a dress. That's not the point.

[valuedstrength.livejournal.com]

... Are you sure she's interested in me? That doesn't sound like her.

[blue-sniper.livejournal.com]

Yes, she's interested in you. It was a red dress. And she asked you to dance.

I talked to her and she didn't even answer me. She was only looking at you.

[Get it through your think head. A girl likes you, Steve. This is a good thing.]

[valuedstrength.livejournal.com]

I just... Agent Carter. [He's overwhelmed, okay? A GIRL LIKES HIM.]

[blue-sniper.livejournal.com]

Yes. Agent Carter.

And then there were the chorus girls and the barmaids and the private...

[He sighs. He's going to miss getting all the women. Though, really, was it any different than his reality?]

[valuedstrength.livejournal.com]

Chorus girls? Why would there be chorus girls? [SO OVERWHELMED.]

[blue-sniper.livejournal.com]

[At the look on his face, just bursts out laughing.]

Guess you're just gonna have to find out, aren't you?

[valuedstrength.livejournal.com]

[Steve gives an indignant look and grumbles.] You're making that part up.

[blue-sniper.livejournal.com]

Nope. Not making it up. How could I make up something like that? [Starts humming Star-Spangled Man, still with a huge smirk on his face.]

[valuedstrength.livejournal.com]

[Steve shrugs. He gets the feeling he's missing something yet again.]

Are you done playing fortune teller? I need to fill you in on the rest of what's going on here. It's kind of important.

[blue-sniper.livejournal.com]

Magic castle named Paradisa, it can grant wishes except letting you go home, and when you get here it takes something from you. Already been filled in.

Oh, and you owe me a dollar for the fortune telling.

[valuedstrength.livejournal.com]

They're called caisos here. Can I get an IOU to my first paycheck?

[blue-sniper.livejournal.com]

...You got a job? Where? [He's trying to imagine Steve working, and he can't.]

[valuedstrength.livejournal.com]

Over at the Lux. It's on this floor. [Steve frowns.] This place is supposed to be our prison, Bucky. I'm not staying here any longer than I have to.

[blue-sniper.livejournal.com]

This place, a prison? This castle, from what I saw, isn't that bad.

Steve, you wouldn't know the meaning of the word prison. [He does, and it's not this.]

[valuedstrength.livejournal.com]

I'm just telling you what the others told me. It only looks nice. Bad things happen here.

[blue-sniper.livejournal.com]

Bad things happen everywhere, Steve. Not much of a difference. [Oh yes, he is cynical.]

Anyway, I'm already dead. What's another death?

[valuedstrength.livejournal.com]

[Steve's speechless for a few seconds.] That isn't funny.

[blue-sniper.livejournal.com]

I never said it was. [He's dead serious, he really thinks that.]

[valuedstrength.livejournal.com]

You really think it's no big deal. [A few more seconds of tense silence pass.]

So what? If something happens and I die that's not going to matter either?

[blue-sniper.livejournal.com]

That's different. [And it is. Because it's Steve.]

I've expected to die so many times it doesn't have any more meaning. [And now he's probably said too much again. Can't have Steve know just how much the war wore him down.] Forget it, Steve.

[valuedstrength.livejournal.com]

Why because it's me? I can't just forget you think it's okay if something happens to you. If they're right about this place...

[It could happen and that isn't acceptable to Steve.] You can't think that way.

[blue-sniper.livejournal.com]

Well, I do. You're the only thing that's really worth living for anymore. You and the booze and sometimes the dames. [Okay, he needs to get away from Steve now, before this gets worse.]

Listen I'm going to go try to find my room again. Have fun with your new job. [And with that, takes back up the stairs at a good pace, one that he knows Steve won't be able to follow.]

[valuedstrength.livejournal.com]

[Steve watches him go. He knows he could chase after him (and set off his asthma undoubtedly) but he elects not to. He needs time to process this if he's going to be of any help to Bucky later.]

Catch you later.