October 11, ActionpugilistinpinkOctober 12 2011, 01:58:45 UTC
[What is a fellow to do after visiting the barracks and pounding viciously at heavy canvas punching bags halfway to unconsciousness? Well, he should probably shower - - and thankfully, Mac does, because his intentions are to visit Mr. Anthony on a whim; it sure was nice of the man to extend that little informal invitation to drop in. After calling to ensure his sudden appearance wouldn't be an inconvenience, he seeks out House 32, which turns out to be much closer to his community residence than he had realized.
Well, here he is, knocking on the door and waiting expectantly. Sure, conversations over the journal are pleasant and interesting, but he prefers face-to-face interaction - it is simply what he is more accustomed with.]
October 11, ActionpugilistinpinkOctober 13 2011, 21:35:05 UTC
[Mac steps forward and into the house a little awkwardly, looking about the unfamiliar surroundings while wearing a mild smile. He stops not far from the threshold, contemplating the questions. Probably should take off his shoes, too - he'll get to that in a second. ] Uh... actually, yeah. Y'got any pop or somethin'? Like, root beer?
October 11, ActionwinksandnodsOctober 15 2011, 02:19:31 UTC
[...Pop?]
I'm afraid I don't think so. Water? Tea? Coffee? [Their supplies are still very limited. They haven't quite gone exploring in the supermarket just yet.]
27th, afternoon - or 28, morning?pugilistinpinkOctober 28 2011, 06:53:10 UTC
[It hasn’t sat well with him at all that, only a few days ago, he had been intent on beating Anthony - beating anyone, really - senseless for so much as looking in his direction. But between waking every morning to see the moon drawing ever-closer (and being distracted by a burgeoning sense of anxiety,) and finding himself wrapped up in the feelings and concerns of some other people, it has taken him a while to crack open that journal and to do more than just stare at that list of contacts indecisively
( ... )
[Guy and Kim had put up some fuss about the blood and bruises.
However, they'd both been pacified enough by talk of the masks and reminder that Anthony had, in fact, dealt with worse before. One young man-- even trained-- wasn't three men with an actual vendetta. Especially since Anthony would have very quickly pegged Mac as the type of youth without a malicious bone in his body.
Word about the masks, though, travelled quickly enough.
When he notices the name in the journal, he responds.]
Mac.
[He's... almost curious. Still of the mind to fight? He can't be sure. But at least there's distance between them if that's the case.]
[He feels a strange, sharp twist of his insides at the voice. He wasn’t a coward, he reminds himself; a real man found the courage to own up to his mistakes.] Listen... uh...
[Swallowing, he wills himself to press on after a moment.] About… about what happened a couple days ago... m’real sorry. I was a jerk an' a bully. I didn't mean t'do any a' that t'you ... I wasn’t myself… but that don’ make what I did any less wrong. [Even a deep breath feels shallow. I would a’ talked to y’sooner, I should a', but… I didn't- -I was… [He peters off helplessly.]
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Well, here he is, knocking on the door and waiting expectantly. Sure, conversations over the journal are pleasant and interesting, but he prefers face-to-face interaction - it is simply what he is more accustomed with.]
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Good afternoon. Come in, come in.
Can I get you anything to eat? Drink?
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I'm afraid I don't think so. Water? Tea? Coffee? [Their supplies are still very limited. They haven't quite gone exploring in the supermarket just yet.]
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Anthony.
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[He has the Journal out, reading entires.]
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[He sighs, glancing into the hallway discreetly. He doesn't want Guy to know about this.]
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[A beat.]
And close the door.
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However, they'd both been pacified enough by talk of the masks and reminder that Anthony had, in fact, dealt with worse before. One young man-- even trained-- wasn't three men with an actual vendetta. Especially since Anthony would have very quickly pegged Mac as the type of youth without a malicious bone in his body.
Word about the masks, though, travelled quickly enough.
When he notices the name in the journal, he responds.]
Mac.
[He's... almost curious. Still of the mind to fight? He can't be sure. But at least there's distance between them if that's the case.]
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[Swallowing, he wills himself to press on after a moment.] About… about what happened a couple days ago... m’real sorry. I was a jerk an' a bully. I didn't mean t'do any a' that t'you ... I wasn’t myself… but that don’ make what I did any less wrong. [Even a deep breath feels shallow. I would a’ talked to y’sooner, I should a', but… I didn't- -I was… [He peters off helplessly.]
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[Which isn't to say the blows didn't still smart. But the mask had to be considered as well as the unnatural climate of this entire place.
It was something to be watched. Certainly.]
Apology accepted, of course. No hard feelings.
[Just very sore spots. But that need not be mentioned.]
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( Christmas-related things!)
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