Illya (redperilatdawn) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-04-01 21:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, illya kuryakin |
Who: Illya Kuryakin
What: Initial impressions of Orange County are far from favourable but needs must
When: April 1st
Where: Non-descript coffee shop
Rating/Warnings: Low
Status: Narrative; Complete
So this was... Orange County.
Illya was not impressed. Opposite of impressed in fact. He could not begin to understand why his superior officers thought that there was need of him in this place. It was too bright, too frivolous and clearly many of these people need more clothes. He was by rights the sort of person who would in most situations stand out like a sore thumb given his rigid back, sharp eyes, and otherwise disdainful expression but over time Illya had learned to mask certain traits.
His Russian traits to be exact.
America was not Russia and that in some ways was why much to his surprise he actually liked it but in the same breath he found that his patience for certain Americans was... limited at best. Like the mother screaming at her children in a grocery store line, the teenagers talking loudly on their phones or the man yelling profanity at a television just because his sports team was losing. He caught himself in those moments tightening his hand around the nearest thing that happened to be closest but then stopping before his temper got the better of him as that was the last thing he needed.
Drawing attention was out of the question, it happened enough as it was given that he stood at six foot five and was according to some "fairly easy on the eyes" though he paid it no mind as truth be told he had no need for intimacy. Not when there were bigger things to concern himself with, like serving his country and obtaining respect and all the things that had been lost by his father's arrest and his mother's descent into debauchery.
As it was he had work to do and if his shaded eyes did not betray him the target was on the move and he needed to follow so abandoning his coffee, still hot, the Russian fell in behind the other with ease and proceeded to tail the target to wherever they might go. Hopefully this would not take all day, he had a lot of unpacking still to do.
It would seem in their infinite wisdom the powers that be had decided that this was the place of all places that Illya would remain for the foreseeable future. He did not agree but his place was not to question and so he didn't, he just followed orders and orders were to remain even if his disdain for this place was evident. Of course pretending otherwise was more difficult than it should be considering Illya was not known for keeping his thoughts to himself, he spoke bluntly and was everything a good Russian should be: direct, upfront and unafraid to deal with the fallout. That said he was in America now and somehow he was going to need to work out how to temper his... less favourable aspects, somehow.
That was just something he was going to have to deal with and move past.
Не буди́ ли́ха, пока́ спит ти́хо