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terrigenjunky in thespiderslogs

And I ran, I ran all night and day.

Oct 08, 2009 02:04

WHO: Peter Magnus (terrigenjunky), Roxas (bitchykid)
WHERE: The 110th Street Station, East side, down to 86th Street or so.
DATE: October 8th
SUMMARY: Peter and Roxas go for a jog around the park.
STATUS: Closed and as of yet, incomplete.

( Couldn't get away. )

pietro maximoff, roxas

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oh my god when did that get so long? D: sorry bitchykid October 8 2009, 20:29:06 UTC

My new home--(I could use that word now, the tenement wasn't just a place where I slept, it was where I ate and where I learned and where Nate was and where 'my' 'patients' were and even though all the spaces were shared, they were still mine and I... was happy to call it home)--was farther out from the warehouses than the boardinghouse had been. I didn't find the city difficult to navigate, it was predictable enough, laid out over square blocks of space. As long as I knew the general direction, I'd get there eventually, but over the past few weeks I had slowly been learning the fastest routes back into the city and the neighborhoods I was familiar with for work ( ... )

It's fine! :D tl;dr is good, I live for it. terrigenjunky October 9 2009, 04:59:46 UTC

Ten minutes stretched into twenty and I began to think that I may have been stood up. On another day, I might have simply left, but this meeting was rather delicate. It was entirely plausible that Roxas might have simply passed me by without either of us even realizing it. Such was the morning commuter traffic.

Finally, I spotted a slight, vaguely shifty looking kid approaching my corner of the rail. He might have been a touch older than I'd thought, but it was difficult to really tell. Ages were next to meaningless anyway, so I figured there was little point in dwelling on it.

Extending my hand as if to shake his, I stepped forward. "Roxas, isn't it? It's lovely to finally meet you."

Well, if I was mistaken, then that was that. Social faux-pas were something else I didn't like to dwell upon.

bitchykid October 9 2009, 13:41:53 UTC

I hadn't really expected him to take to me so easily. I'd expected having to breach the subject, explain who I was and maybe then he would hold out his hand, or not. It wasn't like I wanted to do it that way, I didn't enjoy the awkward social finagling that came with meeting people, from the journal or not. It was all wasteful, tedious ritual.

I stared up at him for a moment, taking in features with open curiosity. In the back of my mind, I tried to remember which name I had actually given him the first time, but couldn't call it up.

"Yeah," I agreed then, knowing I should answer before he thought I didn't know who he meant. I stood hesitating a moment longer over shaking on that greeting, but finally convinced myself to. "It's... nice to meet you too, Peter." It was an easy platitude to put forth because it was true.

terrigenjunky October 10 2009, 08:10:01 UTC

Perhaps my lack of social intimidation was one of the few positive things I could attribute to my father. From as far back as I could remember, my sister and I were toted around to various gatherings. I though it was good sport back then, getting to meet all of his police buddies. Nevertheless, being a convenient prop in his circus had taught me how to shake hands and make introductions with virtually anyone. I suppose I should be grateful, to some degree ( ... )

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