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Tweak says, "mi casa es su casa!"

Mitchell (blood_addict) wrote in expresslogs,
@ 2012-06-24 10:26:00

Entry tags:

!plot, {john mitchell, {maryanne walker

Characters: Mitchell and Maryanne
When: Sunday morning
Location: Dining Room
Warnings/Rating: low/medium
Summary: Mitchell is still confused and Maryanne has her fun aka Mitchell meets a friend he doesn’t remember
Status: unfinished

It got less disturbing after you looked at it long enough. Grey, white and black seemed to get normal. And then you looked back. At the train, the coffee mug in your hand and everything was surreal once again. For Mitchell nothing made sense anymore. The nightmare had stayed. Nothing bad had happened. He couldn’t complain. But it was still wrong. Everything was wrong. There was still the voice that said that this couldn't be real. Yet, Annie had made him coffee. Somehow he thought that his presence unnerved her. Was it just because she remembered and he didn’t? Or was there something more? He wasn’t sure but was too afraid to ask. So he kept his distance and rather sat here on his own. His eyes wandered over the other people in car. Who else knew him? What did they know about him what he didn’t? Seconds, minutes, hours, days were missing. More than days.

Mitchell sipped at his coffee while his thoughts strayed to everything he could have done and every person he could have been.

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	maryanne_walker 2012-06-25 05:38 am UTC (link)
	Here she'd always thought he was younger, some how. Without adding his vampire years of course. "Yeah about that, or maybe twenty-six and a half?" She added with a tiny bit of teasing to her tone. "But you know age is only a number." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	blood_addict 2012-06-25 05:52 am UTC (link)
	He nodded, having gained another piece of the puzzle that was his past. The teasing earned a frown. "Err... maybe?" He didn't quite understand what she meant with it. "Do you know how Annie and I met?" He deliberately did not tell her that his betrothed did not want to talk about it. But maybe he could understand her reluctance if he knew. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

maryanne_walker
2012-06-25 05:59 am UTC (link)

"Quite possibly." Well what she meant by it was that she didn't know him from his world, but she also wasn't sure if he knew this was a time traveling reality hopping train. There was little point in freaking her friend out though. "Well, I believe you, Annie and George were roommates, but I can't say that I know how y'all met exactly." And she could only guess that Annie hadn't told him about her being a ghost.

	blood_addict 2012-06-25 06:05 am UTC (link)
	"Oh," Mitchell said. Well, it had been worth a try. "And how did we meet?" He decided to change the focus, to here and away from Bristol, hoping he would get more lucky. There were so many loose ends missing, all the questions that wanted to be answered. It didn't really matter where he started. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	blood_addict 2012-06-25 06:51 am UTC (link)
	Mitchell laughed shortly. "Aww, I forgot how to fish? What a shame!" He smiled softly, then his smile began to falter, turning to more worrisome part. "What heavy burder do I carry?" It couldn't be just the war, could it? Every soldier carried the war with him. It wasn't something that would go away easily. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	blood_addict 2012-06-27 05:27 am UTC (link)
	"I probably am, well, I would be right now," he answered. Jesus, this was difficult. Sometimes he felt like talking about a different man and in a way he was. This whole life was strange to him. But it was his or would be his, no, it already was. Her next words rendered him speechless for a moment. "I..." He blinked. "Thank you." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	maryanne_walker 2012-07-02 03:31 am UTC (link)
	Maryanne snorted mid sip as he made up his own word, as soda went up her nose. She clapped her free hand over her nose and mouth as she sputtered. "Here I thought I learned my lesson about drinking stuff around you." She admitted between coughs. Snagging one of the napkins she wiped her face. "Well, maybe it is." she teased with a devilish grin. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)