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
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[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.]
[Mac slowly and carefully lets out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding, feeling some measure of relief wash over him as his shoulders drop - and yet, it doesn’t entirely feel right. It will be a little while longer, at least, until he can forgive himself.]
Thanks, Mr.Anthony. I... I appreciate it. [Another pause.] I know y'said things 'tween you an' I's okay... but, is there somethin' I can do? Like... t'make it up t'you? [He is aware he didn't pull any punches.]
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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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Thanks, Mr.Anthony. I... I appreciate it. [Another pause.] I know y'said things 'tween you an' I's okay... but, is there somethin' I can do? Like... t'make it up t'you? [He is aware he didn't pull any punches.]
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