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Post by Isaiah Riggs on Jul 2, 2020 2:47:36 GMT
 Sorry for taking so long! Isaiah had been finding it hard to sleep lately. With all the new Space People in the mountain, his brain was buzzing with activity and excitement. The mountain had become nothing but a boring place for him and with that, even the slightest bit of change made him almost unbareably estatic. With such a big change, Isaiah didn't know if he'd ever get a good night's sleep again. He had begun to talk to some of the new people, stepping out of his comfort zone as his curiosity won over his shyness and anxiety. It was too difficult to resist the urge to learn about not just living in space but also what the outside was like from a first-hand perspective.
Tonight was no different in his ability to fall asleep and so he found himself wandering around the corridors and almost by instinct walking to where he could find some books to read. That would knock him out if nothing else could, reading something familiar. As he walked into the room, his shoulders dropped and he let out a relaxed sign. The smell of old paper drew him in, not really paying too much attention to his surroundings until a voice filled it.
The man who had spoken must have been one of the Space People, because Isaiah didn't reocgnise him at first. Well, he didn't know exactly who the person was at all but eventually he could match the face to a place, and he knew that his assumption was correct. "Couldn't sleep." He shrugged, "You either?" Isaiah stood awkwardly nearer to the doorway than the man, and he was uncertain what to do. "You can read the books," he added, having noticed that the man had put one back onto the shelves.
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Post by Isaiah Riggs on Jun 25, 2020 7:00:22 GMT
Haven't written in ages, sorry if it's shit the normal disclaimer
Iah would be idk 13/14 here? Isaiah pulled down the sleeves of his shirt, as he was doing too often these days. His clothes were growing smaller on him by the day. The more his arms and legs seemed to shoot out, the less confident he really felt about his habits of sneaking around Mount Weather. But honestly, what else was there for him to do?
Nothing had settled deeper into Isaiah than the feeling of being trapped within the walls of the bunker. And so, as he found a door down an empty corridor, he was never able to resist the urge to try to get past it. At this point in the day, light lowering to reflect the setting of the outside sun, Iah wasn't quite certain what area he was in. He had even lost track of what level he was on. But that didn't matter, the door in front of him was new. It held behind it the most interesting thing Iah could think of. And, well, not much about his home was interesting any longer so that was a very low bar.
His heart sped up and he crouched down behind an indent in the wall. The sound of footsteps echoed in the otherwise silent hallway. In fear of being seen, he couldn't actually move his head to see who it was walking past him. He only caught sight of black shoes and the cuffs of suit pants. Definitely nothing identifiable from that.
Seeing someone walking towards the door gave Iah an idea. If he could just get there quick enough, maybe he could get through the door. The indents in the wall were at equal intervals and Iah took advantage of that, waiting until the stranger had moved far enough to tiptoe around and back down behind the next. There was a worrying itching in the back of Iah's mind, wondering what would happen if he got caught. He was looking less like a child now, and while he just got a talking to usually, maybe it would be more than that? But no, everyone knew Iah. He doubted he would actually get into trouble.
As he made it to the final indent before the door, his eyes focused on it. The beep as the keycard was swiped and then it opened. The shoes, owned by a tall man that Iah couldn't recognise from behind, walked through the door. And Iah followed. He grabbed hold of the door before it swung completely shut. His breath let out and he stood as still as he could until the man turned a corner and was out of sight.
He was in.
Where was he though? As he looked around, his hand stayed on the door behind him, leaving it hovering just open. His eyes flickered around, taking in the room. Well, the hallway. It was concrete and the lights were harsh but not quite bright enough. This didn't look like most of the places he had been. Yes, the corridor outside the door had looked off too but that wasn't behind a locked door. He had to make a decision though, and so with one last glance behind him, he slowly let the door click shut behind him.
He moved down the hallway, keeping his eyes open for the man or anyone else who might be around. He turned the corner the man had and then moved past multiple doors before coming to another corner.
He screamed. Suddenly in front of him were two people. One of them Iah recognised but couldn't remember the name of. The other, well, they didn't quite look human? That wasn't the right way to put it, no, the man didn't look like any human that would live in Mount Weather. His skin was sun-tanned, and he was shirtless, showing a level of muscularity that seemed over the top. |
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Post by Isaiah Riggs on Jun 24, 2020 3:10:58 GMT
I haven't written anything in so long, I'm sorry if it's shit. Isaiah's arms flung out, trying to find a surface to catch himself on as he tripped over a tree root for what must have been the fifth time at least. He bit down on his lip as one hand made contact with the rough bark of a tree and slid across it just enough to scratch. It was enough to stop him from falling at least. The first time he had actually landed on the ground, there was dried blood staining the knees of his jeans as proof of that.
