Piotr Nikolievitch Rasputin (iskupit) wrote in lost_world, @ 2015-05-02 16:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | piotr rasputin, rob winchester |
Lost it all (Rob)
Like the well trained soldier that he was, as soon as Piotr woke up in the strange room, he swept it for any signs of his weapons. When he found only the letter, Piotr left the room in search of others. The ones that mattered.
He found none of them.
His Yana. He'd been so happy to have her. Even if she was not his sister, not truly, she was still his sister, and he would have died for her. Given his life for her. Was she back where she should be now? Was that better than here? It didn't seem like it to him. She'd been kept, like he had, turned into something no child should be. Like he had. Castiel was also absent. His friend, the only man that Piotr had called friend in a very long time. They had fought together, they had bonded. He had felt that Castiel had known him in a way that no others could. They were both social idiots, learning to get along in the real world. When he also couldn't find Rayne, the woman he had pledged to keep safe, Piotr gave up.
The brood that overcame him was one he hadn't really sunk into since he'd been at Malden. Since losing JP. He didn't want to look for anybody else, because he was afraid of who else he might have lost. There were other names he had floating through his mind, the names of people he cared about, but he couldn't take it.
What clothing he found didn't make anything better. Piotr had woken up in a bright Hawaiian print shirt with clashing Hawaiian print shorts, and had only been able to find a pair of flipflops to wear out of the room. It made him feel stupid. Abandoning the room in the outfit, despite his reservations of doing so, Piotr sought out the resort bar. He sat on a stool close to a wall, but gave up trying to face the entrance as there was one that went into the hotel part itself, and then the whole goddamned back was open to the beach. All he could do was angle himself so that the wall was at his back.
The mutant ordered vodka and got a foofy drink with an umbrella in it, instead. He didn't have it in him to fight with the bartender. He'd drink the colorful drink and be a lot more specific next time.