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[six] β [spam + video]
Jan. 22nd, 2015 10:59 am( Spams for Allison & Mickey )
[Open spam for ~anyone~]
[After seeing Mickey, Isaac goes to check on Scott. It sucks to wake up to find his alpha has just fallen into a coma. Is there a limit on how many werewolves can be awake at once or something now? He visits Scott's room on Level 1 then heads back down to his own on Level 5 to get some stuff to take back there. Scott got him the house key and changed his cabin to include Isaac's room at Christmas, and now seems like a good time to move in, so he can keep an eye on him.
That done, he heads for the dining hall to grab some food, then the deck, where he wanders sort of restlessly until he decides to head into the Enclosure for some exercise. He feels all stiff and weird, sort of tired but unwilling to go back to bed yet, considering that he's been lying in one for weeks. Exercise, simulated nature-- they seem like the best option here.]
[Public video, later]
Hey, uh. [He gives the camera a little wave, looking sort of awkward and sheepish. It's not like he wanted to fall into a magical coma for like a month.] I guess I'm awake now. I didn't miss any exciting escape attempts or anything, right?
Oh yeah-- [He grabs a thick book and holds it up to the camera. It's the works of Shakespeare, which apparently the Admiral decided to leave in his room even though he was in a coma.]
Who left their Shakespeare book in my room?
[Open spam for ~anyone~]
[After seeing Mickey, Isaac goes to check on Scott. It sucks to wake up to find his alpha has just fallen into a coma. Is there a limit on how many werewolves can be awake at once or something now? He visits Scott's room on Level 1 then heads back down to his own on Level 5 to get some stuff to take back there. Scott got him the house key and changed his cabin to include Isaac's room at Christmas, and now seems like a good time to move in, so he can keep an eye on him.
That done, he heads for the dining hall to grab some food, then the deck, where he wanders sort of restlessly until he decides to head into the Enclosure for some exercise. He feels all stiff and weird, sort of tired but unwilling to go back to bed yet, considering that he's been lying in one for weeks. Exercise, simulated nature-- they seem like the best option here.]
[Public video, later]
Hey, uh. [He gives the camera a little wave, looking sort of awkward and sheepish. It's not like he wanted to fall into a magical coma for like a month.] I guess I'm awake now. I didn't miss any exciting escape attempts or anything, right?
Oh yeah-- [He grabs a thick book and holds it up to the camera. It's the works of Shakespeare, which apparently the Admiral decided to leave in his room even though he was in a coma.]
Who left their Shakespeare book in my room?
[four] β [video]
Dec. 1st, 2014 11:22 am[Private to Mickey]
[Isaac so did not expect to get a friend as his inmate. This really makes things awkward. He both wants to read Mickey's file and doesn't want to even think about it sitting there on his desk, considering what he does know about the guy's life. He keeps glancing over at it like it's going to flip open on its own or something.]
So. You saw, huh?
[Isaac so did not expect to get a friend as his inmate. This really makes things awkward. He both wants to read Mickey's file and doesn't want to even think about it sitting there on his desk, considering what he does know about the guy's life. He keeps glancing over at it like it's going to flip open on its own or something.]
So. You saw, huh?
[three] β [spam + video]
Nov. 19th, 2014 09:45 am[Spam]
[Vampires and werewolves don't mix. Apparently they really don't mix, down to the molecular level. Isaac's bleeding black, like Scott had when the alpha pack had wounded him, when he hadn't been healing. His body's fighting back against the infection but he's missing a lot of blood and it's healing slow or maybe it's not even healing at all.
He couldn't kill her. He couldn't even fight back against her really, because dead or not, vampire or not, it was Allison. He'd seen her hurting and then he'd watched her die and it had broken something in him; he couldn't hurt her, even when the smell of death had been all over her. When she'd pulled him in - with that unnatural strength, so much stronger than she had any right to be - he couldn't make himself stop her as she sank fangs deep into his neck.
He drags himself up towards the deck without planning on going that way, not thinking he should get to the infirmary, not thinking anything, hand pressed hard against his neck like it's going to keep his blood in his body. It's like he can't breathe and he wants to see the open stars up on deck because it feels like the walls of the corridors are closing in around him. There's bloody black ooze bubbling out between his fingers and out of his nose and he's dizzy and sick. He leaves streaks of the stuff on the the railings of the stairs and where he brushed against the wall. He keeps thinking that he wasn't even there when Jerry got her. He wasn't there at all, he just trusted she'd be okay.
He failed her, again.
He gets out onto the deck and with the open sky above him he sinks to his knees, fumbles out his communicator and sends out a message.]
[Public video]
[When he talks, it's through a mouthful of black blood which runs down his chin with the words and it feels like he's numb all over except for the burning infected heat of the wound in the side of his neck, the feel of his werewolf healing fighting against the change. His eyes are gold and his face is pale. He doesn't know what to do but he has to tell them.
