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Ernest (Ernie/Ern) Macmillan (ernsthename) wrote in pandorarpg,
@ 2011-12-26 21:00:00

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!status: complete, ^date: november 09 2003, character: ernie macmillan, character: zacharias smith

Who: Ernie Macmillan and Zacharias Smith
What: A breakfast time encounter.
Where: The Daily Grind; A small cafe close to Diagon Alley.
When: November 9, 8:00 AM.
Rating: Worksafe, maybe; Maybe some swearing.

The past couple of days--or just over a week--made for "character-building" days. Ernie was still in a bit of disbelief over the events of the past couple of days in particular...just since he was trying his best to be reasonable, and it all just backfired. After Justin's party, he had spent the better part of the time that he wasn't preparing for, attending, and recovering from the DA meeting cleaning out the ever-present smell of alcohol that seemed to penetrate everything in his flat. The smell has since gone stale, but was far more subtle than the initial drenching--Ern wasn't sure which was worse, but was determined to get the smell out by the time he returned to work.

The heavy bag of gold coins sat on the coffee table next to the candy dish, as if asking for someone to remove it. Ernie knew that he'd have to return it to Zacharias, even if it appeared to be gifted. The man was drunk, after all. And besides that, he didn't need Smith's money. He wasn't in the least like his parents--even if he did have his own aspirations. And he would protest that he was doing rather well for himself. He still had trouble determining how he would react to Zacharias, as he felt a mixture of pity and anger at the person...he had always wondered whether these feelings were compatible. Apparently they were.

Ernie considered seeking out Zacharias sometime later that day, after a coffee (or two), and was waiting in line for his first large coffee.

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overlooked
2011-12-31 12:43 am UTC (link)

Zacharias laughed. Honestly laughed. He didn't think that was half of what Ernie wanted to say, but it was a start. Not that any of it really meant anything because it chock full of all the things that pissed him off about his peers in the first place.

"I can respect people who deserve respect." And he could when he had to. Zacharias Smith knew his place in the world, he just had no intention to suffer fools. However, seeing that line of conversation would get him nowhere he shook his head.

"You don't hate me because you like most people aren't capable of hate." Hate was something special, it took a good amount of commitment to get right. And Zacharias had that sort of determination because some days it was all he wanted to define him. Maybe that was pathetic, but he didn't shy away from the fact that his life was something like a disaster, especially now.

"But, hey, that's all right my life is a fucking fun fare right now. Last week I was found with Potter's body, if people don't think I did it myself, they think I've been paid off, my father was murdered, my mother is a bitch, and you all get your knickers in a twist because a surprise party got ruined." Ernie thought he needed five years with a trained professional to sort out his issues and maybe he did, but given everything he had been dealing with, including the things he mentioned and others he hadn't, he thought he was doing reasonably well.

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ernsthename
2011-12-31 02:01 am UTC (link)

"I'd rather be incapable of hate than to be incapable of stopping it from consuming me," Ern said rather abruptly, quite put off by Smith's laughter. Oh he had more, but it wasn't right to be speaking of such things in public, especially in front of muggles. "You speak of it as if it's some sort of enviable trait--maybe that's just another indicator of how just damned fucked up your perspective just happens to be."

"And you haven't done everything you can to keep yourself safe--or even sane for that matter, Mr. Public-Relations-Disaster-in-one-fell-swoop. If you haven't noticed there are more things going on, and if you don't take care you'll get yourself killed. Not that this seems to matter to you, does it?"

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overlooked
2011-12-31 02:18 am UTC (link)

"Which is relevant to things how?" Because safe and sane were clearly the important things from the other side of the pitch that needed to be brought up. It never really stopped, did it? "General opinion does seem to be that I would be better off dead, so I'm not even sure why it matters to you."

Zacharias wouldn't deny that his view of the world wasn't normal. It probably wasn't even healthy, but it was the one ingrained into him as a child and then built upon his whole life. As far as Zacharias Smith was concerned all people were bastards until proven otherwise and the only way to survive was to push before you got overtaken.

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ernsthename
2011-12-31 02:36 am UTC (link)

"Well no one has the right to complain about life being so fucking terrible, and having everyone hate them if they've managed to make the problems worse through their own actions. Sure life can be terrible, but you still have a choice with how you react."

"I'm not even sure why I bother sometimes," he said, trying to tone it down a bit since he had noticed some of the glances. He suddenly wasn't really hungry anymore, and if anything he was far too wound up to really benefit from coffee. "I don't think this is getting anywhere." He quickly moved past Zacharias towards the door.

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overlooked
2011-12-31 04:00 am UTC (link)

"I tried to tell you that when you invited yourself to sit down," he said as Ernie walked passed. Watching him leave, Zacharias felt relieved. Almost like he had won something here, but it was a small victory if it was one at all. His life was 'fucking terrible' and he didn't whinge about it. While Zacharias had been planning to leave a moment ago, he decided to sit back down and wait a few minutes. The last thing he needed now was to stumble into Ernie again when he was just free of him.

He could even take the few extra moments to go over the plan for the rest of the day. There was still time before he met with the realtor, he definitely owed Roger something for last night, and beyond that he could just go where his whims took him.

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