06-28-2020, 04:29 AM
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eddie made quite the stir and so, if memphis' curiosity peaked, he is not surprised to hear the familiar squeak of the door where the young medic? has made her grand appearance. maisie, he thinks her name is? wear-eyed in the darkness, her book clung to her chest. he watches as she examines the situation and upon realization, she doesn't hesitate; walking over, she reaches into her satchel. although she politely asks for eddie's hand, memphis doubts she's not willing to take no for an answer. mems respects that, it's why when she reaches the two he takes a step away from eddie's hand, discarding the shard he had into the trashcan beside him.
he fell, he says. quite the fall, memphis thinks, but he isn't really one to prod forward. he isn't really one to demand answers; especially if they ain't got much affect on him knowing or not. he can try and guess, but this was elijah's best friend for fuck's sake. two sides of the same coin. and although elijah still harbored his immaturity, refused to let it go as it'd brought him so far; eddie, on the other hand, was devoid of it over the years the richards and stirlings were apart. ultimately, both held onto their pride. lies to save face was just apart of the bargain. he wanted to keep that? fine. mems gets it, he supposed. eddie was leader, after all.
missing a gun. huh. as maisie takes mem's temporary position as caretaker, mem's leans into the desk once more, snatching up the paper at hand to review; he's silent, as he once more scans the paper in hand, before glancing up at his leader with an raised eyebrow. "when was it last seen?" he asks. it's not a question that he's pain-staked to know, but what's the harm in not knowing is all. in the back of his mind, he knew his brother. he wouldn't be surprised if he somehow managed to misplace it. that's the best case scenario, anyway. with elijah back in a familiar presence, he hoped that he wouldn't do somethin' to fuck it up. sometimes he gave elijah too much credit, though.
"just a lot on my plate at the moment, that's all." he's sure that was; what exactly that lot ensued? eddie didn't explain, and memphis ain't gonna ask. he already felt as if he was crossing boundaries by enterin' in the first place. felt almost as if he was overextending his stay. maybe eddie did need someone to talk to, but who was memphis to take that spot? he wasn't no therapist. there was another richards brother for that, and even all of elijah and mems' bitching drove him away. "i get it," his brother. his longing of the his brother he left behind. the constant dread that followed these two things alone. but nothing could compare to what leadership what was like, and so memphis wouldn't tread further; compare somethin' that couldn't compare.
"one thing you should know about me," memphis exhales, restoring his mug in hand as he pushes himself from the desk once more. "i ain't no snitch." he glances from eddie to maisie. he nods his head, a subtle gesture to dismiss himself, before heading out of the door without another word.
eddie made quite the stir and so, if memphis' curiosity peaked, he is not surprised to hear the familiar squeak of the door where the young medic? has made her grand appearance. maisie, he thinks her name is? wear-eyed in the darkness, her book clung to her chest. he watches as she examines the situation and upon realization, she doesn't hesitate; walking over, she reaches into her satchel. although she politely asks for eddie's hand, memphis doubts she's not willing to take no for an answer. mems respects that, it's why when she reaches the two he takes a step away from eddie's hand, discarding the shard he had into the trashcan beside him.
he fell, he says. quite the fall, memphis thinks, but he isn't really one to prod forward. he isn't really one to demand answers; especially if they ain't got much affect on him knowing or not. he can try and guess, but this was elijah's best friend for fuck's sake. two sides of the same coin. and although elijah still harbored his immaturity, refused to let it go as it'd brought him so far; eddie, on the other hand, was devoid of it over the years the richards and stirlings were apart. ultimately, both held onto their pride. lies to save face was just apart of the bargain. he wanted to keep that? fine. mems gets it, he supposed. eddie was leader, after all.
missing a gun. huh. as maisie takes mem's temporary position as caretaker, mem's leans into the desk once more, snatching up the paper at hand to review; he's silent, as he once more scans the paper in hand, before glancing up at his leader with an raised eyebrow. "when was it last seen?" he asks. it's not a question that he's pain-staked to know, but what's the harm in not knowing is all. in the back of his mind, he knew his brother. he wouldn't be surprised if he somehow managed to misplace it. that's the best case scenario, anyway. with elijah back in a familiar presence, he hoped that he wouldn't do somethin' to fuck it up. sometimes he gave elijah too much credit, though.
"just a lot on my plate at the moment, that's all." he's sure that was; what exactly that lot ensued? eddie didn't explain, and memphis ain't gonna ask. he already felt as if he was crossing boundaries by enterin' in the first place. felt almost as if he was overextending his stay. maybe eddie did need someone to talk to, but who was memphis to take that spot? he wasn't no therapist. there was another richards brother for that, and even all of elijah and mems' bitching drove him away. "i get it," his brother. his longing of the his brother he left behind. the constant dread that followed these two things alone. but nothing could compare to what leadership what was like, and so memphis wouldn't tread further; compare somethin' that couldn't compare.
"one thing you should know about me," memphis exhales, restoring his mug in hand as he pushes himself from the desk once more. "i ain't no snitch." he glances from eddie to maisie. he nods his head, a subtle gesture to dismiss himself, before heading out of the door without another word.
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