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savetheearth2013-12-01 09:19 pm
scramasax) wrote in savetheearth2013-12-01 09:19 pm
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Who: Xander Jarle, John Mitchell, and Anthony Janvier
Where: John's apartment.
When: Latter half of Nov. 26th.
What: An angel drops by in an apartment-warming visit for a vampire and a zombie.
A few stacks of boxes remain in place this long after the move. Anyone can trust that still it's all livably-established enough. Anything that'd be missed would wind up first to be dug for, after all, and moved with more than they'd realized prior to the packing and actual moving John and he had, but still, the place is evidently in order enough to be fit for guests.
Anthony's own room's barely unpacked into, as there's not much necessary to pack into it, since by now it's effectively unnecessary as a sleeping space. He still keeps himself in it at night, though - some sense of it as confining the smell he doesn't think and hopes similarly John doesn't think to actively notice, at this point - and such times as this on which the door's set to open soon, unsure if it's more out of a sense of courtesy or security.
He knows perfectly well that the visitor they're expecting is of the network, though - any anxiety's of no more than a by now accustomed default level, and it's not strictly neutrally that he's got part of his mind trained on waiting for some sort of sound from the door; the thought of having visitors is, and has consistently been for a while, somewhat relieving.
Where: John's apartment.
When: Latter half of Nov. 26th.
What: An angel drops by in an apartment-warming visit for a vampire and a zombie.
A few stacks of boxes remain in place this long after the move. Anyone can trust that still it's all livably-established enough. Anything that'd be missed would wind up first to be dug for, after all, and moved with more than they'd realized prior to the packing and actual moving John and he had, but still, the place is evidently in order enough to be fit for guests.
Anthony's own room's barely unpacked into, as there's not much necessary to pack into it, since by now it's effectively unnecessary as a sleeping space. He still keeps himself in it at night, though - some sense of it as confining the smell he doesn't think and hopes similarly John doesn't think to actively notice, at this point - and such times as this on which the door's set to open soon, unsure if it's more out of a sense of courtesy or security.
He knows perfectly well that the visitor they're expecting is of the network, though - any anxiety's of no more than a by now accustomed default level, and it's not strictly neutrally that he's got part of his mind trained on waiting for some sort of sound from the door; the thought of having visitors is, and has consistently been for a while, somewhat relieving.
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Outwardly speaking, he looks relatively composed. Inside? Inside, John's mentally pacing. He fusses with moving some objects around the apartment, prattling on idly about how he really should have cleaned up more before inviting people over, but what's done is done.
The idea of snacking on something sounds pretty damn good right about now--anything to take the edge off the hunger, so that's what he ends up doing, waiting for Xander to show up. The taste of chocolate on his tongue does help a bit, easing some of the tension gathering between his shoulder blades.
He's got this. Totally!
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He hobbles to the door, braces himself against the frame, drops to a bit more of a slouch to let his head drop into position to peer through - still just cautiously, scans around until his eyes flick to John. "Do you er -- should I - should I get anything...?"
Still just somewhat hiding and accordingly still just keeping his voice at something of a hushed and hasty mumble.
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"It's all right. I'm sorry," he answers, scrubbing a hand through his hair. "I'm just a little nervous what with having a guest over here. The place is still a mess and..."
I'm kind of terrified I might try to do something to him.
John clears his throat and draws closer to Anthony. "Anyway, I'm sorry for not asking you about this earlier..."
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He arrived at the front door and scanned the resident list for John's name or some variant of his initials. Once he found the right code, he enters it and waits for either John or Anthony to answer.
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Right when there's someone at the door.
Another pause and blink - this one wider. Turns head in the direction of said door, mumbles " -- He's here -- "
Looks back at John with a fidgety half-nod over his shoulder, back into the room - " -- ...Should I, erm - ? -- Just in case?"
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"Just... give me a moment? That way I can make introductions first."
