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| Topic Started: Mar 19 2011, 06:05 AM (204 Views) | |
| Issac Bradford | Mar 19 2011, 06:05 AM Post #1 |
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Time: 2:45pm Date: March 21st There was a slight staleness to everything. Issac was aware it was in his head more than it was real, but Sanctuary was making him uncomfortable. He was more alone than anything, his boyfriend was out and about in the world and he was more or less bound to where he was. Even if he could or wanted to leave, if he left and was spotted by anyone in SHIELD he could bet he would get locked up real quick. Or asked awkward questions. Or not asked at all, a psychic could just let themselves into his head. Thats not a very pleasant thing to do, and he had it happen more than a few times since he got here. Psychics rooting around in his head and seeing his less pleasant memories, thoughts, and ideas. It was embarrassing. Like someone ripping into your journal or diary. At least he Issac filled his days wandering around the City. Taking everything in and enjoying himself. There was one thing the outside world had that the Sanctuary did not. Static. Sanctuary had some, but airwaves here, all of them that were used were used, the ones that weren't, unneeded frequencies, they were kept quiet. Nothing loose and wild. It was much quieter than the surface and that was one reason Issac had decided to stay. He wandered from shop to shop examining what they were selling, always amazed what people still managed to have under the sea. Products from everywhere imaginable and stuff made in the sanctuary exclusively. Every once in a while he would see a sign outside a shop looking for help. He considered getting a job, he felt a little scummy sleeping on Taylor's bed and bringing in no money. He always countered the thoughts with the fact that he and Koen had still neglected to talk about what was actually going on and the fact that he was dating what was essentially a terrorist. They left those details alone and pretended everything was perfect. Pretending sucked, and Issac was afraid when they stopped pretending he would need to get his own place. So he had set out that day specifically to find somewhere to work. But all the places that he would have been suited for, needed no help. When your only marketable abilities are jamming radio signals and hacking ATMs, employment was hard to come by. "Argh." he grumbled to himself, collapsing into a bench. "I should have finished high school." |
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