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hadriel_logs2016-08-01 09:00 am
torrefied) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-08-01 09:00 am
you're gone away but you'll come back someday.
Who: Mello and Near.
What: Mello returns after being on the lam and serving out his community service sentence; feels ensue.
Where: Casa Wammy's (house #1202)
When: August 1
Warnings: Maybe some swearing.
Mello's first stop after being officially released from the ridiculous community service sentence the City Guard shoved on him isn't the house where he'd been staying with Near before Silent Hill came to Hadriel - it's Rage's armory. Firearms and explosives have always been Mello's weapons of choice, but they're in short supply here, and if the past month and change has shown him anything, it's that he could stand to be better armed. Swords and such won't be of any use to him unless he learns how to properly wield such things, but knives don't require as much skill to use, so that's what he searches for among the stash of weapons, selecting three of acceptable size and weight and slipping them into his jacket pocket.
Then, he heads toward the house - hood up over his head, unshaded eyes alert to the landscape, watching for signs of anyone who might be following him. No one is, of course, but in Mello's mind, with regard to this issue of security, there's no such thing as taking too many precautions.
A curiously tight feeling wraps around inside of his chest as the house comes into view - nerves? He thinks that must be it, but why would he be nervous about something like seeing Near again? Maybe simply because he anticipates there will be additional fallout from his accumulated failures over the past months that they've both been here. He's dealt with the public consequences, paid for his miscalculations with his own blood and labor, but privately - well, that's bound to be a different matter, and Mello isn't sure what to expect. Of course he would be nervous. Cause identified, he forges ahead, swallowing down his anxiety as he paces up the steps to the front door. He doesn't knock, just digs his phone out of his pocket and dials Near directly; when the other line picks up, he only says, very simply: "I'm here." Let me in goes without saying.
What: Mello returns after being on the lam and serving out his community service sentence; feels ensue.
Where: Casa Wammy's (house #1202)
When: August 1
Warnings: Maybe some swearing.
Mello's first stop after being officially released from the ridiculous community service sentence the City Guard shoved on him isn't the house where he'd been staying with Near before Silent Hill came to Hadriel - it's Rage's armory. Firearms and explosives have always been Mello's weapons of choice, but they're in short supply here, and if the past month and change has shown him anything, it's that he could stand to be better armed. Swords and such won't be of any use to him unless he learns how to properly wield such things, but knives don't require as much skill to use, so that's what he searches for among the stash of weapons, selecting three of acceptable size and weight and slipping them into his jacket pocket.
Then, he heads toward the house - hood up over his head, unshaded eyes alert to the landscape, watching for signs of anyone who might be following him. No one is, of course, but in Mello's mind, with regard to this issue of security, there's no such thing as taking too many precautions.
A curiously tight feeling wraps around inside of his chest as the house comes into view - nerves? He thinks that must be it, but why would he be nervous about something like seeing Near again? Maybe simply because he anticipates there will be additional fallout from his accumulated failures over the past months that they've both been here. He's dealt with the public consequences, paid for his miscalculations with his own blood and labor, but privately - well, that's bound to be a different matter, and Mello isn't sure what to expect. Of course he would be nervous. Cause identified, he forges ahead, swallowing down his anxiety as he paces up the steps to the front door. He doesn't knock, just digs his phone out of his pocket and dials Near directly; when the other line picks up, he only says, very simply: "I'm here." Let me in goes without saying.