It was hard trying to focus on the ground below his feet. His mind kept moving back to other places, other thoughts. While his head was down, he could see Bell in the corner of his vision. His eyes blurred every time he caught sight of the shoes. It forced a grim reminder on Isaiah, one he wished wasn't the truth.
He was the last remaining person alive from Mount Weather.
So, if anything, it was a surpise that he was managing to walk at all. He hadn't at first. He hadn't even wanted to step outside, partially in shock of what had happened and partially in fear of going outside. The sun had been blindingly bright as he had half walked and half been pulled out of the door. His skin had burned at first and for those few seconds, Iah had been sure that he would start blistering. He'd had the treatments before with the Outsiders blood, he knew the feeling of radiation. But then it didn't happen, and he adjusted to the feeling of the direct sunlight on his skin.
There was no memory of receiving the bone marrow treatment. Iah hadn't been awake, apparently he had been knocked out by Cage, used as bait to try and pull Bellamy, Clarke and the others out from their places. Isaiah had been told that he was saved, and that he was given a bone marrow treatment intended for someone else. His brain could hardly wrap around any of it, let alone the fact that his freedom was at the price of someone else's pain. Maybe their death.
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Post by Isaiah Riggs on May 27, 2019 9:24:17 GMT
 Goooood morning, Seren! Here's some angst for you to wake up to <3 Looking into Monty's eyes, Isaiah used all his strength not to look away. He could see the glistening of tears, he could see pain in Monty's eyes, but he didn't want to fall for the emotion and let it sway his own feelings. He was the one that deserved to feel hurt in this moment, not Monty. How could Monty think that he was being hurt by this? He had killed Isaiah's people and left him alone. The words that Monty gave in answer to Isaiah's question, well, they were about what Isaiah expected they would be. But that didn't make anything okay. How could Monty think that it was okay to save Isaiah but not his parents or his friends or anyone else that he loved and cared for. His community. It was selfish. "You couldn't let me die." It was nothing but selfish. "You couldn't let me die." Isaiah was one person, one single person. He was certain, despite the circumstances, that others of the Space People would have made connections in Mount Weather. Monty couldn't have been an anomoly there.
Yet, somehow, only he had been cursed like this.
"But you could let my mum die, and my dad," Isaiah began, keeping his feet steady on the metal ground beneath him and keeping his eyes level. More than sorrow was running through his veins now. His eyes narrowed but his gaze didn't falter as he continued to speak. "You could let children die. Children!" Isaiah was shouting now, his feet moving him closer to the glass that kept him separated from the rest of the world. His hands curled into fists at his sides and he swore that the world was blurring around him, draining of colour apart from a tint of red. "If you actually cared about me you wouldn't have done this. You wouldn't have killed them all." His breath fogged up the glass in front of him, his eyes still locked onto Monty's.
Isaiah's breath fell in heavy clouds, his eyes flickering away from Monty's eyes finally only as Monty continued to speak of what had happened to his people in Mount Weather. Isaiah knew, somewhere in him, that his people had done something horrible but they didn't deser--no one deserved this fate. "There had to have been another way," he said, his voice quieter, cracking, fresh tears streaming down his cheeks. His eyes stung, lids feeling heavy and sticky each time he blinked. "I'm all alone," he whispered. "You don't kill the people of the one you love, Monty." |
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Post by Isaiah Riggs on May 26, 2019 6:20:00 GMT
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BELLS!!!
Have this starter as my gift to you <3 and sorry it's a bit rambly, i was just trying to get into Iah's head again Space had sounded so amazing. Isaiah remembered the first talk about the Space People, the first rumors that a group had came down to Earth from space and managed to survive on the radiation soaked Ground. Those rumors had seemed as made-up as the fairy tales that Isaiah loved to read. Then, those people were in their home, a part of their community. Bright eyed and bushy tailed, these people had been such a exciting addition to the monotomy that had been life in Mount Weather. Watching things as silly as them eating food, well, Isaiah had always wondered why they had been so in love with Mount Weather's food--it had been good, yes, but he would have assumed that space food would have been interesting too. But no, as Isaiah eyed the green sludge that Monty had placed onto the table, he could understand why chicken and chocolate cake would taste orgasmic to someone who had grown up in space. Space had sounded so amazing but Isaiah was starting to question that picture he had in his head now that he was actually up in space.
Glancing around at the odd mismatched group of Space People and Outsiders, Isaiah wondered who would actually be the person to taste the food, if that's what it could be called, that Monty said they would be suriving on for the next five years. Whoever it would be, it wasn't going to be Isaiaih. He didn't want to go near the sludge, let alone actually put it int his body. There were a few other people with similar expressions who Isaiah could only guess were thinking along the same lines as him. What surprised him, however, was that it was Murphy who stepped forward. With a roll of his eyes he had picked up one of the bowls and drank the sludge. He even made a sarcastic comment. Isaiah wondered if this was some sort of way that Murphy thought he could impress Emori--if it was, Isaiah didn't think it would work that way. At the very least, he wasn't impressed by it. Maybe a little intimidated.