He holds up a single finger, asking for more time, and then goes to answer the door. John puts on his brightest grin and pulls it open, greeting Xander with a flourish.
"Glad you could make it!"
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"Well, I didn't get lost on the way." He states as he offers a clear plastic container filled with various baked goods. "...I know you told me to just bring myself, but I couldn't help it and ended up bring a few things from home."
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He's less concerned about anything, at least immediately, than for now more or less neutrally anticipating something - he keeps perfectly in places, awaiting some other sign.
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"Not that I don't appreciate it." John shoots his guest a grin before disappearing to get them some drinks and to figure out how to serve the baked goods. "Would you like something to drink? No alcohol, I'm afraid, but we've got plenty of other things...
"Oh, and would you care to meet my flatmate? His name's Anthony; you might've seen him around the network."
It's... not a great introduction, but maybe there's some chance that Xander already knows of him? After all, Anthony is a fair amount more active on the network than he is.
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While hanging his jacket up, he looks over his shoulder when John mentions meeting his room-mate. The name did sound very familiar, but he wasn't exactly sure if it was the same one that he spoke to quite frequently on the network.
"I wouldn't mind meeting him, but I don't wish to impose if he doesn't feel up for it."
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Keeps his eye on the direction of the conversation and begins feeling is way along the will to limp himself into sight - keeping his head low, just in case, out of a set of factors - and it stays low as John and their guest do come into his clear view.
Can't be sure it is who he thinks it is - has only heard his voice, but takes the leap to secure assumption. Suppresses the compulsion to cringe to an impasse between that and a polite smile. Does manage a nod, eyes a tad wide. "Er -- ...Hello - ..."
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"Xander, this is Anthony," he says, gesturing toward his flatmate with his can of Coke. "And Anthony, this is Xander."
In hindsight, John should probably have given Xander a warning about Anthony's physical state, but seeing as that moment's already come and gone... Well, no point in bringing it up now, right? Not when Anthony is already standing here before them.
"So... Have you two met before?"
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He accepts the glass John brings over for him before moving further in to the apartment as John makes introductions. Internally debating if he should offer a hand to shake out of politeness or refrain since he wasn't sure if his touch would harm Anthony.
He gives a nod at the question. "We've spoken a few times. This is the first time we've ever met in the fle--."
That was a horrible comment to make! He needed to correct himself right away!
"In person." He quickly adds on with a bit of an apologetic expression. "...I have to apologize for keeping my identity a secret, Anthony."
His mind went there! 8(
He'd already completed the word in his head when he registered with dissonance that the man- actual Xander, that is - had swapped it - and he gives his a very sheepish and uncertain frin - that romptly strains itself smaller, his grins are not charming - " - Don't, er - please, don't -- Xander - it's -- "
He debates offering a handshake on his own end, but it's very easily suppressed - instead doubles over a bit further for a simple partial bow and a nod. " - it's good to meet you."
Still hasn't fully straightened back up to give John a look so-slightly from below, also a bit large- and blank-eyed - asking for direction of any sort that may be necessary. It's seem terribly rude if he asked if anything needed be done by him himself after greeting a guest, would look as if he was trying to excuse himself, which he was not - although some manner of restlessness may be a part of it...
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Smile plastered on his face, John looks from one person to the other before clearing his throat and creating a sudden buzz of activity. "Let's go to the living area, yeah?" he suggests, shooing the other two in that general direction--but not before shoving the serving plate in Xander's hands and the baked goods into Anthony's. "Xander brought some stuff for us to eat.
"Let me get some napkins and plates for us."
And with that, John disappears back into the kitchen, mind filled with thoughts about how this really might have been A Bad Idea.
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"I'm sorry I didn't want to make you uncomfortable with a bad choice of words." He states before John suddenly shoves a serving plate in to his arms which catches him off-guard, but luckily didn't spill any of the water from the glass. "...Yeah, I did. There should be a list of ingredients on the container, just in case there's something you're allergic to inside."
