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Post by Isaiah Riggs on Jun 6, 2017 11:37:48 GMT
 I had to write this because I thought of the title and it gave me many feels.
You're welcome.
Space. Isaiah took in a shaky breath, his head surrounded by a helmet that he didn't want to puke in. Everything felt like it had happened so fast. From being in Mount Weather, to being outside in the world ... to the chip--which Isaiah luckily didn't end up taking--and now, well, space. It seemed like that, although Isaiah wasn't sure he could be one hundred percent certain that this was actually happening. All those years Isaiah had dreamed about going outside of Mount Weather. Getting that dream, even in the circumstances it came, was the most unbelievable and incredible thing that had happened to him. But when the Space People had arrived in Mount Weather he had gained a new dream of going to space. How could he have not started to think of that? To be out with the stars, things he hadn't even seen before. And now, Isaiah had seen the stars every night, and the moon, and everything.
The building they had entered reminded Isaiah of Mount Weather, just in the off way that some places did. It would be a lie to say that Isaiah didn't ever miss the bunker in which he had spent his first twenty-one years of life. Looking at an apple tree from a particular angle; waking up and staring at the metal walls of Arkadia's interior, Isaiah sometimes yearned for the night's he spent in agriculture, falling asleep amongst plants when the harvest ran late into the night; or the meals he spent with his friends and family but right now, he didn't have time to think about that. He didn't have time for anything. As Raven spoke, telling them the situation they were in, Isaiah knew he barely had time to breathe. But it'll be worth it, he told himself, hoping that maybe he might make himself believe that. Space. Yes, it was exciting but Isaiah was just as terrified as he was feeling excited.
Things moved quickly from that point. Everyone was given a job and Isaiah did his part just as much as the others in the group did. They had instructions on what to do then, how to get the space ship ready for launch, to make sure they had enough supplies to not die. They also had instructions on what to do once they were in the ship, how to conserve their air, what needed to be done to get onto the Ark alive. Isaiah's chest rose and fell, heart pounding in his ears every time he paused or every time the space ship came into his line of sight. It was actually going to happen. When he had a spare second he took hold of Monty's hand, squeezing it and praying to himself that this wasn't some sort of dream. For some twisted reason, Isaiah loved this idea so much more than being trapped in a bunker with Outsiders--or as the others called them, Grounders--for five years. Space was exciting. It was, that was what Isaiah had to keep telling himself.
When they finally made it into the space ship, Isaiah didn't know if he could breathe anymore. Positioned next to Monty, thankfully, Isaiah's grip on his boyfriend's hand was so tight that Isaiah's was sure his knuckles would be white underneath the glove. While he felt bad, Isaiah couldn't make himself let go. Monty would just have to deal with his good hand being in pain. "Will it hurt?" Isaiah asked, the words coming out before he could stop them. "Going into space? The ship must move very fast." As soon as he finished talking, Isaiah instantly felt silly about the question he had asked. Like it mattered at all in the situation they were in. There was no other choice for them but to go into space, to go to the Ark so they had a way of surviving the death wave. Dying would hurt more. Isaiah still didn't let go of Monty's hand.
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Post by Isaiah Riggs on Jun 6, 2017 7:13:14 GMT
Hey there, KJ! Welcome to the site!!  I'm Margie, I've been here a while and played many chars but right now I just play Isaiah here. I think we could have many plotting opportunities for them as Iah is a Mountain Man like Grey! They're actually the same age, it seems. Iah is a cute not-so-little farmer in MW, dedicated to his work and quite often shy and a bit awkward around other people. But he's heaps of fun once he gets past the shy part. I always get excited to see other Mount Weather OCs! - Since they're the same age, it could be cool to have had them friends since they were kids? They would have definitely had school together at least! I think they would get along though, since they both have that interest in the outside world and read about it heaps. Isaiah thinks he's read every book the library has on the world outside MW.
- Maybe we could have a thread of them as young teens getting into trouble in the mountain? Going places they shouldn't or meeting up in the middle of the night? Isaiah getting excited and wanting to teach her about some farming thing? Telling each other stories about the outside even though they both know them all?
