Michael Guerin [Roswell NM] (ineverlookaway) wrote in evaluation, @ 2019-10-21 10:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | !rooms: one: day one, roswell: alex manes, roswell: michael guerin |
Who: Alex Manes and Michael Guerin
What: Surprise! The guy you offered to help is the one guy you're trying to avoid!
Where: Taxidermy/Room 13
When: After Alex's netpost
Warnings: Will update if necessary
Status: Incomplete
Michael didn't thrive on sitting around doing nothing. He had a genius IQ, and a secret lab under his trailer back home where he was trying to reconstruct an intergallactic space ship. He needed to keep busy, to keep his mind occupied. Especially now, when the down time just meant time to think about things he didn't want to think about.
He was so off balance in this place that he'd very nearly revealed to a complete stranger that he had Jedi mind trick powers. Not that it mattered, his telekensis wasn't working. There wasn't even a spark. But it was still something he didn't want to reveal. Especially to someone he didn't even know.
Maybe he shouldn't have offered to help the guy with the taxidermy room. That shit was creepy as fuck. But it was also something to do, and that was what had Michael reaching out. Offering to help. Because it would give him a badly needed distraction. Surely being around stuffed critters would keep his mind from thinking about Alex and how badly he'd fucked things up and...
He made his way to the taxidermy room, rounded the corner and gave a light, if unnecessary, knock to the open door. And then he saw the man he'd offered to help, and his heart quite literally skipped a beat. "Alex." He murmured. For fucking shit. Of all the people in this place, the one guy he offers to help is the one guy in the whole fucking world he was trying to avoid.
Alex's back was to him, he could slip out of the room unseen. But now that he was here, he couldn't walk away. He was frozen on the spot. Staring at the back of the airman's head.