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taxonomites2012-04-23 10:00 am
hasaheart) wrote in taxonomites2012-04-23 10:00 am
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[location: various, most notably Cain's place and the birdhouse]
You can say a lot about one Wyatt Cain. For instance, you could say that when he cleans up, he cleans up good. After weeks of neglect in favor of focusing all his attention on other people's varied amounts of crap, most notably Paul's, and then Glitch and DG's (and their particular mess had proved not only difficult to deal with, but highly disturbing on several planes, emotional and spiritual) during which Wyatt had simply opted to let less important things slide, he was finally feeling ready to get himself in gear. The less important things like shaving every morning (which was usually a staple where his routines were concerned), or like making himself get a hair cut every three or four (or five) weeks and trusting the Extra barber not to slit his throat...well. That'd have to change. Nothing like routine to get him up in the morning. Yes. Routine.
But, DG's and Glitch's heap of troubles squared away, he had some unfinished business of his own to take care of, and, as previously noted, it's the sort of business that requires a bit of neatening up. He could only hope that they'd sort the rest of it out themselves. Simply put, he'd have to trust that they knew what was best for both of them. And if that involves Glitch staying at his place for a few days, then that's fine. Cain's door will always be open. It's just...as much as he loves Glitch (beyond words), he doesn't like leaving things or people hanging. It sets him on edge almost as much as the unfinished business in question.
Monday morning, he shaves. He even makes a point of going to the dreaded barber, for wanting to look...not 'his best', as he isn't sure there is such a thing when he's gone so long with deep, dark circles under his eyes. He wants to look like his own, usual self. Before the Extras went crazy (again), before Paul got shot and almost died (again), before he made the well meaning but ill advised decision to stick around the birdhouse (just for a week or until Paul felt better) and help out any way he could.
Before the awful, vicious fight that he still finds himself reeling from, in part. So he makes himself look presentable, dressing in comfortable clothes that speak more to him of Life in Taxon rather than Life Before. Before Taxon. Before the one-man prison. Before the dungeons. Less cowboy, more...whatever it is he's trying to find his way back to.
He takes the tram to the birdhouse in the early afternoon, opting not to call ahead for fear of outright rejection. It's unfair and a touch on the manipulative side, but he knows it's harder to turn someone away if they're right on your doorstep. Harder than doing it over the tablet.
So that's where he's going. To face the music. To make amends if he can. He doesn't bring anything, unlike the last time they fought, over a year ago now (and he can't really take it in, that it's been so long) after the zombie thing. He brought food then, as peace offering. Food and cider like he remembered it from home and a relatively idyllic childhood. It's one thing to say sorry for taking sides. It's another thing entirely to apologize for stomping all over a major trigger point, and for no good reason. Paul isn't without blame - Cain isn't blue eyed enough to even for one second think that - but he figures it's better this way. Paul may have shoved, and hard, but Cain pushed back too hard. He crossed a far worse line than verbal abuse in that particular context. Worst case scenario, Paul doesn't want to talk, let alone see him. This way, all he's got to haul back is his own sorry ass.
That doesn't mean the tram ride is at all pleasant. It flies by too fast, and before he knows it, he's virtually hovering outside the birdhouse entrance. Easiest way to get in is to just press his hand to the scanner. It'll let him in, just like Paul's hand print on his own scanner at the old place will let him in.
It would probably also be the fastest way to get himself thrown out.
Pressing air out through his nose in a small puff, he grabs his tablet and sends a voice message. Or he tries to, stopping and starting several times over. What is there to say? How to explain why he's here all of a sudden, what gives him any right to just charge on over?
In the end, it's not really so much about the words, as getting them out. "Paul. It's me. I don't want to intrude, but I need to speak with you. I'm outside... Can I--"
He sighs, away from the tablet. Heart beating its way up his mid section, heading straight for his jugular. "May I come in?"
[ooc: If you've been wanting to toss your character at Cain, this is as good an opportunity as any to do so. :D Bump into him in town, or knock on his door before noon. Catch him on his way home in the afternoon/early evening. Bother his snarky, sometimes abrasive ex-cop self via tablet. Anything goes :D]
But, DG's and Glitch's heap of troubles squared away, he had some unfinished business of his own to take care of, and, as previously noted, it's the sort of business that requires a bit of neatening up. He could only hope that they'd sort the rest of it out themselves. Simply put, he'd have to trust that they knew what was best for both of them. And if that involves Glitch staying at his place for a few days, then that's fine. Cain's door will always be open. It's just...as much as he loves Glitch (beyond words), he doesn't like leaving things or people hanging. It sets him on edge almost as much as the unfinished business in question.
Monday morning, he shaves. He even makes a point of going to the dreaded barber, for wanting to look...not 'his best', as he isn't sure there is such a thing when he's gone so long with deep, dark circles under his eyes. He wants to look like his own, usual self. Before the Extras went crazy (again), before Paul got shot and almost died (again), before he made the well meaning but ill advised decision to stick around the birdhouse (just for a week or until Paul felt better) and help out any way he could.
Before the awful, vicious fight that he still finds himself reeling from, in part. So he makes himself look presentable, dressing in comfortable clothes that speak more to him of Life in Taxon rather than Life Before. Before Taxon. Before the one-man prison. Before the dungeons. Less cowboy, more...whatever it is he's trying to find his way back to.
He takes the tram to the birdhouse in the early afternoon, opting not to call ahead for fear of outright rejection. It's unfair and a touch on the manipulative side, but he knows it's harder to turn someone away if they're right on your doorstep. Harder than doing it over the tablet.
So that's where he's going. To face the music. To make amends if he can. He doesn't bring anything, unlike the last time they fought, over a year ago now (and he can't really take it in, that it's been so long) after the zombie thing. He brought food then, as peace offering. Food and cider like he remembered it from home and a relatively idyllic childhood. It's one thing to say sorry for taking sides. It's another thing entirely to apologize for stomping all over a major trigger point, and for no good reason. Paul isn't without blame - Cain isn't blue eyed enough to even for one second think that - but he figures it's better this way. Paul may have shoved, and hard, but Cain pushed back too hard. He crossed a far worse line than verbal abuse in that particular context. Worst case scenario, Paul doesn't want to talk, let alone see him. This way, all he's got to haul back is his own sorry ass.
That doesn't mean the tram ride is at all pleasant. It flies by too fast, and before he knows it, he's virtually hovering outside the birdhouse entrance. Easiest way to get in is to just press his hand to the scanner. It'll let him in, just like Paul's hand print on his own scanner at the old place will let him in.
It would probably also be the fastest way to get himself thrown out.
Pressing air out through his nose in a small puff, he grabs his tablet and sends a voice message. Or he tries to, stopping and starting several times over. What is there to say? How to explain why he's here all of a sudden, what gives him any right to just charge on over?
In the end, it's not really so much about the words, as getting them out. "Paul. It's me. I don't want to intrude, but I need to speak with you. I'm outside... Can I--"
He sighs, away from the tablet. Heart beating its way up his mid section, heading straight for his jugular. "May I come in?"
[ooc: If you've been wanting to toss your character at Cain, this is as good an opportunity as any to do so. :D Bump into him in town, or knock on his door before noon. Catch him on his way home in the afternoon/early evening. Bother his snarky, sometimes abrasive ex-cop self via tablet. Anything goes :D]