[ He wouldn't look too different than when Max had seen him last. Instead of the white undershirt that was a size too small for his frame, Shadow had on a dark solid color t-shirt that didn't fit him so snug. He still had his leather jacket on over the shirt and jeans he wore.
Shadow was a good bit cleaner, freshly showered. His head was nearly bald with how low he cut his hair. There was more hair on his face than his head. The beard on his face wasn't very long but more obvious than the hair on his head. The wound she had patched up on the back of his neck was nearly healed but not easily seen with the leather jacket he had on.
It wasn't long after Max told him it was a good time to visit that he came and knocked on her door. ] It's me. --Shadow.
[ she doesn't look that different either, aside from significantly cleaner and maybe slightly more rested. deerington has only proven itself to be slightly less dangerous than rapture as far as she's concerned, but at least there aren't people trying to attack her whenever she turns a corner here.
she comes to the door shortly after he knocks, hair loose and still damp from her own shower and feet bare. he'd come before she'd had a chance to find her gloves, but so far that hasn't been an issue when she's been in her own apartment. they may end up looking a little odd with the black tank and dark red sweats she's wearing, but it's not as if she'd been expecting company before she'd received his text. ]
Hey. Come on in. [ she steps aside so he can do that, shutting and securing the door once he's inside. ] I don't have much to offer except water.
That's okay. Not hungry or thirsty. Ate a little while ago. Haven't met anyone who said the basket is a trap so I finally caved the other day. Now I'm trying to make sure nothing goes to waste...
[ Shadow talked while he walked, stepping in and waiting for Max to lead the way. His hands were casually half in the front pockets of his jeans. He tried not to stare but his eyes did linger a little longer than usual, ascertaining her state. ]
Sure you're up for company? [ It was obvious he'd caught her just after a shower. Shadow didn't want to impose. ]
Yeah, I did too. [ the jar of cherries is set up by the sink in the kitchen and the rest of the basket is set on the table. she hasn't gone through much of it yet aside from the stuff that already belonged to her, which are still things she hasn't seen in a while. courteous of this place to offer her items from home when she's doubtful she'll ever be there again. ]
You wouldn't be here if I weren't. [ she grabs the bike gloves from her messenger bag and pulls them on before joining him back in the living room and nods to the couch in the center of the room. ] You can sit. Sorry, things are kind of barren. I haven't really felt like decorating the place.
[ He watched her with an arched brow as she put on gloves before heading to her couch as Max offered. Shadow didn't comment on her attire, recalling vividly what she looked like after touching his coin. He understood her desire to have on the gloves than chance going through anything like that again ...although he wasn't sure what she might touch in the barren space. Maybe she intended on checking his wound. ]
My place isn't any different. [ Shadow took off his jacket and draped it over the side of the sofa he was going to sit next to before finally sitting. ] At least anyone who came from Rapture isn't going to trust this setting any time soon.
[ she does, actually, but won't quite yet. first she'll come to sit by him on the sofa. ]
Thing I don't get are the people who went from here to there and back who do. [ although she knows that's not necessarily fair. everyone has their own coping mechanisms when trapped in a bad situation. ] Although they did end up bringing my motorcycle here, so that's one point in this place's column.
Did you really? [ He commented, impressed. ] All I got were books.
[ And his clothes. After Rapture, Shadow was never more happy for fresh underwear. That was a luxury that even prison provided. ]
Have you met anyone with any idea what this is all about?
[ Shadow had yet to stop believing that this was the work of the gods regardless that one told him otherwise. Just as Max had said, Technical Boy had been taken to Rapture and back to Deerington as if nothing. ]
Yeah? [ she smiles; max doesn’t get much opportunity for reading herself but she likes doing it when she has the chance. ] What were they?
[ at his question, she shakes her head. ] No. Ran into someone else who wasn’t here before ending up there and another who’d been here a while, but didn’t seem to think we’d be getting out of there.
[ wow that’s a whole lot of non-specific words. she sits up, peering around him (sort of) to get a view of the bandage. ] How’s that been healing up?