Isaiah glanced over at Bellamy, his lips turning up into a smile. He had wondered if Bellamy would be the one to try the sludge, honestly, it would have surprised him a lot less than Murphy. For as long as Isaiah had known Bellamy, he had seen the man do so many heroic things. Trying some gross looking food to prove it was safe, that seemed minor. Of course, that heroic attitude that Isaiah saw in Bellamy didn't always do good things for him. It had been what seemed like such a long time ago, yes, but Isaiah still felt the pain of loss. He still dreamed of his parents and friends each night. He tried to make himself believe that it was good that he was alive, the last resident of Mount Weather, but he was still trying and not succeeding in gaining that particular attitiude. Well, it was somewhat bittersweet at the very least that he got to experience what it was like in space. After having gotten to finally be on the Ground, only for it to yet again become unliveable for him.
Lost in his own thoughts, it wasn't until an uproar of noise broke out in the small crowd that Isaiah noticed what had happend. Murphy was on the ground, his eyes closed. Someone had turned him onto his side but Isaiah couldn't quite clearly see who as he could barely see Murphy through the others that had crowded around him. Giving a quick, panicked glace at the other bowls of sludge on the table, Isaiah moved into the crowd. "You didn't say that sludge would kill us!" Isaiah said, whispering in a panic, partly in Monty's direction but partly in no direction at all. "I am not eating that," he continued, his voice even quieter. He could see the slow rise and fall of Murphy's chest, a sign that that the man was still alive, and while that was a good sign, it didn't make the situation any better. |
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Post by Isaiah Riggs on Jun 28, 2017 9:22:27 GMT
 Let me know, of course, if anything needs to be changed in this starter! And no pressure to reply, hun! Get to it whenever you have muse <3
Isaiah's crops had gone bad with the first of the burning rains. With all Isaiah had learned from his years in Mount Weather, it was not difficult for him to realise that the rain was a sign of radiation. He didn't know if he could eat anything after that, he didn't want to test the theory out, so it all may as well have been dead. It was interesting, the information that Isaiah could and couldn't remember. He had read so many books, learnt so many things; he had been a well educated man before his home had been destroyed. In the same way, he had been a man without blood on his hands. A respectable man. Now, Isaiah felt as if he could not recognise himself. But he could still recognise the signs of something coming to kill him, the thing that he felt like he had spent his whole life trying not to die from. It was attaching him now, again, and Isaiah had began with very little idea of how he would survive this.
Farming was how he had lived. That simple fact had not changed when Isaiah had escaped--no, when Isaiah had been forced out of his home. The Space People that he had been so interested in, the ones he had spoken to and come to like, they had done nothing but kill his people. Isaiah still held that weight in his heart, the deaths of his parents, his friends, and his people. But Isaiah had lost that initial anger that had made him run and shout and cry days away, and now he felt barely anything but the numbness that came with how lonely he now was. In those times after the burning rains, Isaiah had been given no choice but to kill. Not people, no, but even the action of taking an animal life had been too much for Isaiah. He had avoided it for so long. The process of trapping, the long and tiring process that had taken so long, had done nothing but remind him of how lonely he was.
While he had cooked the meat over a fire in the darkness of a cave, Isaiah had come to a decision that there were only two things he could then do: he could watch the Space People from afar, watch and see how they were surviving. If they were fine, maybe he would be able to beg them for mercy; or, Isaiah could go to the Outsiders, he could try and find himself a home among them and maybe, if he was lucky, they would have a way to survive. They had survived the first radiation after all, in a better way than Isaiah's people had. Both of those options terrified Isaiah, as he felt nothing but fear before both of the groups. The Outsiders were killers, as vicious as vikings and as untamed as wolves. The Space People were advanced, more so like the Mountain People had been, but they were cruel and would kill as a first option, just like the Outsiders.
With no better option, Isaiah chose the Outsiders. He went into their city, his clothes teared and stained and now, thankfully, closer to what they wore. He didn't stand out like a sore thumb but managed to walk around like he was one of them. It was a beginning but trying to make himself a part of them was going to be more difficult than simply looking the part. But he didn't know where to begin. Just walking around the city had him growing more and more anxious. Sights of knives and swords reminded him of the animal he had killed with a sharp stone while it had been helpless in the barely-together trap. The first life he had taken, the only one he hoped to ever take. What he quickly realised was that they didn't speak English but a completely different language. This thwarted his plans, as he couldn't really find himself a part of their community if he couldn't communicate.
To the Space People he went second, walking with his tail between his legs and his head barely lifting from staring at his feet. His heart pounded hard and fast as he walked, memories of his home playing in his head as he did. He remembered Grey, their nights running around the mountain. Their first kiss, and the way his heart had pounded around her for so long before that moment had happened and after it as well. Grey had died from the radiation. His parents were clear in mind, their smiling faces, their constant encouragements to Isaiah, and even their teasing about his shy nature. His parents had died from radiation. Isaiah couldn't die the same way they had, but going to the people that had caused their deaths seemed something even worse than dying himself.
