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Anatoly Sergievsky is a doctor not a chess player ([info]haventwonatall) wrote in [info]wariscoming,
@ 2011-06-23 16:31:00

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Entry tags:anatoly sergievsky, elle bishop

Who: Anatoly and Elle
What: Anatoly is wandering and thinking.
When: Right now!
Where: Just outside the complex for starters
Warnings: TBA



This world was incredibly strange to him. Technology was far beyond what it had been in his time. Then there was the fact he was in America. He had a lot to learn about this place. While he was largely a robot when it came to emotions, he would make sure his girls were safe from the demons and any other dangers this world posed. Inwardly, he was glad Svetlana and the girls were here. It meant he'd be able to know they were safe. He would make a point to visit with the girls as much as he could. Lord knew he had a lot to make up to them. He had much much more to make up to Svetlana, but he wasn't even sure where they stood now. They had been heading back to Russia when he'd ended up here, but they hadn't exactly talked anything out. It went without saying that she was still pissed at him for what happened at the chess tournament. But what she seemed to fail to realize was he'd won for her, for their family. He'd also won to finally get Molokov off of his case, beat him at his own game. Anatoly knew he could better protect people if he won.

Florence hadn't understood either. But he knew he could only really help her father if he'd won. He brought the wrath of Florence and Svetlana down on him for winning, but he had to settle for the hope that some day, somehow, they both would understand. If either of them ever really knew him, really understood him, they would eventually understand why he won. Anatoly wasn't always up front with his thoughts and feelings when they mattered most, well at least not anymore, so he wouldn't exactly come out and say it. He could only hope that since both women were here, they'd eventually understand.

Wanting to get a better grip on his surroundings, Anatoly left his room in the complex and made his way down to the main floor. It was still surprising to him that a place like this complex existed. Then again, in a world where refugees showed up without warning, it should be expected there was a place where they could all stay with no worry of paying. Not everyone had the same currency as America, and perhaps even some people that showed up had no money at all. Stepping out into the afternoon light, Anatoly glanced around. He was glad that he knew English, it would help him get around. First thing was first, where should he go? He could take a walk around the block, making note of the streets that ran around the complex. That way, he'd have a better chance of finding the complex if he walked far in the city and got lost. He could always ask for directions, he wasn't above that if he was lost. As he decided what to do, he stood there, looking up and down the street, taking note of the buildings across the street. In his thoughts, he wasn't really aware of anyone else coming in his direction.



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[info]elle_z_bishop
2011-07-08 01:32 am UTC (link)
“Mm!” Elle swung one of the glass doors to the food court open, leaning back so that it would be open for Anatoly, as well. She took in a deep breath of that air so many scents lingered in. It was wonderful. Even she couldn’t help but smile a little. The food court had to be both heaven and hell for binge eaters with all of the various types of cuisine it had to offer. She glanced back at Anatoly, smiling all the while.

“They have just about everything, here. Sandwiches, pizza, salad, egg rolls, and I’m pretty sure that place over there,” She pointed across the concourse. “Is Mongolian barbecue.” She rubbed her hands together like one does when it’s cold outside and your hands need warmed up. “There’s a sundae bar for ice cream lovers over there.” Elle nodded in the direction of the desert shop. Being surrounded by fast food goodies was distracting her from her original motive.

“You must be pretty smart.” She smiled, meaning to charm him with praise. “I only know English and un peu de Francais, really.” Elle gave a tiny shrug.

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