- If Grey is into guys, there's always shipping possibilities. Iah gets shipped with everyone, so I tend to put the option out there haha
- When the Space People (I can't remember if that's canon what MW peeps call them or just something I decided Iah calls them) arrive, there could always be a thread of them planning to go talk to them. Being all excited. Or we could thread with a Delinquent and have them going to talk to them together?
I just thought I'd dump a bunch of ideas here. Feel free to expand on or give other ideas. Look forward to threading with you! (:
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Post by Isaiah Riggs on Jun 5, 2017 0:18:42 GMT
Why is there an egg at the end of your last post? XD Isaiah was impressed that despite the fact that musical instruments could barely be used on the Ark, Theo could play one. It didn't even matter how good Theo was at playing the piano, not to Isaiah. He still wanted to hear whatever the guy could play. "I'm sure whatever you play will sound beautiful," Isaiah insisted, softly squeezing Theo's hand. He was glad that Theo had agreed that he would play for Isaiah, and couldn't keep a smile off of his face. It was like they had already agreed to two dates, it was difficult for Isaiah to view it in less of a way, and Isaiah felt his heart dancing in anticipation of getting to spend so much time with the beautiful person he had met. Isaiah barely cared anymore that the person was from space, or that he had been on the outside. That was a bonus but he wasn't treating the conversation anymore like he had treated others, this wasn't just a way for him to learn about what the world was like outside of Mount Weather. It was a way for him to learn about Theo, to get to know him.
The way that Theo described the Unity Day holiday, it made complete sense why Isaiah had never heard of it before. It was very specific to the Space People, part of their history. It was interesting, however, to know that they had their own specific holiday, a positive side to the place that Isaiah was beginning to see wasn't as magical as he had first thought. It was disappointing to have his dreams of living in space crushed by reality but hearing about Unity Day made him feel happier about the place where Theo had grown up. "Well, you can have cake whenever you want here," he said with a grin. Isaiah had went through a stage as a kid where he had eaten too much cake. He was sure most of the kids had at least tried, it wasn't difficult to get away from parents in the crowded dining hall. Now, however, Isaiah wasn't keen on eating it very often. "Just wait until you get to celebrate a holiday in Mount Weather." Now that was something Isaiah would be excited to see, just how happy a holiday in the mountain would make the Space People--well, especially Theo.
Breaking the grip of their hands, causing the sparks to die down, Isaiah's hand moved to brush an eyelash off Theo's cheek. The movement was automatic, Isaiah barely even registered he was doing it until the eyelash was gone and his hand still lightly resting on Theo's cheek. He became frozen for a moment. With his eyes on Theo's face and his thumb brushing against the soft skin of Theo's cheek again. Theo's cheek was soft and warm, a glow to his skin, something that Isaiah could imagine came from time spent out in the sun. "Sorry, there was an eyelash," Isaiah quickly said, hand dropping back away from Theo's face. He carefully held Theo's hand again, watching the younger guy's face as he did so. He was worried that he might have made Theo uncomfortable, Isaiah still felt some anxiety over what he was doing. The last thing he wanted was to take advantage of Theo. |
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Post by Isaiah Riggs on May 31, 2017 13:36:30 GMT
I feel like this could be more feelsy but I'm tired and in enough pain already. XD So many people. So many faces. It was all that Isaiah could think about. Never would Isaiah had thought he would understand what it felt like to be Atlas, to be holding the whole world in his hands, the weight crushing him. It was difficult to keep any thought on the person on the other side of the glass when there were so many people he had to mourn. He would be the only one alive to mourn his people and he knew that responsibility couldn't fall to anyone else. Why would the Space People care enough to mourn? They hadn't cared when they had killed them... Another sob racked through his body, shaking him to his bones. "Why?" he moaned, not even meaning the question to be answered. "Why me?" Isaiah was no one. He was just a farmer and barely an adult. He couldn't in any way understand how this responsibility had fallen onto his scrawny shoulders.
Monty was still talking. Talking back against Isaiah's words. It wasn't what Isaiah wanted, to hear excuses in a snappy tone. "I don't want you to say anything!" he shouted back. The sting in his eyes hurt but it didn't compare the way his chest felt, heavy, weighed down. He had no idea if his lungs would even rise for his next breath. "And now all my friends are dead." His voice was now a whisper, a sound between gasping breaths. It was a new painful wave from the sound of his own voice saying those words. He shut Monty off, shut off the sounds of the metal around him. He cried and cried, for what felt like so much longer than it likely was. The sobs eventually slowed and his breathing, it calmed. Isaiah didn't know how, but he managed to get himself back together. Never had he felt pain like this. Never had he lost someone.
