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Post by Isaac Clarke on Jun 25, 2012 19:07:26 GMT -5
Five years ago ~
Isaac sat in the cold and uncomfortable chair, he was waiting with Diana too find out the test results they had eagerly been waiting to hear. "Isaac... I'm glad you came with me.. i don't think I'd have had the strength to do this alone." Diana clasped his hand and he held her close to him as she lay her head on his shoulder. Isaac had been wondering for months whether it was him or Diana that had been infertile and if there was still a hope of them to have a child.
Isaac and Diana followed the doctor into his little office, he had a very serious look on his face and Isaac knew this was going to be troublesome news. "Mr. Clarke, we've got your test results back first.. you are not that one that is having the issue with sterility, unfortunately its your wife who is the one who is completely sterile, and I'm very upset to say this but all other means to have a child unless you go through adoption are certain to fail." The Doctor spoke quietly as he lay his clipboard down on the desk.
Diana looked at Isaac and broke down in tears and he pulled her close to him as she began sobbing loudly into his chest. His world had been brought down crashing and burning and now his wife was going to blame herself... "Diana, its fine let's just go home and I'll cook us dinner.. just calm yourself down.. I love you alright. " Isaac spoke softly as he ran his fingers down her hair.
Three years later ~
Isaac had been laying in bed when his mobile phone had been ringing frantically - He slowly picked up his phone and answered. "Isaac you need to head to the hospital straight away.. its Diana" A sobbing woman announced over the phone - Isaac ran for his cupboard and threw on his clothing fast not thinking about anything apart from his wife.
He ran through the hallways of the hospital after being pointed in the right direction by several nurses, he was scared and he needed to see Diana. Finally he arrived at her room and she was surrounded by her family and friends - Isaac walked close to her as he noticed the machines keeping her alive bleeping in the background. everyone left the room as Isaac clasped her hand in his, her body felt light and frail.. He sat their sobbing before finally looking at her.
"Isaac" Diana breathed struggling to get the words out.. He looked over to her and felt the tears streaming down his face.
"Diana.. Save your energy you are going to be alright.. just breathe.." Isaac sobbed out holding his wife's hand.. She looked so weak and frail and he was losing his mind.
"Isaac... I love you... You have to let me go." She breathed once more coughing as she did so..
"B-But I'll never see you again!.. " He wept loudly as he watched on in horror as she slowly closed her eyes and the machines all began to bleep loudly.. in the passing moments everything went black for Isaac as he was hushed out of the room.. his wife never did wake up .
Present Day ~
Isaac was sat in that same waiting room, some of the worst and some of the best moments of his life had happened at this hospital.. He waited in the still uncomfortable chairs watching as people came and entered - Being seen by various doctors and what not.
"Isaac"
He looked around he could swear he had heard someone call out his name... He waited another ten minutes before his therapist had seen him and prescribed him some sleeping tablets. Isaac walked through the corridors of the hospital, his mind replaying some of the moments in his mind as he left the hospital and sat on a bench outside.. Waiting... Just waiting for himself to regain some thought.
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Post by Julian McAllister on Jul 3, 2012 0:11:05 GMT -5
Man, there were at least a thousand things more worthy of doing than spray-cleaning a sidewalk in the middle of June. At least a thousand, probably closer to two or three thousand. In fact, he probably had the time to stand there and count the list of things he'd rather have been doing that day, but decided against it ultimately. It was better not to dwell on such things. After all, he'd been the one who decided to come in on a day he was not actually scheduled to work, it was his fault alone that he was now poised on the sidewalk in 89 degree heat in one of those annoying coverall jumpsuit things all cleaning crew were required to wear.
As an open complaint, Julian paused casually in his work, allowing a woman to walk by without getting her feet sprayed by the water spewing from the high-pressure hose he was holding, while simultaneously taking the moment to remove the dark blue cap from where it nested in the black curls of his wavy hair. Absently, he wiped the back of his brow with that same hand, examining it afterward as though to be sure he was not sweating caramel or something strange. Of course, nothing met his curious gaze other than a glistening sheen of salt water and normal perspiration. Unfortunately, it even smelled normal.
Wrinkling his nose unbashfully, the tall, dark-haired young man gave the sidewalk a set of glances to be sure no one else was walking in the sprayer's path before returning his hat to its place and continuing with his work. The steady stream of white water resumed in an immediate haste and proceeded to sweep with it all sorts of leaves, crumbs, trash and debris from the concrete walkway into the gutters that lined the street. A broom might've taken twice as long to perform the same job, and the sprayer had the added bonus of producing a cool misty haze that did something to keep dehydration from nagging at his consciousness. A human may have found the heat and sunshine a bit less comfortable, but Julian didn't seem to notice that fact, that his ability to work all day in the relentless summer heat in a long sleeved jumpsuit was a little more than natural.
As his steps took him down the sidewalk, he found his slender form paused beside a man on a bench. Completely coincidental, he hadn't even noticed the slouched figure on the long wooden slats until they were practically side by side, and he gave the figure a casual sideways glance out of pure curiosity. The stranger's eyes were downtrodden and sorrowful, distant and distracted, as though looking beyond the slabs of concrete down into the secrets of the Earth's very core. The lycan beside him was not even a typically observant individual, but even this level of dishevelment could not be lost on him. With his back turned to the bench, sprayer carefully pointed in a harmless direction, blue eyes were thrown casually over his shoulder suddenly.
"Rough day, huh?" he spoke calmly with the slightest hint of an accent, part of which was probably lost in the white noise generated by the hose in his outstretched hand.
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Post by Isaac Clarke on Jul 10, 2012 11:15:48 GMT -5
Isaac had been sitting alone for awhile, until finally he'd missed the man coming around. Isaac had kept himself quite after the man spoke and a couple of minutes later he finally spoke up.