Isaiah didn't go into the Space People's home at first, he just watched. He didn't know how he managed it, to not be seen, not be killed. He knew the people would kill him if they saw him, he knew he looked enough like an Outsider now. But even if he didn't, they hadn't cared about killing his family, why would they care about killing him? Tears had ran down his face often, seeing faces that he recognised, people he had spoken to, people he had only seen when everything had gone so wrong. Since making it out of Mount Weather, the freak luck of having been tested on, Isaiah had tried so often to forgive--he had tried to understand--but the pain washed all his good intentions away and left nothing but the cold numb and loneliness. Eventually in his watching, he saw them leave, so many of them leaving and decided then and there that he had no choice but to follow.
Isaiah coughed as he walked, his body weak, sores beginning to appear on his skin, slowly growing into existance. Isaiah was not unfamiliar with what was happening. It hadn't ever happened to him, being caught in a radiation breach but that didn't mean he hadn't seen someone else with the sores before. He had seen someone being carried by suited men to medical once, while he standing on the other side of a windowed door. He made it back into the Outsider's city but this time it was different, people were angry and scared but English was being spoken by many of them. More people were there than he had remembered seeing in his last trip into the old-world ruins. It wasn't long before Isaiah was informed of what was happening: the conclave. It wasn't long before Isaiah was out of the city once more, tears streaming down his cheeks and stinging at his eyes as he sat outside the city.
He was just going to die.
He sat. Cheers and screams and cries could be heard in the distance. Sound travelled so much better outside than it ever had in Mount Weather. After some time, too much time, really, a car appeared in the distance. The headlights blinded him but a seed of hope came with that. The only people with cars were the Space People, Isaiah was certain of it. He ran onto the road as the car drove towards him, waving his hands, praying that they would stop ... If they didn't, well, a death like that would be kinder than from the sores that were already taking over his skin and his body. Isaiah knew he didnt have much longer, so anything was worth a try. Maybe the Space People would hit him with the car. Maybe they would stop but kill him anyway. Maybe they would just drive around him. But, maybe if he prayed to the gods that people used to pray to, maybe he would be saved. He could only try.
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Post by Isaiah Riggs on Jun 28, 2017 4:39:09 GMT
I know like 0 things about agriculture and I google all my facts, I feel like that needs to be a warning. XD
It was comforting the way that Isaiah was walking down the corridor with Grey attached to his side. Her one hand in his and her other resting on his arm were both a warm and familiar presence, Isaiah felt something similar to that of being at home. It was either one or the other when it came to how her touches affected him, whether they would feel comforting and friendly, the way one would expect touches to be like from a best friend, or if they would bring more from the teenage boy. One or the other and Isaiah had no way of knowing which it would be when Grey touched him. A soft smile rested on his face as their contact now, the way it allowed his thoughts to still move in a calm and orderly manner. It was especially important to need to think with none of the doors being labeled, Isaiah assumed due to the fact that they didn't need to be.
It would be a waste of resources, he guessed, to actually label each of the separate rooms. There was a spot on each and every door where a marking sign could be placed. They reminded Isaiah of pictures in a book he read, the specific technology of those door signs older than a lot of the other infrastructure in the mountain. The doors probably had been marked before, but it would have been well before Isaiah's time, from as young as he had snuck into the section the doors had always been plain. Isaiah would be interested in the history, in the facts of the section. Just as he was interested in most things, really. With how boring it could be in the mountain, learning was one of the best things to do. Exploring as well, the reason Isaiah knew Grey would love this idea of his.
Isaiah hadn't expected to hear Grey mention flowers, probably because they didn't grow any specifically in the mountain. Isaiah knew that flowers used to be grown for their beauty, that there were great gardens of them outside in older times. But inside the mountain, they only grow what was useful. Grey knew all this, though, pointing out the vegetables that grew flowers. There was a fondness at hearing Grey list those off, as the two often shared stories and knowledge. Beans were definitely grown in the mountain and Isaiah glanced a couple of doors down, almost certain that they would find them in there. They did flower and now he knew that Grey would love seeing them. "They can grow taller," Isaiah answered, eyes glittering with ideas. "I can show you all the flowers here, if you want."
They was a small moment where Isaiah froze in surprise as he was pulled towards a door but then he started moving with Grey, grinning over at her. He hadn't even told her what was behind that door, although fate would have it that there were actually some sunflowers. Not only that but Grey would find beans and other climbing plants. Standing at the door, Isaiah used the card to unlock the door and then gestured for Grey to open it and go in first. "I think you'll like this room." The way agriculture was set up, different types of plants in different rooms, was a way to stop disease and pests from spreading but it also made for a wonderful way of introducing someone to the section. The idea of seeing everything at once seemed overwhelming to Isaiah.
