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capeandcowllogs2009-01-11 10:53 pm
deadthenred) wrote in capeandcowllogs2009-01-11 10:53 pm
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Lateish log is lateish.
WHO: Kate (Hawkeye) and Bucky (Who uses that stupid name for everything)
WHERE: The movies
WHEN: Sunday evening
SUMMARY: They go to the movies, look over there modern technology
WARNINGS: None.
FORMAT: Paragraph
He knew the pictures these days were all in color, and that serials didn't play through the radio, but that was about the extent of it. There was a nice breeze going; it caught at the ends of Bucky's hair as he made his way towards the meeting place they'd agreed upon. It wasn't quite night yet, so the sky still a bit of color left. He waited, arms crossed, leaning against a signpost. The heels of his shoes pressed neatly against the pavement, the extra money he got off that Near kid folded up in his back pocket.
Bucky had no idea what he was getting into, but he sort of preferred it that way.
WHERE: The movies
WHEN: Sunday evening
SUMMARY: They go to the movies, look over there modern technology
WARNINGS: None.
FORMAT: Paragraph
He knew the pictures these days were all in color, and that serials didn't play through the radio, but that was about the extent of it. There was a nice breeze going; it caught at the ends of Bucky's hair as he made his way towards the meeting place they'd agreed upon. It wasn't quite night yet, so the sky still a bit of color left. He waited, arms crossed, leaning against a signpost. The heels of his shoes pressed neatly against the pavement, the extra money he got off that Near kid folded up in his back pocket.
Bucky had no idea what he was getting into, but he sort of preferred it that way.
what is this, Alex? a life? i'm disappointed.
It felt odd, knowing she was going to something as banal as the movies with Bucky of all people. When she'd found out he hadn't seen a movie--a real movie, in the cinema--since the nineteen-forties, however, there hadn't really been much of an alternative. Movies weren't just in Cinecolor anymore, after all. She'd decided they would be seeing something ridiculously action-packed to get Bucky started on the new century. If anyone could deal with being thrown headfirst into the deep end, it was him, after all.
It was snowing still, so each fat flake looked vaguely orange in the streetlights. The light was dim as it only ever was at twilight, but he was so easy to make out that it didn't matter: the only young person there not artistically slouched, standing perfectly straight despite the wind. She found herself smiling. "Bucky! Hey!"
yeaaah sorry~
"Hi. Hello." He lifted his left hand up in something that wasn't quite a wave. Jeez, it was getting cold, maybe he ought to have brought gloves. At least lately the rain had stopped.
"Kate, right?" He kept talking without waiting for her to answer. "Which movie are we gonna see? Nah, on second thought don't answer that-- the popcorn's probably still the best part."
Re: yeaaah sorry~
Kate rolled her eyes. What a gentleman. "Glad to know you've got good expectations...and yeah, it's Kate. Bucky's fine, right?" It wasn't as if anyone in the City would care, even if it did sound old-fashioned. Still, it would be good to know if he had a preference.
She looked at his bared fingers with an arched brow. "You should cover up more, at your age. The elderly catch colds so quickly." She grinned, her smile peeking above her scarf. She stepped backwards from him playfully and moved towards the theater, just down the street.
Re: yeaaah sorry~
"What else would anyone call me?" It was true-- no one ever called him James, not since his dad died. Well, maybe Becky every now and then, but she was even further off than usual now, wasn't she? Anyway, he wasn't owning up to that name until someone made him.
"And I don't need gloves, I'm not a lady. But it's nice you're starting right out with the age jokes, 'cause most people run out of them pretty quick."
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"Oh, well excuse me, Chuck Norris. And making fun of your age will never stop being funny."
They entered the theater and she went directly to the ticket counter, asking for two tickets and pulling out a bill to pay.
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"Yeah, yeah, we'll see how long you can keep it up before it gets old. And look, I'm handing that one to you like gravy."
And boy, ten dollars? There was a lot wrong with the world, but Bucky was pretty sure even Mussolini didn't charge ten whole dollars at the cinemas. How much was popcorn supposed to cost?
except Mussolini's cinema sucked, Bucky
She handed him his ticket. "Here, hold onto this...five, ten...okay, I think we're good for concessions." She tucks her wallet closed again. "Educate me: did they have real butter on popcorn in the thirties?"
LATE REPLY IS LATE, sooo sorry ++ do you think he actually saw it?? that would be treason!!
"'Course. What else would they put on it? Sugar's for the Frogs." He sighed, moving into the line. "But for that price they ought to've upgraded us to liquid gold."
rofl I totally thought you forgot ++ only to heckle it mercilessly
She paused for a moment, wondering, before she spoke again. "You do know the war's been over for a long time where I come from, right? And 'Buck' makes you sound like a hunting trophy." Bucky it was, then.
She rolled her eyes at his blatant nationalism. Bucky, your wartime is showing. "What they put on popcorn now they call 'butter', but it's more like canola oil or something." Real butter sounded divine; maybe a few things were actually better back then. "And ten dollars for tickets is hardly expensive; ever heard of inflation?"
no, my internet was just shoddy, thx "upgrade"
"We sell popcorn at my work, you know. And you get a lot more for a lot less." He paused a second to consider. "But I don't think it has butter on it either. Never tried it."
a million years later...