( ooc— honestly fam, it sure has been A Month. it's! fine! )
( marc doesn't respond, not immediately. instead, he takes john in — the raised hands, the attempt at an unthreatening tone, the general dishevelment that, while not quite a mirror of marc's, isn't all that different. they're perhaps not too far off in age, though with the harsh shadows cast by the neon lights, it's hard to say for sure, but marc has both height and bulk on john, so whatever happens next, it won't be met with concern from marc.
the uneven paving underfoot crunches as marc shifts his weight, though he continues to hold the truncheon low, keeps his stance open. it's hard to say it's unthreatening, given the body slumped on the floor, but marc doesn't seem immediately prepared to do the same to john — at least, not without provocation.
(he doesn't attempt to say that it wasn't him; as far as anyone else is concerned, a man in a white suit had done this and, well, marc is a man in a white suit who's made a fairly prominent point of being a nuisance late at night. it could have been him, and depending on what the man — kid? twenty-something, probably, an age that's young enough to feel invincible, but old enough to know better — had been up to, there's a very solid chance it would have been marc.)
his acknowledgement's an inelegant grunt and, ) So who is it you want? Him, ( punctuated by an open-palmed gesture with his non-dominant hand towards the body. ) Or me?
( it's asked instead of 'what do you want?' or even 'so why are you staying?' it doesn't quite do the job of either question, but in theory the answer will let him know how CONCERNED he needs to be — whether this is incidental, an unfortunate happenstance late at night, or whether either he or the kid had people looking for them. )
no subject
( marc doesn't respond, not immediately. instead, he takes john in — the raised hands, the attempt at an unthreatening tone, the general dishevelment that, while not quite a mirror of marc's, isn't all that different. they're perhaps not too far off in age, though with the harsh shadows cast by the neon lights, it's hard to say for sure, but marc has both height and bulk on john, so whatever happens next, it won't be met with concern from marc.
the uneven paving underfoot crunches as marc shifts his weight, though he continues to hold the truncheon low, keeps his stance open. it's hard to say it's unthreatening, given the body slumped on the floor, but marc doesn't seem immediately prepared to do the same to john — at least, not without provocation.
(he doesn't attempt to say that it wasn't him; as far as anyone else is concerned, a man in a white suit had done this and, well, marc is a man in a white suit who's made a fairly prominent point of being a nuisance late at night. it could have been him, and depending on what the man — kid? twenty-something, probably, an age that's young enough to feel invincible, but old enough to know better — had been up to, there's a very solid chance it would have been marc.)
his acknowledgement's an inelegant grunt and, ) So who is it you want? Him, ( punctuated by an open-palmed gesture with his non-dominant hand towards the body. ) Or me?
( it's asked instead of 'what do you want?' or even 'so why are you staying?' it doesn't quite do the job of either question, but in theory the answer will let him know how CONCERNED he needs to be — whether this is incidental, an unfortunate happenstance late at night, or whether either he or the kid had people looking for them. )