2015-04-16 The Fan
This scene is rated Everybody
Warning: N/A
2015-04-16
Players: Daredevil, Phantasm
GMed by NA
Title: The Fan

The neighborhood is primarily residential, with a mix of tenements, apartment blocks, city housing projects, townhouses and renovated rowhouses, and its many retail businesses reflect the ethnic and social diversity of the population. The western part of Chelsea has become a center of the New York art world, with many art galleries located in both new buildings and rehabilitated warehouses.

Greenwich Village, often referred to in New York as simply "the Village", is a largely residential neighborhood on the west side of Lower Manhattan in New York City. A large majority of the district is home to upper middle class families. Greenwich Village, however, was known in the late 19th to mid 20th centuries as an artists' haven, the bohemian capital, and the East Coast birthplace of the Beat movement. What provided the initial attractive character of the community eventually contributed to its gentrification and commercialization.

As the late evening hours roll in and the foot traffic lowers in the Greenwich area, the door to what looks to be a simple brownstone building opens up, holding the door, a man of an asian sort, but he does not walk through.

"Thanks, Wong." Stepping by the man, a dressed down man emerges, lenghtened hair pulled back into a ponytail, and a bit of a slight sweat upon his face as he steps out. His hand moves up, cradling the edge of the backpack strap as he steps out. The recently recharged escrima sticks resting inside, hidden from the view of any passerby. Pulse still a bit high but gradually lowering, it seems that he's been exercising. Mike gives a sigh as the door closes.

"NICK DRAGO!!" As soon as the door closes behind the young man named Mike, an exuberant fan rushes up to him. Her eyes are wide, and her mouth is agape. The embarrassing thing about it is that she's actually not much younger than Mike. She's tan and beach blonde, and her voice is…irritatingly high-pitched. "Omigod Nick Drago you're Nick Drago!!!" She keeps on repeating his name as she bounces up and down. "Can you sign my shirt!!" she asks earnestly. Maybe if he does, she'll leave him alone. Probably not.

Meanwhile, two lawyers are sitting on a bench a few paces away, enjoying some late night coffee. One is a bit on the overweight side with long-ish blond hair, and the other is brown-haired with dark, circular lenses obscuring his eyes. The fan draws their attention, to say the least, with all her squealing, though the one with the sunglasses doesn't turn her way. The blond one does though, and makes a slight snorting sound that resembled a barely stifled laugh.

The door has just closed and Mike's sigh from before seems a minor one. His head turns away from the direction of the yell as he frowns. That particular siren call could only mean one thing to him. It's a shipper. Within moments, the face contorts in the pleasantest of practiced smiles as he turns his head pupils following the motion of the bouncing bim- err- fan, trying to figure out just which branch of fandom she's coming from.

Which branch of fandom? Oh, she is from -all- the branches. If he's thinking of which part of his career she's familiar with. Since he didn't answer just yet, she continues to badger him. "Nick Drago Nick Drago can you sign my shirt pleeeease!" She just has way too much energy.

The two lawyers, Matthew and Foggy, are still listening to/observing the situation. Maybe they should move, because her voice is rather grating, but Foggy seems entertained by it. "She is…very excited." Matt comments offhandedly, because he can tell she is sweating and the skin on her face is -really- hot. Foggy laughs. "No kidding man."

Mike looks to the bouncing girl. Smile still in place as he breathes through the nose. He tilts his head, seemingly giving her all the attention in the world. As he pats his pockets. "I'm sorry but, I don't think I have a pen on me." LIE. There's one in the bag, but it's not exactly a sharpie.

"OH OH that's okay, I have a sharpie!!" She exclaims, and pulls out said marker, handing it to him with all the fervor in the world. She's getting awfully close to him. Like in your personal space close, leaning her head up against his shoulder and standing on her toes…

Uh-oh. There is something Matt has become aware of that probably no one else has. He has a way of…predicting someone else's next move just before they make it, based on well, everything that he can detect with his enhanced perception. The girl's face has gotten even -hotter-, her palms are sweaty and her heart is racing. And she is rubbing her lips together just after putting some nicely scented lip balm on—as if preparing for something…and oh good god, she must have been chewing some kind of candy beforehand that was just -way- too sweet. Her breath is -terrible-.

