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maskormenacelogs2016-10-03 11:09 pm
infomodder) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-10-03 11:09 pm
I broke a million hearts just for fun
WHO: Mick + Len + Will
WHERE: Rogue house
WHEN: After Mick's post
WHAT: A soap opera tbh
WARNINGS: Mentions of nudity probably
He arrives without a dog.
Because he is the dog. It's a weird thing, really. He'd worn various names back home, been accused of being a nicknamed killer, but Charcoal? He'd actually liked the burden of that new name. He'd actually enjoyed getting to run around with his tongue hanging out and Matches gnawing on his ears. He'd been fond of Charcoal, and now he had to give up the mantle.
It was a sad day, a burying of identities. He throws on his darkest jeans to reflect this internal funeral. Dark jeans, a green plaid button up, the usual, finds Will Graham at the door of a house he knows better from the floor than his current line of sight. He hasn't considered that his escapes have been noticed. He hasn't thought about it at all. He has no clue that, even clothed, there are folks inside the house or near it who might just find his unruly curls, his height, his skin tone...they might be able to put the pieces together.
As far as Will is concerned, he's just here to give Mick the bad news that there is no Charcoal except for when Will feels like being Charcoal.
He isn't prepared for more than that.
He rings the doorbell after a few seconds of bracing himself for Mick's potential disappointment. Or disgust. Maybe. He's not sure. He just knows the jig is up, the news is out, it's time to finally face facts and go from there.
WHERE: Rogue house
WHEN: After Mick's post
WHAT: A soap opera tbh
WARNINGS: Mentions of nudity probably
He arrives without a dog.
Because he is the dog. It's a weird thing, really. He'd worn various names back home, been accused of being a nicknamed killer, but Charcoal? He'd actually liked the burden of that new name. He'd actually enjoyed getting to run around with his tongue hanging out and Matches gnawing on his ears. He'd been fond of Charcoal, and now he had to give up the mantle.
It was a sad day, a burying of identities. He throws on his darkest jeans to reflect this internal funeral. Dark jeans, a green plaid button up, the usual, finds Will Graham at the door of a house he knows better from the floor than his current line of sight. He hasn't considered that his escapes have been noticed. He hasn't thought about it at all. He has no clue that, even clothed, there are folks inside the house or near it who might just find his unruly curls, his height, his skin tone...they might be able to put the pieces together.
As far as Will is concerned, he's just here to give Mick the bad news that there is no Charcoal except for when Will feels like being Charcoal.
He isn't prepared for more than that.
He rings the doorbell after a few seconds of bracing himself for Mick's potential disappointment. Or disgust. Maybe. He's not sure. He just knows the jig is up, the news is out, it's time to finally face facts and go from there.