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Post by Max Tyros on Nov 12, 2016 6:12:31 GMT
| Crap, he was late! Max had spent too long waiting in line, uncomfortable as ever, surrounded by people and he could smell the blood pumping through their systems. It had been a couple of days since he had fed, but instead of partaking he had decided on an iced coffee. It wouldn’t do anything for his true Hunger, but at least it still tasted good. If there was one thing Max was addicted to, it was coffee.
Putting his change in his pocket, he pulled his phone out to double check the time. He still had a few minutes to spare – he would be able to get to the café on time. Then again, it might be sacrilege to bring an opposing company’s coffee into work…
He would have to drink it fast.
While looking at his phone, he wasn’t paying attention to where he was walking and the next thing he knew he had slammed into what had to be a brick wall. His iced coffee sloshed everywhere as it fell from his hand, and Max yelped as he bounced back onto his rear on the floor.
Blinking in shock for a moment, he realized there was a pair of legs in front of him. Slowly looking up, what little colour was actually in his face left as he realized the wall he had walked into was a man. A man he had just spilled his iced coffee all over…
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Post by Griffin Murdoch on Nov 13, 2016 23:25:41 GMT
Griffin had the rest of the afternoon off, which was a blessing in disguise. He chose to spend some of that free time browsing a shop at the mall where he could look at new pieces for his camera. He was no photographer, but whenever he did find something, or something came into the University that he found interesting and potentially worth looking back on...he took pictures. They needed to be crisp and clear, not fuzzy and out of focus. So naturally, he had a good camera on him, and with that came maintenance and lots and lots of lenses. Having just walked out of the small tech store, a few lenses neatly sealed away and packed into a shopping back, the archaeologist and self proclaimed history buff didn't think he needed anything else here, window shopping was dangerous for him. There were so many things that he liked and maybe THOUGHT he needed when in reality...he'd survive without it.
Not hurrying too quickly to get across the food court area – a place he would no doubt stop and grab a snack or a drink – Griffin brought his eyes upwards a bit, looking towards the ceiling for a second as he had once noticed that there was clear space ahead of him, he wasn't going to run himself into a table or a rail, nothing like that, but in a half second...all of those believes had been shot down. Green eyes shot down and it was too late before he had collided – and quite hard – with another being. That wasn't the biggest thing he noticed in the end, it was the cold and wet sensation that ended up down most of the front of his shirt, some on his pants, and a little even splattering its way onto his face as he stumbled back a few steps, but not flopping to the ground like the younger man had.
'Coffee...' He could tell by the smell, and he was already starting to feel a little sticky.
Using his less tainted-with-coffee sleeve, Griffin wiped at his face before his eyes shot downwards to the floor at the mess of coffee he was standing in and that had spilled off to the side as well. Ultimately he looked towards the teenager that had successfully soaked him in a cold beverage. Well...there were worse things. Noticing the young man's rather paled expression, no doubt Griffin would have been embarrassed too. He was just thankful that nothing had gotten on or in the bag carrying the camera lenses! That would have been only a little heart breaking, but they were also sealed up and packaged nicely as well. This...wasn't that big of a deal, there were countless times when Griffin had ended up with food or drink all over him, and sometimes it was his own doing as well. This just meant he'd need to go home and change before going elsewhere, unless he wanted to radiate that smell of iced coffee everywhere...and look as if he'd pissed his pants. “Well...at least it wasn't hot coffee, I'll give you that,” He added a little amusement to his tone, if only to project that there were no hard feelings...not really. “Are you okay? You look as if you've seen a ghost...” He asked towards the teen, eyes occasionally glancing down to his attire as well as the mess on the ground, but ultimately he kept his attention on his coffee attacker.
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Post by Max Tyros on Nov 14, 2016 19:41:44 GMT
| Max couldn’t believe that he had walked into another person! He normally paid closer attention than that, but he had been so lost in thought that he had tuned out everything around him. Sprawled rather gracelessly on the ground, all he could do was gape at the older man like a fish out of water, his already pale face having gone deathly white at the realization of what he’d done. The guy was soaked! He had even gotten some on the guy’s face, which he could only stare at as the man wiped it clean.
