Millions Like Us // Peter

[Genevieve Mae Willis]

Date: July 23, 1943
Location: The entertainment district, London
Time: A bit past noon

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These "day trips" were a normal occurrence for the Field Medic. When she was not tied up in tending to wounded soldiers on the calm military base back in the countryside, or risking her life and limb on the battlefield removing bullet holes- Genny took the earliest train to London or other nearby cities and townships. Today there was a quiet patch in activity, so her resources were not needed. It were these few moments that she cherished; she was able to spend her time and money on enjoying the new culture and not worry about dodging shrapnel or other harmful objects. Her mind was more "at ease" than on the high excitement of the front lines.

She never had an idea where she was going during days like this. Genny would normally spend her twenty-five pounds on food and maybe some trinkets but today she decided to find a theatre to catch up on pop culture- that is... if she could even find the nearest one.

"Excuse me, do you know where the nearest theater is?"

The medic never bothered in thinking too hard on who to approach, just anyone who was willing to share helpful information was a great asset. Perhaps being shy or nervous was never woven in her blood. Occasionally she was met with directions that were too confusing to follow through with, other times they would believe that she was some kind of civilian who should have known every nook and cranny of the expansive city. Perhaps it was the fact that she was not in uniform and how her Canadian accent was not too pronounced. Deciding to give it one last go, Genny noticed a man to himself a few paces away. Wearing a bright smile, the medic gingerly approached the male so he would not be startled.

"Excuse me, hi- I am looking for the nearest theater? Can you help me?"

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ooc; sorry for the short length. also i didn't know whether your character is in his uniform or civilian clothing so i left that option open. but genny is in her civilian clothing that look this.

[✚ Peter T. Brannigan]

Peter stood quietly, just observing the general public of people as they passed on by, it was therapeutic to just stand-still and watch the world go by; even amongst the rubble and tyranny of the German war machine's recent bombing raids, people still continued about their daily business and life, as they say, life just went on and the people of London strongly embedded that slogan in their hearts.

Running his hands down his suit jacket, Peter wore his general civilian clothing, adorned with a black hat he wore atop of his head. It was good to get out of the combat fatigues for a while, although recently he'd been serving in local medical outposts in strategic military airfields, dealing with the most recent wounded frontline soldiers flown back to England. Suffice to say, this short leave of absence was the only rest bite he was likely to get for a while and he honestly didn't know what to do with himself - he quite literally just found himself standing idly, watching the world go by. Perhaps it was just nice to not have to do anything for once...

A voice - a female voice - caught his attention as it grew louder, piercing the world of his bubble as he snapped out of his daydream, slowly turning his head to look upon a quite dazzling young lady. She bespoke of the theater? It took Peter a moment to process what was being said, as he stood there staring at her for a few seconds, before realising what was being asked of him. "Oh..." he unconsciously slipped out, looking from her to the street ahead momentarily to where she needed to go for the theater. "I... Well, I'm sorry to inform you, but the nearest theater" by now Peter pointed down the road to where he had glanced "Well, a few nights ago it was hit by a bomb during one of the raids; I believe they're still clearing the rubble out - sorry" he apologised after, having only known about the theater himself when he thought he'd visit it himself, but was cordially informed by one of the local Military Wardens of it's tragic fate. Although the building wasn't completely obliterated, it was inhabitable and there weren't going to be any showings or plays for a while until it could be rebuilt.

Looking to the young lady he sighed to himself, feeling as though he'd let her down, even though it wasn't his fault. Perhaps Peter had delivered enough bad news in his lifetime thus far, being a doctor and combat medic had it's burdens, delivering bad news was one of them he'd never grow accustom too.

"My name's Peter by the way..." he anxiously introduced himself, leaving the doctor title out of the introduction, it'd been a while since he'd been casual with a female and Peter wasn't the most confident of the bunch at the best of times. "And you are?" he asked politely, as he extended his hand to receive her own.