Suddenly, Matt gets up. "Stay here." he mutters to Foggy, and strides over toward Mike and his adoring fan. He 'accidentally' (on purpose) walks into the girl before she can pull her uhm…stunt.

There is a chorus of "Oh!" and the girl turns around in surprise. Oh, good. Diversion created. Mission accomplished. Murdock then proceeds with a cascade of apologies. Naturally, the young woman shakes her head and smiles—she can't very well make a blind person feel even worse than he already does, right?

As the girl starts approaching closer to him, Mike's pulse races as years of conditioning and some recent past experiences have triggered. Feet already stepping back from her, his glance flits quickly to scan her hands for any objects other than the pen she just handed him. But just as quickly as he reacts, a certain someone disrupts the attempt. He steps back further, giving the apologetic blind man and the unapologetic nutters fan some space to interact. The hell?

Finally, after a lot of apologies and 'No it's okay', the girl's phone goes off. She looks at it, reads a text, and then looks back to Mike. "Whoops, gotta run!" she exclaims. "Friend's waiting for me. It was sooooo amazing meeting you Nick Drago!!" The young woman then skips off, looking as if she were riding some clouds despite her failed attempt to get an autograph and uh…kiss him.

Matt listens to her footsteps retreating until they are out of range. Phew. He chuckles. "One of the perks of a successful career, I suppose." the lawyer comments. He grew up in Hell's Kitchen, too. "Greysong, right?"

While the girl runs off, Mike takes a deep breath, giving a forced chuckle. "Yeah. A perk." The emphasis of the last word is anything but supporting of that agreement. He pauses, looking over to Murdock, "Amongst other things, yeah." His head tilts slightly, eyes setting upon the glasses and cane. "…Murdock?"

Matthew nods, smirking slightly. "The one and only." With a mother who abandoned the family, no siblings and a dead father, it was pretty much true. "Well, almost everything has its benefits and advantages." Yes, even being blind. "But hopefully your career has more of the good than the bad?"

Mike's smile fades. But being that the person he's speaking to is obiously blind, he doesn't feel a need to hide that. But he does maintain a practiced pleasant tone, "Yes, it has been rather good. Keeps me very busy." The hand clinches on the bookbag strap as he looks to Matt's cane holding hand. "There's a lot of traveling involved. So I end up seeing a lot of places, so that's a perk I guess."

Matt may not be able to see the smile fade from Mike's face, but he does pick up on the 'rehearsed' tone of voice he is using. Someone of his status would understandbly be rather practiced at it. Just like Murdock is rather practiced at pretending to be a 'normal' blind person. "You don't sound very confident in that." he comments, in regard to the agreement with it being 'good' overall.

Matt's comment jars Mike from his observation as he looks towards Matt's face, "I-" He pauses, "It has it's perks. I'll give you that. But does the good outweigh the bad? It depends on the person."

"Of course." Matt agrees with a nod. "Almost everything depends on the person. But what about when that person is you?"

The musician grows quiet as he just stares at the lawyer. Shaking his head, "After Greysong, my career rocketed. I make good money doing what I do. I get to travel the world. I get to look through piles of fan letters. I have a film career as well. But I would much rather be playing with all of my bandmates again. Which is something I never will get to do again. But the worst part is even if I was given the option to lose it all to have them all back, I know that I should not allow myself to go for that." The frown deepens. "So, tell me. Do you think this is good overall?"

Matt frowns slightly. "Sounds to me as if you don't think it is. But why shouldn't you, if you had the option?" he asks. "What happened to your band?"

Mike's mouth clenches, as he looks past Matt, "It died." The musician sighs, growing a bit irritated as he starts to think back to that time. "I got to go. Flight to cath."

Matt suddenly feels a pang of grief for the young man…even though he wasn't very specific about what happened, the lawyer gets the feeling that whatever happened was rather tragic. He nods. "I understand."

"Hey," Murdock reaches out to pat Mike on the shoulder reassuringly. "Keep looking up, Michael." He then lets go and heads back to rejoin Foggy.

The musician lingers where he stands as he watches Matt make his way back towards Foggy. "Yeah. Later, Murdock." He replies, before walking off his own direction

~fin~

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