But still, he managed it. Enough. Legs shaking, Isaiah slowly rose to his feet and turned back to face Monty. He could see the tears on Monty's face but he couldn't understand them. It wasn't Monty who had lost everyone he cared about. "I have one question I need you to answer," he said, eyes burning as they met Monty's. He needed to know the answer, maybe that was why he could stand, why he could breathe for that moment. "Why did you save me? You don't care about my people. You don't care about me, obviously, or you wouldn't have killed my family. What was the point?" The words snapped, his tone bitter and Isaiah stood as steady as he could while he waited for Monty's response. Even though he asked, he felt like he already knew what the reply would be. He already knew what his own reaction to that would be. |
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Post by Isaiah Riggs on May 27, 2017 3:57:24 GMT
I told you on whatsapp I'd write a reply so here it is!
(I'm procrastinating studying for that uni exam on Tues XD) Despite the mutter in which the words came, it was nice to hear that confirmation from Monty that there was nothing wrong with being passionate about work. Isaiah didn't need that confirmation, really, but he still liked hearing it. Just as he had liked impressing Monty by using the fork again. Monty seemed to agree with Isaiah on his view on work, how it wasn't really work if it was enjoyable. Isaiah's smile lit up, matching Monty's and he was quite glad to see Monty smiling. It was a cute smile, that matched Monty's cute face. There really was a reason behind why Isaiah had chosen this particular Space Person to talk to. The love for cake, the joy, Isaiah knew the little crush he was getting was silly and very improbable to lead anywhere, despite the fact that the other boy might have possible hinted at holding some sort of similar feelings for Isaiah.
It didn't matter. The conversation they were having, that was what did matter. Isaiah nodded, any hint of a smile gone from his face. "Yeah, it seems really weird, if weird is even the right word" he admitted. "Wouldn't happen here." After a moment, a small grin made its way onto Isaiah's face. He had thought it before, about the fact that teenagers and younger adults did try and steal some of the pot grown in Agriculture. It wasn't uncommon. Isaiah could probably even get some himself, not for himself but for Monty if the guy was ever interested. He didn't say it, for the fact that he didn't quite know if Monty would like that idea since it had been the reason for him becoming a criminal. But it was there as something he could do later. Isaiah was a good guy but he wasn't always the type to follow the rules to a T.
"Kids can get pretty creative here to pass the time, too," Isaiah said, knowing that himself and others had snuck around the Mountain as kids. The teenagers held parties, although it was near impossible for the adults to be completely blind to them. "You'll probably have to resort to creativity again soon enough, once the wonder of the new wears off." And it would be the same for Isaiah. He knew that his way of passing the time for a while was going to involve the newest members of Mount Weather. They were officially the most interesting thing around, and from the conversation so far, Isaiah had an inkling that Monty was one of the most interesting of the group. "We grow pot here," he added in a whispered, a teasing tone to his voice as he leaned forward so only Monty would hear.
Isaiah didn't think anything could make him happier than hearing that Monty wanted to see where he worked. The pride that Isaiah held about agriculture and all the plants grown there, especially the ones in his care, was something that Isaiah didn't hide. He chuckled as Monty rambled, obviously unsure if it would be possible or not. "Hey, don't worry, it's fine and I'd love to show you sometime." Isaiah felt the pull to reach over and place his hand on Monty's arm in small calming gesture but didn't actually do that, unsure that it would be taken as such. "Just tell me whenever you want to come to agriculture. If you want, we could go after we finish eating. Doesn't matter too much when." He shrugged with a smile, although a warmth had come into his cheeks. The idea of showing Monty around his favourite place had him beginning to feel shy again. |
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Post by Isaiah Riggs on Feb 13, 2017 12:23:28 GMT
Kill me now. I HATE this. As much as Isaiah felt sad, it looked like Monty wasn't feeling particularly happy either. Isaiah didn't know if he wanted to read into that. It could just be the fact that he had been woken from a peaceful sleep (and Isaiah had learnt that Monty really loved his sleep), the fact that glass was separating them or something much worse. It was difficult not to think that it was something so much worse, that Isaiah was about to be given the worst news of his life. He would be lying to say that he hadn't already thought about that. It wasn't too difficult to put the pieces together. The fact that he wasn't in Mount Weather, the lack of other residents around. Isaiah's breath caught in his throat, tears stinging at his eyes as he blinked them away. He was just about praying by this point for it to not be anything worthy of a nightmare.
