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Streets Outside MCA, Sunday Evening
Apr. 28th, 2024 05:05 pmAfter the fight yesterday, Atton had taken an outrageously long shower at the hotel. Then he'd curled up in a little corner of his room for a while to think about his life.
(Then he'd gotten sick of that and watched several hours' worth of Property Brothers, but it was probably better not to get into that one.)
The next morning, the contemplative state still hung around him, and he had nowhere to put it; too many breakthroughs to avoid maybe, or maybe he'd just been spending so much time in his head none of it really made sense anymore. So he got to walking, first a big lap around the island, then a quick brush past the school, into town, and... everywhere.
Everywhere but the one place he'd been avoiding for most of his time here. Even now, Atton reflected as he looked up at the MCA building, he had absolutely zero interest in going inside. Too many memories.
"So hey, Sparks," he said quietly. "Don't know why I'm talking to you out loud or something, but... yeah. I just... wanted you to know that I don't know if you meant to ditch me, or you just meant to ditch everyone else and I got stuck in the crossfire, or something else happened, but whatever it was, it's okay."
He scuffed the dirt with his toe. "Gonna have to ask your understanding now, though. I mean, it'll be just my luck, I'll say all this and go and you pop up here next week. But I have to let all of this go. I have to go-- figure out if maybe I can actually get my shit together somewhere else. And if I do, well, if you ever find out, you'll probably think I got hit in the head or something, or maybe the world's gone upside down. But it's about time, I think."
He cleared his throat. "Okay, now I feel like a dumbass," he said, louder. "And I've got Miley Cyrus back in my head. Ugh." Another one of those things that would probably convince Sparkle he'd lost it. Ah well.
He turned on his heel, and walked back onto the street. Probably to wander for the next couple of hours, looking for more of a train of thought to grab on to, or maybe avoiding something.
Humming karking 'Used to Be Young' under his breath the whole way, like an absolute dork, but whatever.
[[ open if you want to run into him! ]]
(Then he'd gotten sick of that and watched several hours' worth of Property Brothers, but it was probably better not to get into that one.)
The next morning, the contemplative state still hung around him, and he had nowhere to put it; too many breakthroughs to avoid maybe, or maybe he'd just been spending so much time in his head none of it really made sense anymore. So he got to walking, first a big lap around the island, then a quick brush past the school, into town, and... everywhere.
Everywhere but the one place he'd been avoiding for most of his time here. Even now, Atton reflected as he looked up at the MCA building, he had absolutely zero interest in going inside. Too many memories.
"So hey, Sparks," he said quietly. "Don't know why I'm talking to you out loud or something, but... yeah. I just... wanted you to know that I don't know if you meant to ditch me, or you just meant to ditch everyone else and I got stuck in the crossfire, or something else happened, but whatever it was, it's okay."
He scuffed the dirt with his toe. "Gonna have to ask your understanding now, though. I mean, it'll be just my luck, I'll say all this and go and you pop up here next week. But I have to let all of this go. I have to go-- figure out if maybe I can actually get my shit together somewhere else. And if I do, well, if you ever find out, you'll probably think I got hit in the head or something, or maybe the world's gone upside down. But it's about time, I think."
He cleared his throat. "Okay, now I feel like a dumbass," he said, louder. "And I've got Miley Cyrus back in my head. Ugh." Another one of those things that would probably convince Sparkle he'd lost it. Ah well.
He turned on his heel, and walked back onto the street. Probably to wander for the next couple of hours, looking for more of a train of thought to grab on to, or maybe avoiding something.
Humming karking 'Used to Be Young' under his breath the whole way, like an absolute dork, but whatever.
[[ open if you want to run into him! ]]
