|Max Jordan | Mr. Hyde (tooth_breaker) wrote in bellumlogs,|
@ 2010-06-01 12:59:00
|Entry tags:||dracula, mr. hyde|
Who: Vlad and Max
What: Old friends reuniting
Where: Juke Joint
When: Monday at 10 PM
Warnings: Casual discussions of terrible things, alcohol, and Max.
After agreeing to meet Vlad at ten, Max had had a bit of worry. After all, he didn't make plans for a reason - he never knew exactly when he would be around. But Brian was fairly predictable, falling asleep by nine o'clock most nights, and so Max was fairly confident that he would be out and about with plenty of time to meet his old friend.
He had to admit, as he rummaged through Brian's wardrobe, that he was a bit anxious. Sometimes seeing people from the past took the rose-tinted glasses off, and that old friend was just a worn-out has-been. What if the man that had taught him so much with so little was really just a fruity bat with nothing of interest to say or do? What if he would feel the same about Max? What if they both hated each other? The questions kept coming as he pulled on a casual T-shirt and pair of jeans.
Though Max enjoyed his existence for the most part, he always regretted not being able to make friends. Things were more fun in groups, and though he had cycled through a few half-friends in his day, there had never been anybody that he could really stick with. Hookers left after their time was up, drunk people eventually went home, and his victims died. He hoped that in this strange building - Brian was already beginning to have second thoughts, which boded well for Max - he would be able to cement just one friendship.
Locking apartment 302 behind him, Max jogged down the stairs. He had considered wearing a hat, but realized that doing so would just make him look suspicious. People didn't trust people that wore hats. They assumed they had something to hide. So Max did his best to look open. Friendly. Like Brian, only with less sad puppyface. Brian was nice, but even Max knew that he always looked like he had a weight on his shoulders. Max took that stooped, droopy body and straightened it out. Livened it up. Made it better in every way.
He left the lobby and glanced down the street, spotting the blue mailbox he had mentioned to Vlad. It seemed that he was the first one there. Glancing casually over his shoulder into the lobby, he strolled up to the mailbox, leaning against it and looking out over the street. His posture was relaxed, casual. Stifling a yawn, he cracked his neck and resigned himself to the waiting game. Hopefully it wouldn't last long.