Monty's words didn't contradict those that the woman had told him earlier. That was good, Isaiah guessed. There hadn't been any lies told, Monty had really wanted it to be him that told Isaiah everything. Whatever that everything was. "Okay, what didn't you want me hearing from anyone else?" It was pretty obvious what sort of things Monty would be explaining to him but the words still came from mouth, some desperate hope that things would be fine. As Monty's hand pressed to the glass, Isaiah pressed his against it harder, as if he could something feel the warmth of Monty's skin through the translucent material. It was hard, so hard, to not be able to touch Monty. To be able to comfort him and find comfort in him. Isaiah hadn't missed the way Monty's hand had been shaking or the way that his eyes were just slightly glistening.
Why am I in Camp Jaha? Isaiah wanted to ask. He wanted to shout the words out, insist on an answer right away. But he kept quiet, he took a deep breath. And Monty continued to speak and explain what he needed to know. There was a brief smile on Isaiah's lips, a thank you for what Monty had done. To hear that Monty had gone through what could have been a painful thing to allow Isaiah . . . "I can go outside," Isaiah said, disbelief evident in his voice. "Outside. I can see trees and flowers. I could make a farm." The thought swallowed him up and the hopes had his heart lift. This was what his dream had been since a little kid, to escape the confines of Mount Weather. But it was obvious to see that that wasn't all Monty had to say. He had to tell Isaiah where the rest of his people were. Maybe they were already outside, maybe he would be able to see them when he wasn't locked away.
"Okay, so where are they?" he asked, growing impatient. His face seemed to switch between the hopeful smile and the worried frown, unsure of how to feel with the new news he had been given from Monty. And then it didn't sound good. Nothing sounded good. Isaiah heard every word come from Monty's mouth and it was like he was talking in slow motion. About Dante and torture and . . . Isaiah couldn't hold back the sob that teared through him. Nor could he stop the way he cried out/ His gaze dropped to the ground and as he tried to turn away from Monty, so did his body. His knees hit the ground, pain shooting up into his back. His hands flattened against the cold metal, fingertips curling just enough to dig his nails into the floor. His brain was fogged up, thought impossible as more sobs raked through his body. Moisture was on his cheeks, his chin, dripping.
One word rang through Isaiah's mind. Sorry. Sorry. Monty was SORRY. "I . . . I don't--How can you say sorry?" Isaiah didn't make any move to stand, and his voice lacked the strength needed to be clear. He sobbed through the words, his whole body shaking. Faces appeared in his mind. His mother. His father. His best friends. The woman that always smiled at him in the hallways. The man that told him knock knock jokes when they sometimes sat together for meals. The worst part was, Isaiah was sure he knew every face in the Mountain. He could have let every face run through his mind. "You're not sorry. You wouldn't have done it." Now Isaiah was glad that there was something blocking him from touching Monty. He wanted to hit the other man, not kiss him. And Isaiah knew he could never hold his own in a fight. Fighting anyone would only kill him as well, like all the rest of the people he knew and loved. |
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Post by Isaiah Riggs on Feb 12, 2017 11:36:13 GMT
@emma Sorrryyy for the horribly slow reply. Work continues to kill muse but I'm fighting back! In nothing out of the ordinary, Isaiah was still in agriculture long after he could have left. The smell of flowering plants and the greens that surrounded him, contrasted against the white planters and metal walls, gave him no reason to leave. It wasn't a rare occurrence for Isaiah to even find himself staying so late that he fell asleep and woke early in a panic, needing to eat and shower so he could begin work for a new day. It wasn't anywhere near that late yet, though, and Isaiah was planning on looking for Emma at some stage. It had only been weeks since her graduation and Isaiah had felt a need to check in on her, make sure she was adjusting well. She would do the same for him, and while he knew she held just as much passion as him for her line of work, he still worried a bit.
