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[Aug. 3rd, 2008|11:15 pm] |
Who: Winston and O'Brien
What: An evening together
Where: Their place
When: Sunday evening
Warnings: TBA
( I put my soul into what I write ) |
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[Jul. 13th, 2008|01:45 pm] |
Who: Winston and O'Brien
What: Comforting tiems
Where: O'Brien's flat
When: Not long after their conversation
Warnings: I'll let you know
( Read more... ) |
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[Jun. 21st, 2008|11:34 pm] |
Who: Winston, O'Brien
What: Nightmares, running to a friend.
Where: His place then O'Brien's
When: 3 in the morning on Sunday
Warnings: TBA
( The sound of silence. ) |
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[May. 29th, 2008|09:55 pm] |
Who: Winston and O'Brien
What: Winston seeks comfort from his friend
Where: O'Brien's place
When: Wednesday evening
World War II had shaken him to the core. It was worse than it had been at home. He could hear the bombs from German air raiders coming down continuously outside. Winston had hidden away in the windowless bathroom with Poe on his shoulder, curled up in the tub with a blanket and some pillows. The man had refused to come out until he was 100% sure the bombs were gone and everything was back to normal.
Since Sunday he'd been having continual nightmares just about every night, leaving him ragged and tired the next morning. Finally he wanted to flee to O'Brien's side and did, walking down the street quickly to the older man's house. He stepped up to the door and paused before knocking. |
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[May. 7th, 2008|05:47 pm] |
Who: Winston and O'Brien
What: Hanging out
Where: "Their" cafe
When: Late Wednesday afternoon
Warnings: Man/Man hand holding? =D?
Loneliness took it's toll on a man, and Winston was only just starting to realize it. Never before did he think he would miss Big Brother yet there he was, walking down the street, wishing there was a telescreen somewhere. At least then he knew someone was watching, that someone knew he existed and cared about his existence. But there was nothing and no one watching him.
Stepping into the cafe where he was supposed to meet O'Brien, he smiled shyly at the waitress who greeted him and then stepped off to get his usual tea. With that he moved and sat down in a chair near the window, rubbing his hands together. |
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[Apr. 17th, 2008|07:16 pm] |
Who: Bree Dennison and Winston Smith
Where: At home, in the middle of the night
What: Bree had a nightmare
( Exit light, enter night ) |
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[Apr. 14th, 2008|07:35 pm] |
Who: Winston and O'Brien
What: Talking
Where: Cafe
When: Monday evening
He was walking down the street at a hurried pace, hands in his pockets, lips curved into an almost ever present frown. Julia hated him, O'Brien was probably only humoring and even though he had people he knew in this world he felt alone. Isolated from everything that was from home he felt empty inside and craved any little bit of attention he could get from O'Brien. Managing to find the cafe within the half hour he stepped inside and up to the counter. Ordering a Chai Tea, he paid and took his drink, moving to sit at one of the tables.
Perhaps he looked as insecure as he felt, because people were giving him strange and sometimes concerned looks as he sat there sipping his tea, waiting for O'Brien. |
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[Apr. 13th, 2008|05:44 pm] |
Who: Winston and O'Brien
What: OMG THE BOOK
Where: Winston and Bree's house
When: Sunday afternoon
Warnings: TBA
He had the book in his hand and had read it through at least three times in the day, confused and scared at how accurate it was. There was only one thing he could take solace in and that was the fact there wasn't extreme description of he and Julia's personal affairs. Bree had tried to console him but finally gave up and went to do something or another. The only person he wanted to see was O'Brien. The only person he wanted to talk to or touch or sit beside was O'Brien because the older man made it right. He made things how they were supposed to be and that's what he needed more than anything right then.
So waiting for the other man, Winston paced to and fro, worriedly. |
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[Apr. 10th, 2008|03:33 pm] |
Who: Winston and Antigone [What what?]
What: Walking around London.
Where: London.
When: Thursday afternoon
Rating: PG-13 me thinks.
With wide-eyed fascination he'd stepped out of his flat initially to look about the area around him. It was a rather crowded part of town which didn't surprise him nor disturb him in the least. Winston was used to crowded, so he felt a bit more at ease knowing there were people living beside him, across from him and under him. The buzz of the city however was completely different than the one he had left. He could hear automobiles on the street (not tanks, not armored vehicles he had to remind himself) and could see the blue sky above (no more gray).
It didn't take long for him to retreat back inside though as he felt a wave of nausea hit him. He wasn't in 1984 anymore, that much he could believe but as to where he was...he still wasn't sure. Of course he was on London and the people on the strange little machine he kept in his pocket claimed it was 2008 (could it really be?) but he still had his doubts and his worries.
Making his way to the ratty old couch, he dropped down onto it with a huff and rubbed his bare arms. |
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