“Oh god…” he muttered, his voice barely audible over the din of the food court around him. A few people had laughed when they collided, but most were just going on with their days, walking around the small scene with little care. Max had ruined the guy’s shirt…his pants…and some had gotten on his shoes, too. What was he going to do?! He couldn’t pay to get the man’s clothing cleaned. And was he holding…a camera?! Flinching as the tall dark-haired man spoke up, even though he sounded relaxed about the whole thing and didn’t seem to be upset, Max ducked his head in shame. “I…I…” He hadn’t seen a ghost. He was dead – there was a difference.
Blinking rapidly as he felt a very telling burning behind his eyes, he bit his lip. Apologize, dammit! “I…I’m s-sorry…I didn’t mean…I ruined…oh god…” Even though he didn’t need to breathe anymore, he still found it difficult to catch his breath. This was it. This was how he was going to die. The man was obviously lulling him into a false sense of security. Nobody in their right mind wouldn’t be upset about something like this. “Y-Your…Your clothes….and…and your camera! I…I’m so sorry. Please…” Please don’t hurt me. A small whimper escaped Max as he curled in on himself, as though trying to pre-emptively protect himself from the beating he would no doubt get.
“I…I didn’t mean to…” Not that that would matter, in the end. Intent didn’t matter. The fact that he had ruined this guy’s clothes, and likely his camera…that was what mattered.
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Post by Griffin Murdoch on Nov 15, 2016 6:22:25 GMT
Griffin was now standing close to the food court, one of his favorite places within the mall – if not THE favorite considering what it had – soaked in cold coffee. It...really was no big deal, it was just an extra trip back home that he hadn't expected to be taking. Staring down towards the younger man who had been the culprit of all of this. He looked...terrified, and that was likely an understatement. No one had ever looked at Griffin in such fear before...it was almost a little startling to him as well, but he didn't show it. In fact, he looked really relaxed, all things considered. He was still soaked, would continue to be so, so getting angry and screaming or anything of the sort would do nothing, it would change nothing, and he didn't think a kid deserved to get ripped a new one just because he had been glued to his phone – like any other teenager on the planet.
It almost felt as if the younger fellow was going to go into a full blown panic attack. All of this over a bit of spilled coffee? It was confusing, and Griffin's expression said as much as he continued to watch and listen, hearing the man's broken words and watching as he seemed to curl in on himself on the ground. Green eyes shot up to the sets of eyes staring their way, and it wasn't as if he had said anything...he had...cracked a joke, that was all! He seemed beyond distraught about all of this, it was a harmless accident! No one had gotten hurt. “Hey...hey listen to me, it's really no big deal. No blood no foul.” Griffin tried to insist before he felt the need to get this man on his feet...the less he looked like he was about to break down on the ground, the better.
And the less eyes that would be looking their way.
“Alright, come on now.” Griffin started, shifting the bag in his hand to wrap more around his wrist so he could use both hands and hoist the darker haired kid up to his feet again. “My clothes will be fine...there's just lenses in here, and they're packed away nice and tight...just...chill.” He breathed out at the end with a small sigh, taking a step back and hoping that whatever he said and did would just...calm the other man down. “To be honest, I've gotta wonder if anyone's gone after you over a little spilled milk...or in this case, coffee. It's not something to be upset over...although...I can't say it feels the greatest.” That's why changing sounded like a good idea right about now, but there was still the walk out of here and the drive home. Well, he had been covered in worse before, so that was comforting at least. Green eyes shifted around slightly to see some form of...cleaning man heading their way with an annoyed expression on his face. “And...we should probably go.” Not asking, or giving the kid much of a choice, Griffin had the other guy by the arm, guiding him away so they – he – wouldn't feel the wrath of the cleaning services here, he didn't seem like the type to handle any sort of angry emotions well whatsoever.
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Post by Max Tyros on Nov 15, 2016 7:10:53 GMT
Well...gotta snap him out of it somehow | Max was terrified of the older man’s reaction to having coffee dumped on him. Even the joke hadn’t put his mind at ease – it was like he was stuck in the past. All he could see was an angry man in front of him (his father), furious with the fact that Max had not only made a mess, but soiled his clothes in the process. “I…I’ll figure out…a way…I’ll get them clean. I promise!” he whimpered. He may not have the money, but maybe he could find a way. There had to be someone willing to let him clean the clothing.
Squeezing his eyes shut as the man spoke up once more, brushing aside Max’s concern and claiming it to be no big deal, he could only shake his head in anguish before his eyes popped open again. He couldn’t take his eyes off him! That was when he would strike! His chest tightened up as he saw the man reaching for his arm, and he let out an almost inaudible yelp as he flinched away, as though he had actually been struck. But instead, his wrist was taken and he was pulled to his feet.