As much as she managed to get into a lot of trouble, she was a genius. The amount of times that thought had ran through his mind was uncountable because her projects and creations and plans never failed to surprise and impress him. Also scare him, he couldn't forget that. She also never failed to push him way too far out of his comfort zone. All he could hope was that work didn't do anything to break that spark that she held. He wanted to continue to see all her projects coming to life and all the trouble she got into.
Even though Isaiah had been thinking of her, that only really made him more surprised to hear her voice. Isaiah's head shot up, his feet barely managing to stay on the ground as the rest of his body jolted. He could feel the warmth of a blush in his cheeks growing even before his body had settled. Emma's voice was easy to recognise and Isaiah knew for certain that she would find a little too much humour from the way he had been scared by her sudden appearance. "Hi Em," he said, as he turned to face her. He hoped the moment had given himself allowed the blush to quickly fade but he doubted he was that lucky. "Pretty normal. No miracle foods and nothing wrong either." There was some fungi growing on a couple of the lettuce plants, but Emma didn't need to know that. "Was about to come find you, actually. How was work?" |
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Post by Isaiah Riggs on Feb 12, 2017 11:17:34 GMT
HELLO IAH MUSE Two hours had felt like a lifetime. Isaiah's body was weak, muscles tired and a sharp pain on his arm where he had been told a needle had been. Still, he kept on his feet, unable to just sit still and wait. As he glanced down at the floor, Isaiah was surprised that he hadn't left a trail of shoe prints behind from all the pacing. The worst part about the waiting really was the fact that he could stop it whenever he wanted to. Isaiah had been the one to say that Monty shouldn't be woken. After insisting with the unfamiliar women for a couple of minutes, he had won and now because of that, he waited. And it wasn't that Isaiah was impatient. It was that he was scared. His eyes weren't calm, as they might been when he was waiting for a friend for dinner. They sparked with fear, wide and wild, constantly looking around at the metal and unfamiliar surroundings he found himself in.
The part that keep that fear strong was that Isaiah didn't really recognise anyone around. He had seen one or two of the teenagers that had been in the mountain with him, and he knew that Monty was somewhere, but other than that the adults around him were strangers. Obviously Space People, but total strangers. They hadn't answered many of his questions since he woke up. Every time he tried to ask where his people were, where he was, they told him that they could get Monty to explain. Isaiah had chewed on his bottom lip each and every time, trying to decide if it was worth waking him. Still, each and every time he had decided that Monty's sleep was more important. While Isaiah was nice, the answer was given half in fear of what the answers might be. If it was so important that Monty told him, could they be good?
Even the worst of news would sound better coming from Monty's mouth. Nothing bad came from it, feelings or words. Isaiah was looking forward to being able to kiss his lips again, to hear his voice that could be so passionate, especially when on the topic of Mount Weather's chocolate cake. It was the many thoughts of Monty and that growing impatience that led Isaiah to finally give in and ask for Monty to be woken. His pace grew faster, feet covering more ground as the minutes seemed to stretch out further and further until finally . . . Monty's voice had Isaiah's head shoot up, relief plastered on his face as he walked right up to the glass that would separate them. As his hands pressed against it, he becoming suddenly and painfully aware of the fact that he couldn't touch Monty.
It didn't stop Monty's voice though and the mere sound of his greeting was music to Isaiah's ears. "Hey," Isaiah said, his voice quiet and uncertain. While he liked seeing and hearing Monty, it didn't calm everything else that Isaiah was feeling. "Nothing, really. I know I had a needle in my arm. I know I'm not in Mount Weather." It was difficult to meet Monty's eyes. Isaiah couldn't really work out why that was so. He looked past Monty's head, at the woman that he had talked to earlier, had asked to bring Monty to him. After a moment, he did meet Monty's eyes, even if the look was brief. "I just want to know where I am. Where my family is, too. They wouldn't tell me . . . Can you?" Isaiah's voice hardly had any volume to it by the end of the question, his voice being sucked away as moisture built up in his eyes. He had always cried easily, especially when he didn't want to. |
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Post by Isaiah Riggs on Feb 5, 2017 0:03:57 GMT
Notes here. Isaiah's eyes lit up as Theo said he played the piano. While Isaiah was great at other things, playing instruments or making music of any kind wasn't his thing. Hearing that other people could always had him curious and wanting to hear them play the instrument. Or sing, if that was their thing. It only managed to make the guy next to him more attractive to hear that he was a musician. "You can play the piano? I need to hear you play sometime." And need was definitely the right word to use. He continued to brush his thumb along the skin of Theo's hand, enjoying the way small sparks followed the movement. His eyes wandered around Theo's face, appreciating the beauty of it. The dimples of his smile, the brightness of his eyes, how soft his hair looked . . . Maybe he was getting slightly creepy by that point. Isaiah quickly looked away from Theo's face, fresh colour rising in his cheeks and his thumb stopping its movement.
