Post by mouse2 on Apr 10, 2010 0:30:46 GMT -6
—mac daniel presley. Twenty-two. local. n/a.
Technically, Mac shouldn’t have been where he was. He wasn’t a student at Disney Academy and by rights had no reason to be there. And yet he was, in the library to be specific. Why? Well his landlord worked at the school, and had asked him to whips some books by for him. Mac had already dropped them off, along with a stack of tests that needed to be handed back (or something). Mac had just been on his way out, to go home and rest up before what was probably going to be a busy Friday night. But the library had caught his eye. He’d never been a real reader, he was more hands on. But his mother had always loved books, and he felt the need to stop in the library and take a look. Just to pay his Mum respects. That’s why I’m here… He thought to himself as he pushed through the door, peering inside the room. ‘Here’ being the United States… After he’d lost his parents Australia had been too unbearable, he couldn’t live there. So he’d packed up and left the country. Of course, it’d taken ages to finally be approved to move, a few more months to get the preparations in order but he’d made it. He was finally in Orlando. He’d only been there a few months but was already getting the feel of being an official American. Not that it smothered his Aussie pride, he was still a bloke from Down Under, no matter what his passport said.
“Blimey. This one sure is bigger than the one I had in my school…” The tall, brunette Aussie mumbled under his breath as he stepped further inside, letting the door close quietly behind him. He’d been raised in the Outback though, a small town. He hadn’t moved to Sydney until he moved out… Not that that lasted long, a few months and he got a call saying his parents had been caught in a bush fire. Neither had made it out, nor had his dog or young sister. It was tragic, but he didn’t normally tell people about it. He didn’t want their pity, or their apologies. What happened, happened and there was nothing he could do and their pity wouldn’t bring them back. So. He just said family issues made him want to change the way he lived, that he needed some time out of Australia. Most people didn’t pry too much, which was a relief to be sure. Most didn’t really care about his history either though, they just wanted to know about Australia, about Sydney. They wanted to know about Koalas and Kangaroos. If he’d known Steve Irwin. Truthfully? As sad as it was, Mac had never actually seen a live Koala but he had seen Kangaroos.
He let his aqua eyes flit from shelf to shelf as he made his way silently through the shelves, his guest pass bouncing silently against his muscular chest. He felt rather out of place, like he really shouldn’t have been there. In all actually, he fit right in. A lot of students were his age or older, so most teachers wouldn’t pass him a second glance. But he’d never had the urge to pursue secondary education and he felt like he was trespassing. It almost gave him some sort of thrill. You’re such a galah, Red he thought to himself with a soft chuckle, rolling his eyes. What fun was life if you couldn’t laugh at yourself? Red. Hm. He couldn’t even remember where that nickname came from… Obviously his last name, Reddings, but he couldn’t remember who gave him the name. He’d always just been “Red”. Even more so than Mac back home. Here in Orlando most seemed to settle on Mac, which was only fitting really. New place, new home, new style new name. Macavoy. What a silly name he had… Where’d it come from? It was his mother’s maiden surname. Yeah. Her father had insisted upon it. Was it ridiculous? Yes.
He was thinking about his name, and his grumpy grandfather as he turned around another shelf, almost colliding with someone. He leapt aside, his boxer reflexes shooting through his head. His heart gave a jump of surprise though calmed down rather quickly once he’d avoided the collision. “Sorry mate! My head wasn’t really on where I was ‘eaded,” He said quickly, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment while giving a slight grimace. He coughed and forced the grimace into a slight smile, looking apologetic. He pulled it off rather well, despite his almost scary height and size. Not that pulling it off was the right thing to say, he was sorry. He’d given himself a fright, and he’d almost hit them, not the other way around. “I didn’ hit you, did I?” He asked.
mouse. nineteen. mountain.