…What?
Hesitantly lifting his emerald green eyes to meet the stranger’s, it would be easy for the man to feel Max trembling from head to toe. It was pitiful, really. He was a vampire! But he just couldn’t shake his past, no matter how hard he tried to forget. This man really didn’t seem to be upset, though, which only served to confused Max more. He didn’t even realize that his arm was still being held onto. “It’s…fine?” he asked tentatively, looking down at his shoes again in shame. It wasn’t ‘fine’, but if this guy was insisting then…could Max really argue?
But Max flinched again as the man commented that he wondered what had been done to Max in the past, and weakly step back. He couldn’t go very far, because of the hold on his wrist, and he clenched his jaw as that familiar burning sensation resurfaced. No, he couldn’t cry! No here…not in front of everybody! Staying silent for a few moments, he was surprised when the stranger said that they should leave, and then without waiting for a response actually started pulling Max in what seemed to be a random direction. “Ah! B-But…I…w-what…?” Where were they going?! Had it all been for show? Was this guy going to take Max somewhere else and beat him up there, instead?
“Please! No…I…I really am…s-sorry! I’ll behave! I promise!” he whimpered, weakly tugging at his arm. It was clear now that Max really was stuck in the past. Truthfully, he could have easily pulled his arm away from the dark-haired man. But he just didn’t have the emotional strength to do so, it seemed.
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Post by Griffin Murdoch on Nov 18, 2016 7:02:23 GMT
Griffin hadn't imagined that he'd be standing soaked in the middle of the mall at the moment, but hey...accidents happened. He wasn't going to just outright get angry and beat on some younger kid because of a silly mistake. He was like any other teenager, eyes plastered to his phone, not watching where he was going...and thankfully it was in here, the mall, versus on the streets or road, so really...no blood, no foul. Right? It was weird to see how absolutely terrified this kid was, but Griffin had tried...and very hard at that, to get the point across. He was not mad, not really, and he wasn't going to do anything about it...but that didn't seem to really help, not much at least. “It's fine.” He reiterated while hoisting the teen back onto his feet. Perhaps he was getting somewhere with this! Then it happened. His own green eyes shifted to the side, spotting a janitorial fellow heading in their direction, and he didn't look happy.
Now, if Griffin new any better, he was going to assume that this kid, the one who had drenched him in iced coffee, would not take well to a scolding from an old crotchety fellow with an attitude problem, and that's what was heading right their way. Quickly moving and grabbing the young man's arm, not giving him an opportunity to refuse in action – sort of – Griffin was doing him a solid! It seemed to go south from there. “Dude, calm down.” He started, almost a bit of a snap in his tone, but he let out a sigh as soon as they were far enough away so that they wouldn't a scolding – Griffin was too old for that crap anymore. “Unless you wanted to get your head bit off by some of the mall staff...then you should be thanking me.” Releasing the teen's arm, Griffin moved to shed his jacket and toss it over his shoulder, one less wet thing clinging to him, and within a few moments though, he could feel his clothes not be so soaked anymore...they'd likely just be damp by the time he made it back home.
“It's fine, like I said...multiple times...so calm down, gather your bearings...and stop looking at me as if I was going to beat the absolute snot out off you.” He wasn't that harsh, and his tone wasn't quite as snappy for the moment, but man...this was a handful. Why he hadn't just...moved on, he wasn't sure, but a teenage kid who looked like he was going to have a panic attack in the middle of the mall over spilled coffee...it was just...unnatural, slightly sad, but also made him want to heave out a heavy sigh. “Just...be careful where you're walking next time, you can avoid all of that. Eyes off the phone when you're moving, got it?” A little more friendly in tone there, Griffin looked around them before rubbing a hand against the back of his neck, whatever was keeping him stationary needed to stop. Now. “Where are you off to anyways, looked to be in a hurry...” If anything...the least Griffin felt like he could do was try and help the poor sod out some, with as distraught and frightened as he seemed, it couldn't hurt any, could it?
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Post by Max Tyros on Nov 21, 2016 19:31:08 GMT
| Max couldn’t help his reaction. He knew it was over the top, but it had just been drilled into him at such an early age, and it only got worse as he was yanked away from the scene of the crime, so to speak. He was terrified of the relocation, as his father would often take him out of the public eye to hurt him so people wouldn’t know what he did to his son. Pleading with the man not to hurt him and promising to behave himself, he could hear the response to calm down but it was much easier said than done. Max had little choice but to follow him away, and he winced as the stranger commented that he had…saved him from getting yelled at?
