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[Jun. 23rd, 2010|03:53 pm]

george_lulz
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WHO: Mary Tudor and George Luz
WHAT: much needed friend for Mary
WHERE: some random park

While it was true that George barely made it through high school back home, as far as he was concerned he had every right to be: being part of a family with ten kids wasn't easy and in the Depression most kids tried to focus more on earning some extra money than school.

But here, George could actually get a proper education-or so he would if the semester was still in. Call him crazy, but he was still old fashioned enough to believe that summers were to be spent outside enjoying the weather-not inside buried in books. Especially since coming back from Bastigone, he was going to take advantage of the warm and sunny weather while he could.

He also got a dog. George had always wanted one as a boy, but with so many kids already his parents didn't want to waste food on one, but here he could adopt a dog of his own and not worry about the expenses of taking care of him.

That day found him in the park, playing frisbee with his new buddy Trigger 2 (he couldn't name him Trigger-that name was already taken by another great dog).
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[Mar. 21st, 2010|11:51 pm]

george_lulz
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Who: George Luz and Kimber
What: helping a new arrival
When: Evening.
Where: London

It couldn't be denied that in Bastogne, George had faced some tough weather, but they didn't say anything about tornadoes. He was just enjoying what passed for a hot meal-actually it was stone cold by the time it left the pot-of beans and broth when the wind started to pick up. That may've been good because it meant a break from artillery, but damn, that wind made the cold even more intense.

He braced himself against the wind, shutting his eyes against the flying snow. He didn't even open them when he heard signs of civilization, well, he opened them, but it took a moment.

"What the hell was in those beans?" How'd he suddenly get from Bastogne to London? Not that this was the London he had left behind, it was too bright, but he'd recognize limey accents anywhere. He also noticed that he wasn't so cold, not that the weather was warm but it was a definite step up from the minus 30 degrees and him without so much as long johns or a winter coat.

"Well George, looks like you've finally cracked."

There was a trash can right by him and he dumped his beans (metal pan and all), before pulling out a cigarette and taking a light, taking a deep inhale. Nothing was never so bad when he could just enjoy a cigarette.
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