THREAD, ACTIVE. WHO: Michael Guerin & Maria De Luca WHAT: meeting up, trying to figure out what's going on WHEN: backdated to shortly after this post WHERE: Angel Grove Park RATING: PG for starters, shouldn't get bad
If there was one thing Michael hated, it was not knowing--and right now, he hadn't the slightest clue as to what was going on around him and that, more than anything, pissed him off. As much as he hated to admit it, Maria's was more than likely correct about his Max theory being wrong. Maxwell would have at least left him with some sign as to what he was planning, checked in later to see if he was okay and after digging around in his pockets he discovered that he was without his cell phone. Max would've let him keep that.
"Great," he muttered, the irritation evident in his voice as he ran a hand through his shaggy, unkempt hair, staring out across the lake. He had dozens of other theories and none he wanted to think to hard on. He was mad enough as it is.
Hopefully when Maria got here they'd be able to start piecing this thing together.