Feb 27, 2015
❝ Would I live to see.. the sunset tomorrow? ❞
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❝ Would I live to see.. the sunset tomorrow? ❞
call me and i’ll come.
........ It's gettin' a little lonely out here.
I'm baaaaaack!
If anyone wants to get an rp going, shoot me a message, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
Damn, I've been gone a while. I'm sooo sorry for that! I'm not sure how often I'll sign on, but if anyone wants to do something, shoot me a message. I'll get back to you as soon as I can. :3
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Don couldn't believe it. He was back "home", back in his beloved country. A year ago the prospects of returning to the U.S., much less home, were dim. So much pain and death that his company had endured but now they were away from all that. He couldn't say he was completely free. The thoughts of friends dying or getting wounded would haunt him for the rest of his life. He didn't need a doctor to tell him that.
He exited the train cart and set his bag down, glancing around the station and the people who brushed past him. An older gentleman with a limp walked by and nodded at Don. His eyes gleamed as they looked over his uniform. Don smiled softly and returned the nod. Picking up his bag, he then walked toward the exit, searching for a taxi. It seemed he wasn't the only one. A line had formed along the sidewalk. He put his finger and thumb to his mouth and whistled at an approaching cab. It skidded to a stop, nearly climbing over the sidewalk and startling the other people.
"Shit. Damn maniac," he cursed under his breath. As if war hadn't been enough. Death by a crazy taxi, that's all he needed. He opened the door and tossed his bag in. Before he could climb in he heard someone shouting his name, asking - well, more like demanding - that he wait for him.
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