He's leaking black down his neck and it's running between his fingers and staining his shirt and it hurts, but his voice doesn't break or hitch. His own injury isn't important. He couldn't do anything but maybe that's just because he's not good enough. He's never been good enough. All he keeps thinking is it all happened so fast. His hands are numb and he doesn't even bother trying to filter the message.]
Scott, Allison's a vampire. He got her.
[Vampires and werewolves don't mix. Apparently they really don't mix, down to the molecular level. Isaac's bleeding black, like Scott had when the alpha pack had wounded him, when he hadn't been healing. His body's fighting back against the infection but he's missing a lot of blood and it's healing slow or maybe it's not even healing at all.
He couldn't kill her. He couldn't even fight back against her really, because dead or not, vampire or not, it was Allison. He'd seen her hurting and then he'd watched her die and it had broken something in him; he couldn't hurt her, even when the smell of death had been all over her. When she'd pulled him in - with that unnatural strength, so much stronger than she had any right to be - he couldn't make himself stop her as she sank fangs deep into his neck.
He drags himself up towards the deck without planning on going that way, not thinking he should get to the infirmary, not thinking anything, hand pressed hard against his neck like it's going to keep his blood in his body. It's like he can't breathe and he wants to see the open stars up on deck because it feels like the walls of the corridors are closing in around him. There's bloody black ooze bubbling out between his fingers and out of his nose and he's dizzy and sick. He leaves streaks of the stuff on the the railings of the stairs and where he brushed against the wall. He keeps thinking that he wasn't even there when Jerry got her. He wasn't there at all, he just trusted she'd be okay.
He failed her, again.
He gets out onto the deck and with the open sky above him he sinks to his knees, fumbles out his communicator and sends out a message.]
[Public video]
[When he talks, it's through a mouthful of black blood which runs down his chin with the words and it feels like he's numb all over except for the burning infected heat of the wound in the side of his neck, the feel of his werewolf healing fighting against the change. His eyes are gold and his face is pale. He doesn't know what to do but he has to tell them.
He's leaking black down his neck and it's running between his fingers and staining his shirt and it hurts, but his voice doesn't break or hitch. His own injury isn't important. He couldn't do anything but maybe that's just because he's not good enough. He's never been good enough. All he keeps thinking is it all happened so fast. His hands are numb and he doesn't even bother trying to filter the message.]
Scott, Allison's a vampire. He got her.
[two] β [video]
Aug. 21st, 2014 07:57 amEveryone's kind of already here, so. Maybe there's not all that much point to this. But if there's anyone else from Beacon Hills out there seeing this... [He means Chris, mostly. If it's Chris from after Allison's death. There's obviously news he has to share here. ... There may also be a tiny part of him that wants Derek to answer, or Erica, or Boyd. His old pack. There's always a chance, right? Time is weird here.] Um. Say hi.
[one] β [video]
Aug. 8th, 2014 09:57 am[The video clicks on and Isaac's sitting there, looking all cozy in a thick cardigan. He doesn't really seem like he's freaking out - but he's totally freaking out. Everything's weird. He hasn't even stepped outside his room yet. He's been too wrapped up trying to figure out how the hell he's supposed to do this warden thing. But look, it's time to introduce himself, start the whole process, get it moving. He needs his deal, so he has to do this.]
So this whole BYO room onto the super strange prison spaceship - that's pretty cool, right? I totally didn't expect that part. I kinda had this picture in my head of like, prison cells and guards in uniform. People getting shanked, and smuggling drugs and stuff-- [Isaac, don't say up their butts.] --like in movies. [Nice save. Oh, but what if the room thing is just for wardens? Has he just made a crack about the inequality between wardens and inmates inadvertantly? That could be awkward.] Wait, do inmates get their rooms from home? Or is that just for wardens?
Um. [The pause stretches out for a bit too long and he realises he should maybe give his name. Possibly.] I'm Isaac. Isaac Lahey. From California. I'm not exactly experienced with the whole... spaceship thing. Or the prison thing. But it's cool. I'll get the hang of it.
So this whole BYO room onto the super strange prison spaceship - that's pretty cool, right? I totally didn't expect that part. I kinda had this picture in my head of like, prison cells and guards in uniform. People getting shanked, and smuggling drugs and stuff-- [Isaac, don't say up their butts.] --like in movies. [Nice save. Oh, but what if the room thing is just for wardens? Has he just made a crack about the inequality between wardens and inmates inadvertantly? That could be awkward.] Wait, do inmates get their rooms from home? Or is that just for wardens?
Um. [The pause stretches out for a bit too long and he realises he should maybe give his name. Possibly.] I'm Isaac. Isaac Lahey. From California. I'm not exactly experienced with the whole... spaceship thing. Or the prison thing. But it's cool. I'll get the hang of it.