He nodded, gaze down on their held hands. "Sounds a lot different to here," he said. It was hard to imagine instruments being kept locked up and only taken out rarely. How did people practice them? How did anyone know how to play them? What was the point in having instruments and music if people never got much of a chance to appreciate them? In the mountain, arts were always seen as something great, something to appreciate as much as possible. It just didn't quite click in Isaiah's head that it could be any different in other places. "Wait, what's Unity Day?" he suddenly asked, the words clicking in his mind as unfamiliar. Theo had said it was a celebration but it wasn't one that they had in Mount Weather. |
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Post by Isaiah Riggs on Feb 2, 2017 21:14:35 GMT
These two are so cute!! <3 Some of Theo's nerves seemed to return, his words stammered as he answered Isaiah's dumb question on whether he was staying in the dorm or not. Of course he was. Isaiah had still asked. The answer wasn't anything but expected, apart from the nerve ridden way it was delivered. Isaiah's own thumb moved to brush against Theo's skin, an embrace of his hand that Isaiah could only hope would be comforting and calming, and wouldn't just increase the nerves Theo was showing. All he could do was watch for his reaction, unsure of what would and wouldn't make the teenager nervous. He was still almost a stranger despite the quite intimate situation they had themselves in. Isaiah wasn't blind to the fact that their faces were so much closer than they needed to be. But he wasn't planning to move them any closer. He didn't even let the thought have a passing second in his mind.
It was difficult to not think about his face though. Particularly his lips and what they might feel like against Isaiah's. He wondered if the night might end with him knowing that feeling, but he also knew he was going to let Theo decide on the pace of things. The last thing he wanted was to scare the guy away. He also couldn't stop being aware that he was younger than Isaiah. With that fact, he was glad when the conversation didn't die. Theo asking about instruments brought a fresh smile to Isaiah's face and a thought that he really enjoyed the curiosity that came from Theo. "Yeah, we do!" There was the piano on public show in the dining hall but there were also other instruments. "More of them than you'd expect. It's sort of like the paintings, you only see a fraction of what is in the mountain. Every type of instrument you can think of, including some odd ones that people obviously tried to make themselves."
Isaiah had actually tried to learn instruments when he was younger. Been put on the piano. Been encouraged to try the guitar. Neither of them grabbed his interest enough to actually stick to them, so he didn't feel the need to actually tell Theo that. Not now, at least. "You didn't have them on the Ark?" he asked, his own curiosity sparking with the thought of what life would be like without music. There were a few ipods running around the mountain, people playing music often, so music tended to be a big thing and a common thing. "I can't imagine life without concerts and stuff," he said, just a soft afterthought. Isaiah didn't want the conversation to die down, or something to come up that could lead them to separate. He was comfortable. |
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Post by Isaiah Riggs on Jan 25, 2017 12:16:26 GMT
Sooo sorry this took so long. So sorry. Work stress killed my muse and stocktake is coming soon so pray for my sanity. Sparks flew, electricity crackled, Isaiah's breath caught in his throat as Theo's thumb brushed over his skin. His eyes closed, like a slow blink as he soaked in the feeling before opening again to meet Theo's gaze. He knew his own eyes held the slightly bit more confidence than they had a moment before, the same action of Theo building that and lessening the feeling that Isaiah had held that this had to be wrong. How could it really be, when it felt so perfect and so good? And then Theo was using the word date and Isaiah couldn't imagine the moment to be anymore perfect than it was. Yes, yes yes! A date was exactly what Isaiah wanted with Theo and pushing past the reservation he felt towards that, he might even be able to tell Theo that. To make sure that it would happen.