Wait, what?
As soon as his arm was released, Max snatched it back and rubbed it where Griffin had been holding. It hadn’t actually hurt, but it was habit at this point. Normally…it did hurt. Looking up at the man in question as he removed his jacket, and attempted to soothe Max’s fears, his bright green eyes were filled with frightened tears. None fell, though. His eyes just glistened with the tears. He couldn’t hold the other’s gaze for long, though, and lowered his eyes with a wince as the stranger somehow hit the nail on the head. That was Max’s fear…that he would get beaten up for spilling his drink on the guy…
Blinking rapidly with his eyes on his shoes, his shoulders were hunched almost protectively as he struggled to stop shaking. “I…I will…I’m s-sorry…” he whispered as he was warned to keep his eyes off the phone while he was walking. Risking a glance up, he saw the older man rubbing the back of his neck before asking where he was going. “W-Work…” Crap, he was probably going to be late now. But Max being ‘late’ was really just Max being on time. He always showed up early for his shifts.
Shifting awkwardly from foot to foot, he bit his lip. “I…I really…really am s-sorry…” he all but whispered, not trembling quite so badly but still clearly shaken from the experience. Max’s hand tightened around his own arm, not sure where he could go from here. He really was sorry. And he knew he would have to make it up to him, somehow. He just…didn’t know how. He could probably track him down later by his scent, though it would be difficult. Valhaven was a small town, but not so small that it would be easy to find one person in the whole town…
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Post by Griffin Murdoch on Nov 23, 2016 8:32:26 GMT
Griffin was a little...weirded out with how things had gone so far. He had been picking up new lenses for his camera, good for investigative work and all that jazz, and now here he was..soaked with coffee and dealing with an utterly terrified teenager that seemed hellbent on the idea that Griffin was going to unload on him. Having pulled the younger man away from the 'scene of he crime' to avoid any incoming harsh words from the mall staff, Griffin just...he didn't know what to do anymore! It was almost worth wishing he had a glass of iced coffee himself to dunk on the poor sod to get him to calm his ass down. Instead, he tried the nicer approach, the more...reasonable approach, a very more Griffin approach. It seemed to ease a bit of the young man's worries, but not completely. It was still puzzling, but emotions like this...fear like this...it wasn't the first time Griffin had seen it.
Emotional distress, abuse of sorts, it wasn't hard to figure out, at least not for him, not that he had ever been subject to it, anything but that.
Warning the younger man to keep his eyes off his phone next time, Griffin really felt like an old fogey speaking like that, but he wasn't wrong. Last thing he wanted was to get a call to investigate some poor kid having gotten struck by a car because he had his eyes glued to his phone...just like any other teenager out there. “Work? You work around here?” He questioned. Now, Griff liked to pride himself on knowing most, if not all, of Valhaven's citizens, but this one he didn't know. There had been a few newcomers, but he hadn't gotten to know them or take any names just yet, this was probably one of those. A slightly exasperated, as well as humorous, sound escaped Griffin's lips as he looked down and shook his head slightly, moving one hand to press his fingers around the bridge of his nose. “It's okay, all is forgiven...if you stop apologizing. Believe me, if it wasn't okay, I would have made sure you knew it. Vocally, that is.” Not that he would have physically harmed someone over something so stupid...but sometimes his voice could get out of hand, loud and booming when angry...but that was no reaction for a little coffee spill.
After a few moments of silence, with the other man still looking shaken up, it almost made Griffin feel compelled to be nice in some way, shape or form. Rolling his eyes a bit to himself and letting out an inaudible breath, he put a smile on his face and looked towards the darker haired young man. “I'm Griffin, and you are?” He started, not feeling quite so uncomfortable in his own clothing, and the idea hit him. If this fellow didn't work at the mall, and he seemed to be in a hurry anyways...perhaps he could give him a lift to wherever he needed to be? A gesture of no harm, no foul? To prove it really was okay, and no doubt it wouldn't really be out of Griffin's way. The poor sod just seemed so jostled by all of this, it was least he could do...and Griffin had been the victim! “If you're running late or want a lift...I was just leaving the mall myself if you need a ride. Nothing around here is out of my way.” He offered with a small shrug, either way...Griffin was just glad that things seemed to be settling down. Man today was weird.
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