truebluehero (truebluehero) wrote in solitarycomm, @ 2012-12-18 22:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | castiel (celestialintent), steve rogers (truebluehero) |
Who: Steve Rogers (truebluehero) and Castiel (celestialintent)
When: After the city's change
Where: Winterfell
What: A conversation
Warnings: None
Status: N/A
The change in the city was more than unexpected, it was unsettling. Never had he imagined seeing New York so silent, so devoid of life and sound and everything that made it the great city that he remembered and loved- even if it was quite different from what he had known. Now it was a silent shadow, completely empty but still intact, as though the residents had left as one and intended to return. It wasn't a ruin like some sections were after the Chitauri had come, like the cities he had seen during the war; it was like a carefully set stage, and only the transplants were the players.
His motorcycle echoed loudly through the empty streets as he rode to Winterfell. Lights remained on in the stores, and he wondered whether or not the doors would open if he attempted to enter them. There were things they still needed, and it was only a matter of time before certain things would be lost- perishable food, for example. He had no way of knowing how they were going to replace that, but with woods nearby he did know that there were options. His training in the Army would see to his continued survival, and those he could help or share with. There were others who could do such things and he knew it; they could pool resources, make the best of a difficult situation. Who knew how permanent or temporary this would be? Based on his observations, it wasn't likely to be permanent.
Then again, who really knew?
Steve arrived at Winterfell, and wondered why he hadn't visited the place before. The thought had certainly crossed his mind, but he came up with no good reason for failing to stop by save for a constant activity that drew his attention away (or a need to be alone for a time). It as an attractive place, and he parked his bike in front of the place, still on the street though there seemed to be no police to enforce the laws. A short walk to the doors revealed them to be unlocked as promised, and he found the place as empty as the streets.
"Cas?" he called, and he shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked toward the bar and took in the layout, the design; it was very interesting. "Cas, I'm here."