Invisible Man, A Tale of Two Cities, Of Mice and Men. [ He answered casually although interested to see if she’d read any of them. They were classics for the most part. All penned before he was even a twinkle in his father’s one eye.
They were onto the subject of getting any insight on Deerington and Shadow sat quietly introspective for a moment until Max asked about the wound on his neck. He shifted so she could look at it. ]
[ not all of them. a tale of two cities and of mice and men had been covered briefly in their adaptation lessons when she was younger, before the escape. they probably regretted having them read the former. ]
Interesting choices. [ considering the place would likely prefer that they adapt instead of revolt, too. but back to checking out his wound.
she comes around to stand (well, kneel) behind him, careful as she pulls the back of his shirt down. her fingertips carefully splay over the wound, which looks to be healing quite well, considering what she'd had to pull out of it. enough of his skin is exposed to see his tattoo - in a similar spot to hers, though hers is a lot smaller and less intricate. ]
It looks good. [ she leans in a little closer, her hand staying in place as she gets a better look. ] Have you seen your tattoo yet?
Not gonna lie... It feels almost like my mom made sure that I had them. It’s not that they were favorites—-I mean, we did appreciate the stories, they just weren’t necessarily feel good material. Seems fitting for here. How to deal, that kind of thing.
[ Shadow still wasn’t sure if Max knew the books but it didn’t matter.
She went to look at the bug inflicted injury and made him think. ]
No. Mirrors and light were for shit in Rapture. Forgot to look at it while here. It’s the face of a deer, right?
[ she does, but doesn't really have attachments to them aside from knowing they're classics and the general themes of the stories. she 'hms' quietly in response, still a little distracted by the tattoo, gloved fingertips still splayed over his skin. ]
All I can make out with your shirt still on are the tops of the antlers. It's pretty big.
[ which feels like an understatement, but she doesn't want to freak him out. ]
Need me to bring anything? We've got a few supplies you might be able to make use of.
[ share and share alike, it's how the transgenic railroad and the mutant underground have been helping one another out, limited as both their resources are. offering up what they can when they can and where they can the best way to see that both groups get by in their all too similar fight for survival while dreaming of a better tomorrow, a future where they no longer have to live life on the run. ]
i think i'm good for now, but thanks. anything bigger than groceries i'll need to check on but we can go over than when you don't have a hangover or possible concussion.
well, fortunately no new disasters popped up between last night and this morning.
coffee's ready by the way.
[ when he makes his way to her place he'll find the door open (not something she does typically, even in here, but the morning's been fairly quiet so far and she can handle whoever else would try busting in) and her in the tiny kitchen, trying to find a second mug and accouterments that'll make the coffee palatable.
(she was exaggerating before, but only slightly - since she doesn't need the caffeine she prefers her coffee strong and usually heavily sweetened.) ]
[ it's a slow trudge from westlake apartments to max's place, but by some miracle, marcos manages to make it in one piece with the added bonus of not falling flat on his face once — thank god for small victories. ]
Hey. [ a beat, then: ] It's me. [ in case it wasn't obvious. ]
[ presence announced, marcos then crosses through the threshold with sluggish steps, knuckling his eye with a fist as he rounds the corner to find max. he doesn't exactly look put together, what with his dishevelled hair and wrinkled t-shirt, but at least he's up and moving, which has got to count for something, right? okay, fine, so he's a mess, but life hasn't exactly been the kindest to him lately, so he's hoping he'll get cut some slack. ]
Sorry I'm late. Is it still warm? I can heat it up if not.
[ she could hear him approaching when he was a few feet from the door, and yeah, it's sluggish enough for her to be concerned about it. not that she wasn't before, but usually if someone's concussed they're less capable of texting and moving than he'd proven to be. she crosses the kitchen over to him in a few steps, moving some of his hair out of his face to get a look at his pupils, the intimacy of the gesture not really occurring to her in the moment.
they look normal. okay, hungover then. she visibly relaxes, then seems to realize how she's touching him and draws her hand back. ]
It should be okay, unless you prefer your coffee scalding. [ she turns back to find said coffee and the mugs, pouring his out first. ] Milk, sugar, and whatever else you might want are on the table.