"Eh So-so... More a less a rough couple of years...." Dante twiddled his fingers innocently, this place had such a deep impact around him and he'd never really liked coming back here but he only did so because it was the only place that had felt comforting to him. Isaac looked towards the man and weakly smiled.
"How about you mate?.. " Isaac looked towards the man he'd taken time out of his work schedule to talk to Isaac and he was kind of thankful that he did as sitting alone was never as fun when you had person to discuss topics or just chill with.
The weather outside was beautiful and charming but everything seemed to have dull undertones around them, Isaac pondered how long the man even wanted to stay or even wether he'd engage in more conversation or would he be busy with his work. Isaac played around with the pockets of his jacket and pulled out a small bottle of water and sipped from it and placed it back in his pocket before looking around the area that he'd been sitting in waiting for something.
Isaac had been looking around and he felt a brush of cold wind his body and chills went up his spine... "Isaac..." He heard the window blow and he shivered before regaining his composure and trying to shake the worried look from his face.
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Post by Julian McAllister on Aug 1, 2012 9:50:21 GMT -5
A slight scowl jumped to his features before Julian was able to catch it in advanced. A bad couple of years? It sounded awful as a sentence fragment, let alone as a concept of time. 12 months always seemed like a long time to the lycan for some reason, let alone multiple sets of 12 months, to him was like spending eternity in some form of displeasure. Still peering over his shoulder, the meager janitor did nothing at first, still rattling the stranger's words around in his mind, gears almost visible as they turned behind his eyes, beneath his hat. But after a moment, blue eyes blinked and he seemed to fall back into reality, replacing the scowl with one of his usual casual grins.
"Nothing nearly as interesting as yours, I'm sure." He spoke haphazardly, shrugging one shoulder as he turned his back to the man on the bench, attention drifting back to the sidewalk as a pile of debris caught his eye. But the high pressure sprayer was a useful tool, and did its job well, so it was only a momentary distraction before the pile was reduced to a rapidly drying puddle in the summer sun. Raising one slender hand, Julian fussed with his hat, as though reaching to take it off again only to change his mind at the last second. Instead, he simply tipped it backward slightly, revealing a few strands of black hair beneath the rim, curled against his forehead with sweat.
"You're coming from Saint Jude's I assume?" he asked casually, nodding toward the towering building somewhere across the street, looking very bright, regal and important with the sun shining on it as it was. "Not much of anything else to do in this area, except getting the yearly flu shot."
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Post by Isaac Clarke on Aug 8, 2012 9:48:17 GMT -5
Isaac paused for a moment before returning comments to the worker; "St Judes, Yeah just having my check up... I've been having recurring problems caused because of a tragic incident.. Well i say incident but it's been nothing but all tragic and this hospital always seems to be the hot spot for my trauma like some kind of paranormal building... But I'm not one to particularly judge nor have i yet to see proof in the paranormal.. " Isaac paused again shifting himself on the bench observing the worker.
"Heh... Listen to me I'm blathering on you've probably got a million more problems than me and your just listening to me fool on about the paranormal..Sorry for making you listen to my life story mate... I'm Isaac just in case you wanted to know little more about me as I've been wasting your time. " Isaac laughed and moved around on the bench until he found a more comfortable way of sitting. He felt the breeze in the air as he looked around he could see the sun was getting warmer and warmer making the day seem so much more brighter..
"Y'know what... The past is the past... I think I'm going to start looking forwards instead of looking behind.." He smirked as he finished speaking looking up into the sky with a soft grin across his face.
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Post by Julian McAllister on Aug 10, 2012 0:04:27 GMT -5
The stranger's sudden sheepishness made the lycan smile softly and even laugh a little, in a totally nonmocking fashion. If only he knew how ironic it was to apologize to this particular young man for talking too much.
"Oh please, you really have no need to apologize. I was the one who initiated conversation, remember? If I wasn't prepared for some blathering, I wouldn't have come over here, now would I?" Julian took this moment to pause, lifting his hat from his head of dark hair so that he could run his other hand through it casually, watching the spray of perspiration that came off in the hot air. It was really much too warm to be doing such hard labor. Taking up another moment of silence, blue eyes jumped down to one of his thin, pale wrists to check the time. Almost five in the afternoon. His shift was over, in all technicalities, at five anyway, so he felt no guilt as he respectfully turned off the sprayer in his hand and set it beside the bench. Once his hand was empty, he extended it in greeting toward Isaac. "Julian. Junior's fine too, actually."
"You know, my brother had a problem like this when we were kids." Julian started speaking softly, taking a seat on the bench beside Isaac. His height made standing awkward, and something about looking down on a man so clearly out of sorts seemed so rude and disrespectful. There was no shame in being sad about past tragedies, this much he wanted to ring true if not in his words, then in his actions. So he did not replace his hat and instead fussed with it in his now empty hands, where they were extended in front of him. "Our mother always used to tell him: 'Jackson,' my brother's name is Jackson, she'd say: 'Come back to me when you understand that what you're telling is just a story. It isn't happening anymore. When you realize the story you're telling is just words, when you can just crumble up and throw your past in the trashcan. Then we can figure out who you're going to be.' And then she'd just leave the room."
Julian paused thoughtfully, turning his hat around in his hands. The front had the words "Cleaning Crew" printed in bold letters on the front, but on the back, just above the adjustable strap, it just said 'Junior'. He ran his fingers over the raised letters slightly, rereading them.
"Not the nicest thing to do to a young troubled teenager but Jackson was always so... stuck in the past. It makes a lot more sense now. Probably means something."
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