Isaiah squeezed Grey's hand as she walked into the room, his own eyes doing a sweep of it as he used his free hand to close the door behind him as quietly as he could. Inside the room was a much grander sight than the hallway they had come from. Rows of stained old white planter boxes formed an orderly garden, a background to the greens and browns and yellows of the plants they held. To the right were the sunflowers, one row that stretched out to the back of the room. The all stood at slightly different heights but were taller than most anything else in the room. Further right were other plants, the greens bright and spread across to form a screen. The wall to that side of the room couldn't be room. To the left were plants climbing up mesh, most obviously the beans with small white flowers that were dotted amongst the green leaves and pods. With all the excitement radiating off of Grey, the whole scene looked fresh to his eyes.
It was difficult to stay still, to not pull Grey down the rows right away to allow her to see everything right up close. But he paused by the door, eyes falling on her face once they had looked out across the room. "So, what do you think?" he asked, unsure of what else to say, really, what else to ask. There was so much he could say, really, and that was probably most of his problem. "They're beautiful, aren't they? The sunflowers are almost as bright as your smile." That seemed like the best thing to say, Isaiah hoped it didn't sound weird. But the sunflowers were bright and Grey's smile was also bright.
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Post by Isaiah Riggs on Jun 28, 2017 3:32:47 GMT
Hey everyone!
During July I'm going to participating in Camp NaNoWriMo with the specific goal of writing 50 posts. This is to encourage me to get back into writing posts regularly! The wonderful Bellamy had this idea of posting a thread for others to set their own goals for post writing in July, similarly to how we had a post count goal thread going at the end of last year. 
You could set a single number of posts like I have, aim for an amount of posts per character, or even set certain numbers of posts separately for each character you have. The choice is yours! The idea is to get the muse flowing and to have a goal to work towards that encourages posting as often as you can!
Margie's July Goal:
50 POSTS
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Post by Isaiah Riggs on Jun 25, 2017 11:11:44 GMT
So tired. This should be amazing because of that! XD
Isaiah simply nodded in agreement when Monty said they didn't need to execute any criminals in Mount Weather. It was the truth and Isaiah was completely glad for it. He couldn't count the amount of times he would have done something that ws technically illegal in Mount Weather just as a child, let alone in his teenage years and even into his adulthood. Isaiah had only yesterday taken an orange off a tree to eat as a snack, something that the farmers technically weren't supposed to do but all of them did anyway every so often. Things just weren't overly strict down in Mount Weather and it sounded like it had been quite obviously the opposite up in space. Isaiah didn't like hearing that, wanting to keep his more positive views on the idea of living in space. Apart from in books, Isaiah hadn't even seen the stars before. To live amungst them, it sounded like a total dream come true to him. A magical thing.
And yeah, Isaiah knew he was romanticising the whole idea. There wasn't much else for him to do really but overthink anything new around, Mount Weather was that boring. Isaiah wasn't lying when telling that to Monty. "Definitely," Isaiah agreed, grinning at Monty and noticing the look he had in his eyes, like he was doing what Isaiah had been doing: remembering all the creative things he had done in his boredom. Isaiah's grin didn't fade as Monty spoke again, it only brightened more, approving of the playful attitude the guy he was speaking with had. "Friends are supposed to help you get into trouble, from my experience at least." Grey was a definite example of a friend who had helped Isaiah get into more trouble than he would have alone. That was why she was his best friend. Hopefully Monty would find multiple Grey's, for the sake of his sanity when the boredom hit.
It was easy to see that Isaiah had done the right thing by mentioning that they grew pot. Monty's attention seemed to pin-point in that moment and he mirrored Isaiah in leaning forward and keeping his voice low as to avoid anyne overhearing them. It wasn't that Isaiah was overly worried about being overheard, he doubted anyone listening in would hear it as anything but a joke. However, it was a lot more fun to talk about it this way, especially knowing just how serious Isaiah was. "Really." Isaiah decided to keep it at that, Monty could ask more if he wanted to--then or another time. He didn't, however, lean back in his seat again after speaking. His eyes explored Monty's face from this new angle instead, from the colour of his eyes to the line of his jaw, because he could. He tried not to make it to obvious.
Having that closer angle was a good thing when Monty got excited about going to see agriculture. It was an amazing sight, to see the dimples crease in his cheeks and the spark of life in his eyes. Isaiah felt lucky to see the excitement and, well, excited over the fact that Monty was reacting as he was! "No problem at all!" He wasn't actually one hundred percent sure if he was technically allowed to be taking any of the Space People up to agriculture but he couldn't be bothered to care about that at this point. Monty was harmless, as Isaiah had found out, and nothing bad would come from Isaiah showing him plants. "Finish your chocolate cake," Isaiah started, chuckling lightly, "And we can go as soon as your done. You sound like you want to!" At that, Isaiah stabbed his fork through some more salad, just as eager as Monty sounded for the tour to happen sooner rather than later.
