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Anthony couldn't help but smile. He had to admit he hadn't expected Daniel to actually head off towards the mail with him. It was rather pleasant actually, and it was helpful to fighting off the fear he felt trying crash down upon him. Or, at least it had until he let himself dwell on it for a moment. Now his muscles were beginning to tense up and he could feel his blood began to race through his veins.

As Anthony and Daniel approached the front, Anthony caught a glance of Vale and the new tenant, the one with all the animals. However, he didn't linger to watch their interaction, he had to stay on goal; collect mail, get back to apartment, calm down, finish work, and then finally sleep. Not even aware if Daniel was still accompanying him or not, he made it to hos mail and quickly retrieved it. Turning around, Anthony set back to his apartment, with what felt like the world itself bearing down on him. Mouthing to himself as he went a small wish of sorts one he said quite a bit. If only the world was a smaller place, then it wouldn't be so heavy and crippling.
I'll try to post tomorrow. My weekend has been busy, friends from out of town, MTG, and a concert. Dead tired.
Anthony couldn't help but smile at Daniel's offer. It was so nice to have such kind people living in the same building as him. It was extremely beneficial, as while out of his room Anthony felt rather tense, skittish, and such, the interaction with others always made it better, it gave him something to concentrate on. Even at that moment he could feel his rather intense panic subside some. He wasn't particularly calm in any fashion yet, but calmer, that would be true.

He went to speak but paused for a moment to offer a small quick wave in return to that of a rushing Vale. Focusing back on Daniel, Anthony replied, "Just checking on my mail. Though, I guess you could join me." With a small chuckle, mainly to himself, he continued, "I must say though I can't promise it'll be too exhilarating, I'm kind of running on fumes here."
As the others disappeared from the booth Søren slowly followed. Looking at the workers and other customers he noticed some of them smiling bemusedly. Apparently there were some, besides the rest of The Harbingers, who found his storytelling skills to be quite entertaining. Being in the back of the group as they exited, he was easily able to wait for the others to exit the building first. Pausing at the exit Søren spun to face the rest of the people in the dining establishment, with exaggerated flair he bowed as if he were the lead performer in a Broadway musical, and he was the reason for the crowd's standing ovation. Rising from his bow he quickly threw kisses to the imaginary crowd, and slipped through the door without a single word.

Once outside Søren focused his attention back on his bandmates. Parker was headed towards Jill's driver seat. He observed his friend quickly, Parker looked in good condition to drive, no longer 'tired' it seemed. Hearing that he would not be able to drive Jill anytime soon, Søren shrugged. "I'm cool with not driving anytime soon, after all I just wanted to drive her at least once and well, achievement complete."

Skipping towards the van the bassist smiled at the suggestion of movies. He was most assuredly happy with watch movies until they crashed. "Movies until crashing? That's perfect by me. I vote we watch Tarzan, because for some reason its music is stuck in my head, or rather in my heart." It was with that exuberantly stated That Søren began to croon You'll Be In My Heart to his companions. No one can fight Disney movies, no one.
The desk was covered in papers, what were once nice organized stacks now held only some small semblance of their former state. With a groan of exhaustion Anthony stood stretching his arms as he rose, this new client was just tiring. Glancing down at the papers he couldn't stop a sigh from slipping through his lips, these weren't even all the papers he needed, there were still some that he needed to fetch from his mail downstairs. Turning his direction to a small clock on the wall. It was a little after twelve, he had not only apparently worked through the night but a meal as well.

Calling it good enough for now Anthony exited his office. The plan now was to eat something, preferably food, and then promptly crash in his bed and forget the world for a few hours. Starting towards the kitchen he hesitated, despite just calling his work done he thought about how sitting downstairs was the last thing he needed to complete the work for this client. Immediately, he regretted thinking it. Walking towards the door to his apartment he grabbed the tan trench coat from the closet and slipped it on. With a deep breath he opened the door and stepped out.

