Post by Maverick Tatum on Oct 18, 2022 13:13:48 GMT
Maverick did not feel. At least not in a way that he understood, his emotions were a thing all of their own and still at the moment giddy sat in the center. His development was coming along nicely as he found himself having to tuck his hair back behind his ears now as he swooped it up in a nice little man bun but still some of it hung on the edges as he let out a breath, one that was not good or bad it simply helped him to continue to breathe which was important. At this point in time it was what he considered thinking time and it was not good or bad but it was a lot of black and white. No real point, no real push to anything going on in his career but none the less a whole fucking eight slices of pizza important to his development, in other words whole to him as a person.
"What's the date?" he asked into his phone. It was new, sleek and more importantly had a cherry finish that every carpenter would no doubt get off on if it was allowed, hell it even did weird things to him if he stared at it too long which he was careful not to do. "October 18th," Siri or Cortana replied for being a still simple man the model and maker of the phone did not matter as long as he could access what he needed. Still Maverick nodded as he put his phone down and stood up and began to pace. "A week would be the 25th," he said as he put his fingers up because while it was a habit that was yet to be introduced and flushed out it was slowly peeking it's way through.
"That should be enough time," he said as his fingers begin to move slowly. It was sadly a habit as a child that his parents had tried to break but Maverick liked it. Being able to feel his fingers and watch them was important. "Hey talking machine automated thing make a note for me would you?" He had to really learn to address his phone better but the way that he went through phones why would he get attached. "Remind me to go live, October 25th, subject matter pending." He had an idea abut the truth was that it could change between now and then though he seriously doubted it. "Next task, attic climbing. If you don't hear from me in about three minutes, dial emergency services."
A major part of his development had started a few days ago and it was true that it was coded as a puzzle and that in the end Beckett was going to get the most relevance out of it but still he had his small corner piece to position, which was why against every fiber of his being he was climbing up into his attic. He simply knew with the draft in this old house, these old stomping grounds that it was covered in spiders and worse than that memories of the core, his core, his emotions, things that he was sure he had locked away due to trauma or simply being care-free. No worries those would remain locked away for now, for he was simply looking for one thing, one puzzle, containing two hundred and fifty pieces but still four corners at the end of the day. He pulled on the string and heard the creaks of dryness as the ladder came down and he looked at it. It was so wobbly but it would get him up into the attic as he climbed it and put his hand up and pulled another string, illuminating the room with light.
During his childhood his parents had not allowed him to do 'normal' things so Maverick had spent a lot of time doing puzzles which he had taught Beckett about, my how he was biting that now that she had informed him of his idea, none the less he found his favorite from childhood and pulled it towards him and eventually down with himself as he put the ladder back up, with one hand and made sure that the attic door was secure. He took a seat and opened it and his eyes widened at the pieces. "I just need the corners," he said knowing that was lying before him was a damn near impossible "pick the right one" task so he poured all the pieces on the floor. He stared at them as he flipped them image up as he heard his phone speak. "Incoming match alert for Maverick Tatum,"
"Not now, I am busy. I will check it in a few days." He was giddy about that alert but he had to get this sorted, literally and figuratively first. Maverick shook his head and spread his fingers as he began to sort the pieces. "AH-ha!" he said as he found two of the corner pieces and put them above the mess that was forming around him. This was a slow development but crucial as he took a second and felt a flash of regret already about agreeing to do this. "I really need to check over Becket's socials," he said as he picked up his phone and got where he needed to be. "Damn this girl has the most boring social media ever, not to mention the damn ads all over the place from other people's socials."
His eyes flickered a minute as he went through Beckett's hashtags, as an ad popped up on his screen. "Fucking ads, please stop. No I do not want to buy a damn Christmas Tree in the middle of October, can Halloween at least come and go first so I can get those damn big candy bars?" Why was the internet like this? Everywhere you freaking looked Ad, after Ad, after well Ad of course. "Oh wait I like this one," he said as he panned his phone up. "That sleep machine is still on sell, only now it's ten percent off. Everyone needs one of those." That idea had just fallen into his lap but it was still genuis. "Incoming Match Alert for Maverick Tatum," his phone spoke again as Maverick dropped it into the pile of scattered puzzle pieces. "I heard you the first time and I will get around to it but this is first," he said as he found the third corner piece and picked up the top of the puzzle box to see what the missing corner piece looked like.
"Okay," he said as his eyes shifted to the side. "Wow, even back in the day, way back in 2018, they had ads on boxes." That was a mind blowing concept to him. "Is life, has life always been just ad after ad? Is this why I'm so addicted to social media?" Well at least now he was actually addressing it as he heard his phone again as he found the fourth corner piece. "Look Siri, or is it Cortana? Hell can I call u Alexa?" Once again why were there so many names. "I am just going to call you Becky, I like that. Becky I got it, I just need to start this also, development is good for this." Shit. However as he looked at the four corners, it literally hit him like an invisible strike of smoke and lightning, "Fine, fine, who's the match against?" he asked as he picked up his phone....
[TBC]
[notes: if you are for some reason following maverick's story, this will be continued in his match thread for the upcoming event for the 31st, lol.]