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Post by Isaiah Riggs on Jun 22, 2017 10:10:59 GMT
Isaiah is being all lovey-dovey and feelsy. He could be about to die, I guess that's why. XD
Every second that passed felt like an hour. The time ticked by, getting closer and closer to when the rocket would take off. No one looked happy in the spaceship, that part was clear. No one looked confident that they were actually going to make it to the Ark alive and Isaiah felt his own excitement poisoned by the worry that was so bluntly evident on the faces of everyone around him. But at least Isaiah had Monty beside him. Monty, the person Isaiah had fallen for from the first time he'd seen the other man's pure excitement over chocolate cake. They had been through so much, through the loss of Isaiah's whole community and people, and yet they had still made it back to a point where Isaiah could say that he loved the other man completely. If they didn't make it up to the Ark alive, at least Isaiah knew he would die with his hand in Monty's.
Saying that, there was still no guarantee of death. They could make it to the Ark alive and spend the next five years living there. Isaiah tried to stay as hopeful as he could about that part. It would be pointless to let himself become ready for death when it might not even happen. This was their hope, their chance.
When Monty asked if Isaiah was okay, Isaiah knew that he couldn't answer the question. He didn't want to lie, there was no point lying to Monty then. Were any of them okay? Isaiah knew so clearly that Monty wasn't. He had been there, been at Arkadia when the disaster happened. When Jasper had been lost. Isaiah had seen the look on Monty's face, had been the first to hear that news. While Isaiah hadn't been by Monty's side when Jasper had died, he had still been close enough to know that it probably broke something in his boyfriend. Thinking about that, it only made Isaiah begin to feel guilty about any excitement he had. Was it even right for him to be feeling the slightest bit of a positivity when Monty was sitting next to him having just lost the person most important to him?
Still, Monty kept a strong face and he was dealing better than Isaiah knew he ever would. Sometimes Isaiah looked into Monty's eyes and he didn't recognise the fun, smart, loyal and caring man he had come to love. Sometimes there was a wall there, a hardness that Isaiah could imagine came from everything he had been forced to do and endure. Isaiah knew he wouldn't have survived half of what Monty had. He loosened his grip on Monty's hand just enough so it wouldn't hurt him, smiling in thanks at Monty's reassurance that the trip into space wouldn't hurt. Isaiah even believed Monty was telling the truth about that, although if he was lying Isaiah didn't particularly care. What Monty said was what Isaiah needed to hear. "I'm glad to hear that," Isaiah replied, fighting to keep some sort of smile on his face. Fear was creeping in but he didn't want Monty to know that.
Monty was so strong. But so caring. Isaiah raised an eyebrow when Monty let go of his hand but as he watched his boyfriend check both their restraints, he felt a bit of the fear disappear. This was going to be as safe as it could possibly be--for the situation they found themselves in, that was. "Thank you. I love you." Because those words needed to be said before the rocket took off. Because Isaiah wanted to try and bring some joy or contentment to Monty, even if it was only the smallest amount. When Monty smiled, even though it didn't look strong, Isaiah made himself meet that smile with one of his own. His heart was counting to pound in his chest and his ears, unending and refusing to slow. He knew he needed to slow it though, he needed to keep his breathing as slow as possible. "Tell me about the farms on the Ark, about what they were like." It might have seemed like a random question and Isaiah had heard about them before but he hoped hearing about them now might calm him.
They barely had a couple of minutes left. Clarke was nowhere to be seen. Isaiah began to rub small circles on Monty's hand with his thumb.
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Post by Isaiah Riggs on Jun 22, 2017 3:53:58 GMT
I may have gotten carried away *whistles*
There was no reaction that Isaiah could have hoped for that would have been better than the one he got from Grey. The way her face lit up, the perfect look of surprise and joy mixed into her features. It was impossible for Isaiah to take his eyes off her face, off that expression. She looked beautiful like that and it brought him a feeling of such joy to know he had caused her to feel such a way. When she squealed, Isaiah didn't even bother glancing around to see if someone was about to run up and catch them. He didn't want to miss a moment of her excitement, he wanted to be a part of it. His own smile couldn't get any brighter, his cheeks actually beginning to ache just the smallest bit at how much effort was being put into grinning. And man, was he happy to hear her confirmation of never having been inside agriculture before. It was a dream come true for both of them.