He'll be moving over to the living room now, after casting a small look of 'thanks for no warning' to John. He pauses briefly to make sure that Anthony would be all right carrying the container of pastries before surveying the living room. Were there any boxes that he needed to move?
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and once there, he stays there. Helplessly off to the side. Gives a look down at the container and then about the room to judge where to put it.
Avoiding looking at Xander. Somehow it was slipping his mind to ask if he'd prefer to set things in or clear away a particular spot. Thus, he was going to refrain from ever more hopelessly gaping.
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With plates and a small stack of napkins in his hands, he heads back into the living room. John looks at Anthony, allowing his gaze to flick from him and over to the couch--a silent invitation for the guy to take a seat.
"So, how've you been?" he asks Xander, setting his stuff down on the coffee table. John takes the initiative and takes a seat on the couch himself, hoping that this'll mean the others will follow suit.
Sure, there are still some boxes about, but most of the sitting surfaces are surprisingly clear of things that need to be moved!
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"I've been trying to stay positive despite what has happened." He starts before a few chuckles slip out, unable to help himself. "...As well as dealing with a few 'pulses'. But that's not really an uncommon thing around here."
There's a pause as he takes a moment to sip the water. The bombing in the Dead District did shake him a considerable amount, but no one really knew about that on the network. As for that random chuckle? That was one of the new things he got from a 'pulse', but at least he was able to have some control over it now. Although, he couldn't say the same thing about his reckless behavior.
"Anthony, you don't have to worry about scaring me with your appearance. I'm not bothered by it at all." His words were quite truthful and it was accompanied by a small smile, no signs of discomfort at all. Despite his fingers were tapping a random tune, a restless habit when talking to others.
"...What about yourselves? I mean, aside from having to deal with packing and moving everything to a new place."
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Quiet as John addresses Xander - quick look to the former, in partly a force-of-habit check that there's no disapproval anywhere - and to the latter at attention when he starts to respond.
The comment before the question is returned pauses him. A half-second of blank gaping at Xander before, in turn, pulling on an appreciative smile - one that wouldn't have exposed teeth if there was an option, wouldn't make assumption on how obliging it was or wasn't - still appreciated the thought, at the least for now...
As the figurative puck was passed back to John, he turned to follow it. With another little component of intent - see if John was, indeed, going to be the one to answer.
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Admittedly, without any expansion on... Well, anything, Xander probably doesn't, but John certainly isn't going to talk about more--not with these two at least. It's not necessarily that he doesn't trust them; it's just it's his problem right now, and he's not willing to share it with anyone else at the moment.
He does, however, very subtly edge a little further away from Xander on the couch though. John manages it by moving under the pretense of getting Xander's baked goods onto the serving tray--a quick and easy shift that has him edging closer to Anthony.
No point in trying to tempt himself with something not on the menu, right?
"We're all safe. That's what matters, yeah?"
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With a curt nod, he responds with, "Yes, I would have to agree with that."
There's a brief flash of a small smile before it returns to a neutral expression. His blue eyes moving over to the baked goods, hoping that both Anthony and John will like them. Then again, he was supplying samples for fruitcake for a bit before delivering the agreed upon final product.
"...Please, help yourselves first. I don't want to accidentally pick something that either of you have been eyeing." As he speaks, he gestures with his free hand to the snacks.
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Leaves his eyes trained on the plate - and opts to take it as a test; he'll defuse the tension this time!
Perhaps-too-deliberately tightens his face to another semblance of a smile for one effectively solid second at Xander, and reaches in - just slowly enough to leave room to detect if any tension is mounting as opposed to dispelling as it might be coming - and he selects a bit, and leans back to a settled point.
Covers it with his other hand.
He all but doesn't eat at this point. He'll eat it if he's watched; in the meantime gives a largely corner-of-the-eye flinching glimpse over at John for any loose sort of judgment, for now it's taken, will be held and possibly forgotten, at least by them.