[ if marcos minds, he doesn't show any signs of it. if their situations were reversed, he'd likely be doing the same thing, so still he stays, letting max make her assessment and look him over. one corner of his mouth pulling upwards as she draws back her hand, as if to say, it's alright. ]
It smells great.
[ leaving to let her finish up, he turns towards the table, tossing back a couple of advil, then washing the pills down with the water provided, adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. he then turns back to max, a few fingers scratching at his beard. ]
Hey, uh. Thanks again for this. You didn't have to.
[ not just anyone would give up their day to do this. ]
i like the outfit in this icon and the last one a lot can you tell
[ there's a little curve of her own mouth before she turns away to prepare his coffee and it's not entirely gone when she returns to him with two mugs and hands one off to him. ]
Don't worry, it's not like they were expecting me at Jam Pony. [ and honestly, even if she were still working there, she had about a dozen running excuses for not showing up or showing up late half the time. terminal city holds the majority of her attention these days, but alec's got the minor details covered for now and it's not as if she's unreachable if there does end up being a crisis. ] Besides, I'm intent on holding you to going over supplies when I'm sure it's a hangover and not a concussion.
[ now the curve of her mouth is more of a playful smirk. ]
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[ He wouldn't look too different than when Max had seen him last. Instead of the white undershirt that was a size too small for his frame, Shadow had on a dark solid color t-shirt that didn't fit him so snug. He still had his leather jacket on over the shirt and jeans he wore.
Shadow was a good bit cleaner, freshly showered. His head was nearly bald with how low he cut his hair. There was more hair on his face than his head. The beard on his face wasn't very long but more obvious than the hair on his head. The wound she had patched up on the back of his neck was nearly healed but not easily seen with the leather jacket he had on.
It wasn't long after Max told him it was a good time to visit that he came and knocked on her door. ] It's me. --Shadow.
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she comes to the door shortly after he knocks, hair loose and still damp from her own shower and feet bare. he'd come before she'd had a chance to find her gloves, but so far that hasn't been an issue when she's been in her own apartment. they may end up looking a little odd with the black tank and dark red sweats she's wearing, but it's not as if she'd been expecting company before she'd received his text. ]
Hey. Come on in. [ she steps aside so he can do that, shutting and securing the door once he's inside. ] I don't have much to offer except water.
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[ Shadow talked while he walked, stepping in and waiting for Max to lead the way. His hands were casually half in the front pockets of his jeans. He tried not to stare but his eyes did linger a little longer than usual, ascertaining her state. ]
Sure you're up for company? [ It was obvious he'd caught her just after a shower. Shadow didn't want to impose. ]
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You wouldn't be here if I weren't. [ she grabs the bike gloves from her messenger bag and pulls them on before joining him back in the living room and nods to the couch in the center of the room. ] You can sit. Sorry, things are kind of barren. I haven't really felt like decorating the place.
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My place isn't any different. [ Shadow took off his jacket and draped it over the side of the sofa he was going to sit next to before finally sitting. ] At least anyone who came from Rapture isn't going to trust this setting any time soon.
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Thing I don't get are the people who went from here to there and back who do. [ although she knows that's not necessarily fair. everyone has their own coping mechanisms when trapped in a bad situation. ] Although they did end up bringing my motorcycle here, so that's one point in this place's column.
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[ And his clothes. After Rapture, Shadow was never more happy for fresh underwear. That was a luxury that even prison provided. ]
Have you met anyone with any idea what this is all about?
[ Shadow had yet to stop believing that this was the work of the gods regardless that one told him otherwise. Just as Max had said, Technical Boy had been taken to Rapture and back to Deerington as if nothing. ]
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[ at his question, she shakes her head. ] No. Ran into someone else who wasn’t here before ending up there and another who’d been here a while, but didn’t seem to think we’d be getting out of there.