And maybe it was weird just how much Isaiah wanted to impress Grey and how much he wanted to be the one to make her happy, but he never tried to think too much into things like that. They were best friends, had been for so long in their lives. Wasn't it natural for Isaiah to want to make her happy? Just like he was sure it was felt the other way around. Isaiah could remember many times when Grey had impressed him -- terrified him as well, but that just came with the territory. Isaiah was both excited and terrified right then, terrified for multiple reasons. One of which, well, Isaiah wasn't sure he quite understood. But terrified as he was, Isaiah knew clearly now that it was going to be a great night for both of them. "Soon you'll know agriculture like the back of your hand," he offered, giving away that he had no plans of it being a short night.
As Grey rambled, Isaiah listened to each and every word, his cheeks darkening with colour, especially at the last words to escape her mouth. Isaiah knew Grey, he knew how she talked and that she didn't really mean it. Why would she actually want to kiss him? But the thought, the words, they invaded his mind. They grabbed onto him the way things she said had done more and more often as he grew older. For a short moment, he thought about it. Kissing her, that was. How easy it would be, they were standing so close in a way to keep from having to speak too loud. No, he couldn't do that. His heart had sped up, skipping a beat as she took a small step towards him. "D-don't worry, I didn't have to do anything to get it. The farmers know me and apparently trust me now."
Isaiah's smile softened, not able to resist pulling Grey into another hug as she handed him back the card. This time he didn't let go right away but closed his eyes instead, enjoying the warmth. "You're a genius too, even if your title officially is Evil Genius." Isaiah chuckled lightly before realising Grey from their embrace and taking her hand instead. With a grin he tugged her hand and began down the hallway to the most outer door for the agriculture section. "First thing first, anything you really want to see in here? I know where a lot of stuff is, most of it probably. The food, the medicine; this place is jam-packed with plants ... obviously." Now Isaiah was beginning to rant, feeling his own excitement tip past the point of his usual quiet self. It eventually happened around Grey, she was the one person where his usual shyness would disappear completely.
He led her down the hallway inside agriculture after quietly closing the door behind them, keeping her hand in his as he did. Although he would let go if Grey wanted him to. The hallway was just as quiet as the last, completely deserted of people other than Isaiah and Grey. They passed a couple of doors and as they did Isaiah pointed them out to her, telling her what she would find on the other side of each one of them. "There are herbs in there ... root vegetables here, like carrots and stuff ... medicinal plants through this door." He was glad he knew where he was and what was in each room, knowing it would make their little adventure a lot easier. Although he was sure the surprise of not knowing wouldn't do anything to dampen Grey's mood, not with how she always was. "So?" he asked, grinning and turning his head to face her as he did.
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Post by Isaiah Riggs on Jun 18, 2017 11:47:20 GMT
I apologise for the slow posting! The past two weekends happen to be my busiest ones of a year and wore me out. I like to post more often! (:
The drums of a rock song sounded one hit of a drumstick after another, in perfectly timed doubles. Thump-thump, thump-thump. That had scared Isaiah, to put it bluntly. His eyes flared wild for a moment, nothing but fear in them. Who was he expecting to see walking down the hallway? A guard, maybe. A farmer coming to collect something they had forgotten. Possibly, his father. Isaiah wouldn't put it behind the man to follow him out before dragging him back home. Then, at least, his father would know one of Isaiah's hiding spots. It's what Isaiah would do. Honestly, he always hated this part of the night--the waiting, that was--but Isaiah's small panicked state calmed quickly. A rush of heat rose in his cheeks and a hand quickly went to cover them before Grey would have any more reason to tease him. And that's who it was, Grey. Even though Isaiah knew well that what showed would have been so much less dramatic than what he felt, it was enough and Grey wasn't missing a beat in her teasing.
Sighing, Isaiah accepted Grey's hand, lifting himself up to stand with her help. He held her hand for a second longer than needed, just enjoying the contact before she felt the need to dig into his shoulder. He stepped away, a small smile forming on his lips as he held back the laughter that was threatening to destroy his serious demeanor. "It's good to see you too, Grey," he said, as his smile grew and some laughter broke through. Even he could see the humour in getting scared. "But I think you're lying. Honestly? You would definitely do that." He then added, in a mumble, "And I'm really glad you don't have a camera." Isaiah didn't want to think of all the blackmail Grey would collect if she had her hands on a camera. It was already bad enough to think of everything security cameras would catch. (And they couldn't have really worked, with all that Isaiah and Grey got up to.)
They had plans ahead of them and thoughts of cameras would only have Isaiah worried. He pulled Grey into a quick hug, a grin on his own face now, and felt his fright from earlier dissolve into excitement. "I think I can make your night even better," Isaiah said as he released her from the embrace, leaning back against the wall. His teeth, only slightly out of place, gleaned as he took a thin card out of his pocket. "Apparently I'm still cute enough to charm my way with women." Isaiah winked, much to his immediate regret and handed Grey the card to look at as he shook his head and blushed again. It hadn't been that easy to get his hands on, if he was being honest. But enough of a conversation, a mention of wanting to see what early morning work was like ... Isaiah managed it. He was still surprised, and extremely nervous, but he wasn't planning on wasting the opportunity he had been given. An access card to get into all the agriculture rooms? It was a dream come true in Isaiah's eyes. He wanted to show Grey everything he could.
