bleak_midwinter | 1st race

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[Tommy walks the halls as if they belong ti him- it's not too strange, since they often did, back home. He walks as if's surrounded by hard men with razors stitched into their hats, with guns in their hands. It's easy to take offense to, but he'll be quick to reassure if anyone does.

He visits the Deck first, to smoke and to let it sink in where he is. After that, he makes the rounds, exploring: the dining hall for a good meal, the bar for some whiskey (Irish; always), the engine room. He spends a considerable amount of time in the common rooms, too, trying to figure out the TV's.

At night he's back on the deck, as high as he can go, as different as scene from his dreams as the Barge can provide.]

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[He's been on the ship for a full day before he announces himself. You might have seen him, or you might not have; for all he moves as if he owns the halls, his suit is drab enough that he can blend in when he wants.

He's in his kitchen now; there are patterned tiles, an old-fashioned wood stove, a china cabinet. It's cozy, if outdated for most of the Barge's inhabitants. Without his hat on, Tommy's eyes are a clear, penetrating blue. His voice is low, with a strong Birmingham accent. He's smoking, and it's obscuring his face in the already low lighting from the oil lamp on the table.]

From what I can tell, this place is all about 'forgiveness'. Not forgetting, but forgiving-- inmates and wardens alike. How long should forgiveness take? Are there things you could never forgive? People you'll always forgive?

Has your opinion changed, since you've been here?

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bleak_midwinter

[he twitches a small smile-- that was surprisingly easy. Nice, really.]

Thank you.

Your name...?

chillestrogue

'Captain Cold.' Just Cold for short.

[Not like he actually earned the title part of it]

Sergeant Major Thomas Shelby. Tommy'll do fine.

[As far as he knows, the title is real- and he'll respect it until proven otherwise.]

Nice to meet you, Tommy. Hope you're settling in?

Oh, I'm alright. I have my own house and everything. Wasn't expecting to be quite so similar, but here we are.

You mean your own cabin.

Looks like my house, though with far fewer people in it.

Well, that just doesn't seem spacially accurate.

It doesn't. But me bedroom's upstairs, and the rest of the house seems accounted for as well.

I feel I ought to be jealous in some way. Mine's not nearly as big or well-furnished.

Well. [He resettles, gestures with one hand.]

All the more reason to become a warden, I suppose.

Can't argue with that kind of benefits package.

And all you have to do in exchange is graduate an inmate. Sounds too good to be true. Free room and board for as long as it takes, nice vacation through the stars..

You think there's a catch. [Well, so does Tommy. But it had been good enough an offer to risk it.]

I think there's a couple of them, including ones not yet identified.

Well, no other way to find out, I suppose.

Hope you're not gambling a lot by being here. Some of these wardens I've heard have their entire lives hinged on these deals.

Is this the part where I tell you what my deal is? [Wide-eyed an innocent is not something that works on him for too long.]

Only if you want to.

Then, unfortunately, it's not that part.

[It's nothing world-changing, but it's intensely personal.]

It's fine. I don't take it personally.

Good. You shouldn't.

It was good to meet you, Captain. I'm sure we'll see each other around.

Nice meeting you too.