Peter Maximoff (tagyourit) wrote in abaeterno_rpg, @ 2021-10-17 15:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, l: necrohelm, u: peter maximoff, u: peter rumancek |
Who: Peter and Peter. OR Peter squared.
When: Early Sunday Evening
Where:No Saints Cemetery
What: Random encounter.
Warning: Language.
Necrohelm was more fun than backward London was, Peter thought. It was easier to roam around and people were pretty much a laugh riot so far as he was concerned. He got the occasional hard look but he was used to those. Back home where he was from mutants like him were considered freaks and that was on the best of days. So it wasn't like he wasn't used to those kind of long judgmental stares. It was new to be disliked for his humanity though and that was kind of reassuring in a way. Weird he knew, but all the same it was how he felt.
Also who put a football field in a cemetery? He didn't know who but he assumed someone pretty chill, spinetingling chilly. Having found a football he tossed it and ran to catch each pass because why not? It's not like anyone else was there to play and it was something to do to pass the time. He wondered where Binx the cat had gone off to and thought he'd take a moment to put out a dish of something to eat by his hotel room door again. That's what the song said, wasn't it? He thought. Something about a cat coming back the very next day. Or something. He'd leave out a dish.
It was when he was getting ready to throw the ball that he saw the other Peter walking through the cemetery and he smiled. He hadn't really talked to that guy yet and he threw the ball, hurtling it toward the other man. He called out "FOUR" and waited a moment for him to hear him before zipping over to catch the ball and come to stop in front of him.
"So. Four is golf, right? I'm not a big sportsball guy, but I figured it's better than, look the fuck out!" He said with a chuckle. "So... Peter right?" He said and held out his hand.