"You've never actually been in this section before, right?" He was almost certain, but he still asked with expectance of an answer. There was a lot more excitement in Isaiah's voice than he thought Grey would be feeling about this but he honestly couldn't imagine anything more exciting. His plan wasn't for a boring and educational tour of agriculture--as much as that wouldn't be boring for him--but he had a surprise for her that he didn't want to give away quite yet. It was still crazy that the plan had gotten this far. Who knew if Isaiah would be able to carry it out all the way? He was going to try his best though, there was nothing better in his mind than to impress his best friend.
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Post by Isaiah Riggs on Jun 7, 2017 7:22:19 GMT
Oooh, do let me know about any interesting ideas you have!  No issues with not being able to post weekends, a lot of people do post weekends so it's busy enough  I'm away this weekend anyway so no rush at all on getting that first reply done. Looking forward to it, though! |
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Post by Isaiah Riggs on Jun 7, 2017 6:20:35 GMT
 Excited for our first thread!!
If you'd like anything changed with how I've set up the thread, let me know! (:
There were times when Isaiah questioned his loyalties. The sound of his parents snoring echoed loudly, their door just opened a crack, the way he had noticed it was more often now than when he was younger. It could have had something to do with the fact that Isaiah had been caught once or twice on his late night escapades, although it had done nothing to stop those same things from happening time and time again. Isaiah had nothing with him as he snuck out of his room, closing his door as quietly as he could manage. He had pulled a jumper over his pyjamas but hadn't bothered to change out of them, knowing it would be easier to sneak back in and get straight back into bed if he didn't have to get changed as well. This night, like every other night he snuck out, he was going to see the one and only Grey. The person that Isaiah could easily call his best friend.
Again, there were times he questioned his loyalties, particularly those to Grey. Like the first time they had been caught up past their bedtime. Or the first time they had been caught in a place they weren't supposed to be. It would, however, be rude of Isaiah to place all the blame on her. While Grey often held the best ideas and encouraged things to happen, Isaiah wasn't innocent. He had been sneaking around the mountain by himself before Grey had joined him. He was sure the same could be said for Grey. They were both as bad as each other. The good thing about that was that Isaiah could make it easily out of his family's apartment, like he had then, and sneak quiet as a mouse down to wherever they had agreed to meet. Tonight, it was the corridor just outside of agriculture, by Isaiah's own request.
There were a lot of stairs that needed to be walked up to make it to the corridor, agriculture being on the top level of the mountain but Isaiah knew sacrifices had to be made. It also wasn't the first time he had been to the section, already having gotten a name for being the kid that kept sneaking into the gardens and having to be taken back home. By now, they didn't even bother with taking him home anymore. Tonight, he knew agriculture would be dead quiet. There wasn't harvesting happening in any particular section--he was almost certain of that, he had been asking a lot of questions of the farmers. A bright grin on his face, Isaiah started up the stairs, the sound of his shoes against the metal just a little bit louder than he would have liked. "Never seen guards here," he huffed under his breath, fingers on the thin chain around his neck that he always kept tucked under his shirt.
Once he made it up the stairs and to the corridor where he had told Grey to meet him, Isaiah was breathing hard. He never got used to the stairs. His own breathing sounded way too loud and Isaiah couldn't help glancing around, looking out for any signs of guards or farmers that might catch him. Once he was certain there was no one around and once he got his breathing back to normal, he slid down to sit against a wall. The wall was cold, causing him to shiver and wrap his arms around his knees. The night was cold in general. Even down in the mountain, Isaiah was sure he could tell what the weather was like outside. He wondered if it was snowing, if the ground would be covered in a blanket of white. Or if it was raining. He was so lost in thought that when the sound of footsteps in the corridor appeared he jumped and looked wide-eyed at the source of the sound.
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Post by Isaiah Riggs on Jun 7, 2017 3:42:21 GMT
Woo! Meeting threads can get a bit boring and repetitive after a while if you don't have really creative ideas for them, in all honesty. It'll be a lot more fun to just jump into them being pals! Grey sounds like exactly the sort of friend Iah needs and Iah would definitely be there to keep her company even in the most seemingly pointless of things. Oh, yes, Harper is defs a good choice! I was gonna suggest Monty, but Harper is even better! I haven't thread with the new Harper yet (I used to play her, actually!) haha I think it'd be great for the to go bugging the delinquents together! We should defs go with that thread! We could use the thread to work out how they get along and even see if they'd be shippable. It would just be a generally nice thread to have going. I have some time to waste until class this evening so I'll probably get it started now for us! |
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I'm away this weekend anyway so no rush at all on getting that first reply done. Looking forward to it, though!