[ wow that’s a whole lot of non-specific words. she sits up, peering around him (sort of) to get a view of the bandage. ] How’s that been healing up?
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They were onto the subject of getting any insight on Deerington and Shadow sat quietly introspective for a moment until Max asked about the wound on his neck. He shifted so she could look at it. ]
I think it’s mostly healed.
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Interesting choices. [ considering the place would likely prefer that they adapt instead of revolt, too. but back to checking out his wound.
she comes around to stand (well, kneel) behind him, careful as she pulls the back of his shirt down. her fingertips carefully splay over the wound, which looks to be healing quite well, considering what she'd had to pull out of it. enough of his skin is exposed to see his tattoo - in a similar spot to hers, though hers is a lot smaller and less intricate. ]
It looks good. [ she leans in a little closer, her hand staying in place as she gets a better look. ] Have you seen your tattoo yet?
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[ Shadow still wasn’t sure if Max knew the books but it didn’t matter.
She went to look at the bug inflicted injury and made him think. ]
No. Mirrors and light were for shit in Rapture. Forgot to look at it while here. It’s the face of a deer, right?
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All I can make out with your shirt still on are the tops of the antlers. It's pretty big.
[ which feels like an understatement, but she doesn't want to freak him out. ]
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Need me to bring anything? We've got a few supplies you might be able to make use of.
[ share and share alike, it's how the transgenic railroad and the mutant underground have been helping one another out, limited as both their resources are. offering up what they can when they can and where they can the best way to see that both groups get by in their all too similar fight for survival while dreaming of a better tomorrow, a future where they no longer have to live life on the run. ]
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I thought you'd be calling me an idiot.
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well, fortunately no new disasters popped up between last night and this morning.
coffee's ready by the way.
[ when he makes his way to her place he'll find the door open (not something she does typically, even in here, but the morning's been fairly quiet so far and she can handle whoever else would try busting in) and her in the tiny kitchen, trying to find a second mug and accouterments that'll make the coffee palatable.
(she was exaggerating before, but only slightly - since she doesn't need the caffeine she prefers her coffee strong and usually heavily sweetened.) ]
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[ it's a slow trudge from westlake apartments to max's place, but by some miracle, marcos manages to make it in one piece with the added bonus of not falling flat on his face once — thank god for small victories. ]
Hey. [ a beat, then: ] It's me. [ in case it wasn't obvious. ]
[ presence announced, marcos then crosses through the threshold with sluggish steps, knuckling his eye with a fist as he rounds the corner to find max. he doesn't exactly look put together, what with his dishevelled hair and wrinkled t-shirt, but at least he's up and moving, which has got to count for something, right? okay, fine, so he's a mess, but life hasn't exactly been the kindest to him lately, so he's hoping he'll get cut some slack. ]
Sorry I'm late. Is it still warm? I can heat it up if not.
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they look normal. okay, hungover then. she visibly relaxes, then seems to realize how she's touching him and draws her hand back. ]
It should be okay, unless you prefer your coffee scalding. [ she turns back to find said coffee and the mugs, pouring his out first. ] Milk, sugar, and whatever else you might want are on the table.
[ including water and advil. ]
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It smells great.
[ leaving to let her finish up, he turns towards the table, tossing back a couple of advil, then washing the pills down with the water provided, adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. he then turns back to max, a few fingers scratching at his beard. ]
Hey, uh. Thanks again for this. You didn't have to.
[ not just anyone would give up their day to do this. ]
i like the outfit in this icon and the last one a lot can you tell
Don't worry, it's not like they were expecting me at Jam Pony. [ and honestly, even if she were still working there, she had about a dozen running excuses for not showing up or showing up late half the time. terminal city holds the majority of her attention these days, but alec's got the minor details covered for now and it's not as if she's unreachable if there does end up being a crisis. ] Besides, I'm intent on holding you to going over supplies when I'm sure it's a hangover and not a concussion.
[ now the curve of her mouth is more of a playful smirk. ]
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