Once outside he immediately drew into himself. Even though he had lived in the building for five years and was used to the layout, he still felt the fear begin to gnaw on him as he made his way through the terrifying stretch of space from his door to the stairs. Anthony's steps were quick and his heart was beginning to pound. By the time he reached the stairs he realized lack of sleep didn't help with things like this. Continuing down he let his mind wander in hopes of coping better.

He was snapped back to his surroundings as he collided with another person. It took a second for him together his bearings, he wasn't on the stairs anymore in fact he was almost to his destination. Looking down he saw a tall, well dressed blonde, it could only be Daniel. Immediately, he began to apologize. "Ah, I'm sorry. Are you alright"
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His eyes were fixed upon his bandmates as they all went through similar reactions to his shirt idea. In all honesty Søren hadn't expected such great reactions, not to say he didn't expect positive reactions, just not such amusing ones. It was probably one of the few times Lucy had told him to keep speaking, then again he was usually teasing her and Parker, then there was Matt's rather violent coughing fit during his reaction and finally their was Parker's, and despite how close they were Søren was fine without the kiss. To all of this he nodded with a very placated look on his face, just waiting for the rest of the table's occupants to finish their words. Once the others finished Søren slowly caught all their eyes one by one. Clearing his throat and adjusting an invisible and incorporeal, or imaginary if you prefer, tie at his neck the bassist began his replies in a rather sophisticated and genial voice, "Firstly, I must thank you all for your generous comments on my idea, your positive responses are very good news. Now then, Autumn Illness. I must say I personally would love for it to have more 'oomph' as you say." Going to continue Søren let the voice die and reverted back to his normal voice. "Fuck speaking like that it is really, really awkward. How do fancy people survive a single one of their galas or whatever they're called." Sighing. "Whatever. Anyways Luce I do believe you asked how I came up with this beautifully wonderful, kickass, fantastically delightful idea." Leaning in towards the table Søren began in a whisper. "Twas a day just like any other, of my days, with just one exception, this day twas the day that the Fates decided to change my entire life." Leaning back he held out his hands in the shape of a cup. " Twas the day that I would be allowed to drink from the cup of the Muses themselves. It was after a day's work and I found myself in a weary state upon the couch in mine and Parker's dwelling. My mind was weak from the day and my fingers were worn from the playing of Nete who sat beside me in all her splendor. It was as I was reaching for Nete to place her back in her most luxurious case that I was struck by this, a most wonderful idea... Immediately I fumbled to make it a reality and thusly the television was turned on. Upon this screen was a message from the gods. It was a commercial for razors, which made me think of straight razors. This of course made me think of Sweeney Todd, a musical, that in turn reminded of the news Les Mis."Søren was now standing his hands flat upon the table. "This my dear compatriots was the point that the Fates wanted me to reach, a point from where I would no longer need their guidance. The new Les Mis has Hugh Jackman in it does it not?" Pausing for a breath before continuing with a louder voice and much renewed vigor. "It is quite apparent that from there I thought of Wolverine, from which I thought of the 99th Wolverine comic, which has crazed bone-claw Wolverine. Oh such a lovely thing that. Anyways in the comic the entire reason Wolverine is like that is because this one guy tried to make him one of the Horsemen for Apocalypse. And it was thus that I got to the point of the shirt. The Harbingers. The Horsemen. The Age of Apocalypse arc all of it was perfect, so it was than that I thought 'Hey t-shirts! Why not?'. Now my dear Lucy do you understand?" Søren concluded now standing atop the booth which the band occupied. Casting his gaze about from his new perch he observed several rather irritated workers. Quickly dropping back down to his seat Søren looked at the others. "Also if I'm not mistaken that, just there," signaling to his previous standing area, "is how you get thrown from a Chinese restaurant, if my instincts are to believed as well as the angry glare coming from that man bringing us our bill. Sorry." With that he began to scarf down what was left on his plate in hurry, hoping that the very angry looking Asian man, just looked angry because of the way his eyes were shaped. Søren was begging internally for racism to be beneficial this time, pleading softly in his mind that he just looked angry.
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