Who | Cormac Mclaggen [Stand alone, but open if someone wants to pop in] When | Sunday, April 16th Where | The Gym What | Repercussions of his Egg Rating | Low Status | Log. Possible Thread.
Since he hadn’t been scheduled to be at the Murky till that evening and had missed the drama with Lavender and the eggs, he’d been somewhat surprised by the comment from Montgomery regarding one such egg with his name on it. Half of him wanted to leave it. If it had shocked her when she had tried to touch it than he had no interest in touching it himself. Of course, once the journals had erupted with the bickering over the eggs he’d figured it was probably better just to go get the damn thing before he had a bigger problem on his hands.
Once he’d gotten the egg, however, it hadn’t taken very long for it to spit out what had been waiting for him inside. At first it had just looked like an ordinary piece of paper, but when he had opened it and looked closer he was pretty quick to realize what it was. It was a birth certificate. Not just any birth certificate, of course. It was Wyatt’s birth certificate.
He’d been so relieved waking up on the Island. Too relieved, in fact. It wasn’t that he was suddenly on some beach vacation. He’d latched onto the possibility of escape from the overwhelming pressure he’d felt since Wyatt’s birth. It was one thing to have people mention the fact that he’d had a son. Having that birth certificate in his hand, his own signature standing out to him in bold lettering, brought the reality of it all back down onto him.
That panic and, now, the guilt to go along with it. It didn’t matter that Wyatt wasn’t here. Cormac knew he was back where he should be. He knew that he, himself, was there and trying to step into shoes he was positive he’d never be able to fill. Who did Wyatt really have to care for him? Marissa? That was laughable. He wasn’t an idiot. They barely tolerated each other. He knew damn well she wasn’t there for him or for Wyatt. Wyatt meant she had a way into a lifestyle she wanted. Not only did he have to fulfill his role as a parent, he had to fulfill his role as the only parent. To have someone rely on him to that degree...
Stuffing the certificate into his pocket, he’d turned and left the Market. He was supposed to be working that evening but he really wasn’t in the mind to worry too much about skipping out on a shift. Delphine could do what she wanted, especially after the little gift she’d given him. Heading past the pub he went for the Gym. He’d already been feeling restless with the lack of activity and this had just pushed him over the edge. He needed to work off some of this stress.
Deciding cardio was probably the way to go, he moved to the treadmill. He didn’t ease into it, he needed the quick rise and the intensity. He didn’t want the time for his thoughts to wander. It didn’t take him long to work up a sweat and he didn’t slow down when he did. He just kept running, ignoring the heat. It was the least of his concerns.
No matter how much he ran, however, or how fast he pushed he couldn’t quite get his mind off the piece of paper in his pocket. It was burning a hole in it. Turning off the treadmill, he swore under his breath. Having not entirely been prepared for his impromptu workout, he tugged off his shirt and used it to wipe his face off. “Fuck,” he swore again, slinging it over his shoulder as he jumped down. He didn’t know why he was still thinking about this. It wasn’t as thought there was anything he could do. He was stuck on this island. Even if he wanted to try and get his shit together he was stuck here.
He had a bloody kid ... a useless significant other ... and he was stuck on an island outside of time. All in all, he was pretty fucking screwed.