[ Casual contact isn't something that happens easily, with Agent Maine. He doesn't gesticulate haphazardly or move without direction. His body language is purposeful and closed-off; he's more likely to be seen with his arms folded or his hands curled into fists at his side than to appear relaxed. Even in gatherings, he stands removed from others, deliberately placing himself on the fringes of groups.
No, casual contact isn't something that happens easily. But somehow, skin has touched skin — a handshake? a brush to his bare arm? accidentally running into the seven-foot-tall wall of muscle that is a stationary Maine? — and the memories are flowing.
Many of Maine's memories are tinted shades of red — filled with blood, violence, and rage. A training session utilizing live ammunition; a skyscraper crumbling around him; a high-speed car chase that ends with nine bullets in Maine's neck. Rarer are moments of camaraderie, either with fellow Freelancers or with other soldiers, when he was younger and not yet "Agent Maine."
Whatever memory it may be, it's too late to stop it — even as Maine immediately pulls away from the contact. ]
( ooc: lmk which memory you choose, and i'll write it up in my reply to you! alternatively, i'm down with maine being the recipient of memory-exchange /o/ )
tranquility
[ Someone should probably inform Maine that this is a time for sharing. Because, from the looks of it, he's trying to devour everything.
Whether he could or not is a topic for debate. Maine is a massive man, after all: seven feet tall, four hundred pounds of muscle, and built like he could throw a car. (Spoiler alert: he can.) Left to his own devices, he might be able to scarf down a whole table's worth of food. It might be worth watching to find out ... but then there'd be nothing left for anyone else.
Try to slow the big guy down? Sit back and stare? Or attempt to get him to pass the potatoes? ]
wildcard
( ooc: got another idea? toss something my way and we'll see what we can do. :) as a note: maine is mute and communicates through growls, grunts, and body language. if i don't give you enough to work with in a tag, please let me know so i can adjust! ♥ )
agent maine | red vs. blue
[ Casual contact isn't something that happens easily, with Agent Maine. He doesn't gesticulate haphazardly or move without direction. His body language is purposeful and closed-off; he's more likely to be seen with his arms folded or his hands curled into fists at his side than to appear relaxed. Even in gatherings, he stands removed from others, deliberately placing himself on the fringes of groups.
No, casual contact isn't something that happens easily. But somehow, skin has touched skin — a handshake? a brush to his bare arm? accidentally running into the seven-foot-tall wall of muscle that is a stationary Maine? — and the memories are flowing.
Many of Maine's memories are tinted shades of red — filled with blood, violence, and rage. A training session utilizing live ammunition; a skyscraper crumbling around him; a high-speed car chase that ends with nine bullets in Maine's neck. Rarer are moments of camaraderie, either with fellow Freelancers or with other soldiers, when he was younger and not yet "Agent Maine."
Whatever memory it may be, it's too late to stop it — even as Maine immediately pulls away from the contact. ]
( ooc: lmk which memory you choose, and i'll write it up in my reply to you! alternatively, i'm down with maine being the recipient of memory-exchange /o/ )
tranquility
[ Someone should probably inform Maine that this is a time for sharing. Because, from the looks of it, he's trying to devour everything.
Whether he could or not is a topic for debate. Maine is a massive man, after all: seven feet tall, four hundred pounds of muscle, and built like he could throw a car. (Spoiler alert: he can.) Left to his own devices, he might be able to scarf down a whole table's worth of food. It might be worth watching to find out ... but then there'd be nothing left for anyone else.
Try to slow the big guy down? Sit back and stare? Or attempt to get him to pass the potatoes? ]
wildcard
( ooc: got another idea? toss something my way and we'll see what we can do. :) as a note: maine is mute and communicates through growls, grunts, and body language. if i don't give you enough to work with in a tag, please let me know so i can adjust! ♥ )