Carol is the (cosmic_avenger) wrote in newalliance, @ 2015-03-26 14:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | captain marvel, merlyn |
Who: Carol and open to anyone who'd feasibly have access to her apartment (aka Malcolm or Cissie!)
What: Carol gets some sad news
Where: Her NYC apartment
When: March 26 afternoon
Status: In progress if someone tags in, if not narrative
Rating: Medium
The day had started off pretty well. Carol had gone for her usual morning run and work out routine. Which was then followed by a refreshing shower and a breakfast consisting of Eggo waffles and plenty of butter and syrup. One thing she was learning about these powers of hers was she needed to keep her energy levels up given the strain that she could be under. After breakfast she moved over to the couch and tugged her laptop out and began doing some article writing for some of the columns she was on about women in the military and women getting treated equally and such.
She was just starting to contemplate lunch when she realized the mail would most likely be down in her box. Tugging on some shoes she grabbed her keys and locked the door before heading down the stairs. She didn't mind using the stairs and it was a great way to stay in shape. Opening her box once there she grabbed the array of letters and ads before heading back up. Once back in her apartment she tossed the set of ads to the side and began looking through the letters.
"Bill...bill...credit card...another bill..." she muttered, sorting them out. As she got to the last letter she stopped, a small grin forming on her face when she recognized the return address. It was from one of her friends from the Air Force's home address. Maybe he was back overseas and they could catch up. She still had a hard time believing that she was dating THE Malcolm Merlyn and how down to Earth he seemed. So she eagerly tore open the letter, wondering what her friend was writing about. But as she pulled the letter out she realized it was something else entirely.
Numbly she stared and read the letter. It was his wife's handwriting splotched with tearstains. Her best friend in the Air Force had been captured and killed overseas by insurgents. She felt the letter flutter from her hand and she stumbled into a chair, staring blankly ahead. Carol wasn't so naive to think that death was avoidable. Especially in the military. But that didn't mean it still didn't come as a shock when someone you cared about, had been through hell with, was killed. Swallowing hard, Carol dug out her cell phone and looked the number up before calling.
"Stacy, it's Carol. I just got the letter. I'm so sorry," she said, her voice thick with unshed tears. "No it's okay. I understand why you didn't call. Is there anything I can do for you guys?...no? Alright. When's the service? Sunday? I'll be there. Promise. And again, if you need anything at all, anything that I can do, just call okay? Go be with your kids and family Stacy. I'll see you guys Sunday." Hitting the end button Carol moved to the couch and curled up. Mike had been like a brother to her. Hell, everyone in her squadron had been like a brother to her. But she and Mike had been close. Closing her eyes, and knowing she was alone, she let the tears out.