He turned, his body leaning closer to Theo and took in the deep breath he needed. "You're in the dorm?" Of course he was, with all the other teenagers who had been brought into the mountain. Where else would he be staying? Isaiah had heard nothing about the teenagers being anywhere else. He just didn't want to sound like a total idiot. "I can meet you there at 7 and we can work out what's actually happening?" That was a lot of words for Isaiah to get out in his nervous state but he was happy that he managed it and he felt some of his nerves leave him with the words. Like a sense of finality. There was going to be a date, he couldn't exactly take back his words on it now. Well, he could, but he wasn't going to. He wasn't even going to think about it. There wasn't any chance he was going to let himself destroy this chance.
Keeping his gaze locked with Theo's, Isaiah just smiled. Yes, there was still colour in his cheeks. Yes, his heart was beating harder than it probably should have been. Yes, he felt horribly nervous. But he smiled and on top of it all, there was a layer of hope and the feeling of falling. Nothing felt more amazing than falling like Isaiah did and it only got better and better. "It's a date," he finally said, making that bold statement his tongue had been holding back. He squeezed Theo's hand again to follow the statement, a soft laugh with joy rather than humour. Now, what was he supposed to do between now and then? Keep sitting with Theo, move the conversation on? It felt like there was a sense of finality and Isiaah wasn't sure what to do with that. |
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Post by Isaiah Riggs on Jan 25, 2017 10:51:45 GMT
@emma You succeeded! XD Isaiah loved Emma, he really did, as much as one could love a best friend but there were times when he really wondered why. If there was one thing that Emma was really good at, it was getting into trouble and Isaiah felt like he got dragged into it way more often than he should of been. Not everyone had an uncle in the security detail. But Isaiah knew, as much as he wanted to complain, that he loved it. Emma was his best friend and Isaiah held a love for the thrill of the little adventures they went on, as much as they always scared him half to death. He was, after all, the guy who used to be a curious and trapped kid. He knew most of the restricted areas in the mountain, all the crawling holes that were child-sized.
Some places seemed too far though, particularly the door that Emma had just opened. Isaiah heard the click and could hear the grin in Emma's voice. "Great," Isaiah said, the worry seeping into his quiet voice. He watched her pick up the box that she had brought with her, the one she refused to tell Isaiah about, and followed her through the door into trouble. The darkness was sudden and swallowed Isaiah and Emma, leaving nothing but the glow from the exit sign and the light through the ajar door they had just walked through. It was eerie but Isaiah wasn't about to say something like that to Emma. "So, gonna tell me what that thing is yet?" Isaiah asked as he held the door open at Emma's request. "Or why we're here exactly?"
As Emma moved further into the room, setting the box down and fiddling with it. Isaiah switched between watching her and checking to make sure no one was going to walk past and see them. That would ruin whatever plan Emma had, no doubt about it. He was glancing out the door when a new sound began and the dark room lit up. Isaiah turned instantly, eyes taking in the sight of the stars now projected onto the ceiling, his face relaxing into a smile. "Questions answered." Now that was definitely a reason why Isaiah loved Emma, she was a genius and she knew how much Isaiah would love this idea she had. Just as Isaiah knew how much she was enjoying it as well. He shut the door, moving quickly to Emma's side with the light that her creation gave to the room.
The stars on the ceiling looked as bright as Isaiah imagined the real stars would be. Isaiah's eyes glittered, white dots reflected in them as he just appreciated the view. Then he looked down at Emma, "Who needs to actually go outside when we've got you around?" Still grinning, Isaiah sat down on the ground, not really caring too much if it was dirty. Which it likely would be. This wasn't the sort of place that got cleaned. He tiled his head towards Emma, an invitation for her to sit as well and found it difficult to keep his eyes away from the stars she had made. "So," he began after a moment of silence, "Where did you get the parts for this?" He might worry how much trouble she would get into for an inappropriate use of parts but then, Emma never really got into trouble. |
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Post by Isaiah Riggs on Jan 21, 2017 9:10:20 GMT
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Post by Isaiah Riggs on Jan 9, 2017 11:26:39 GMT
Sorry this reply took a few days! Isaiah agreed so much with Theodore, that the library could be a very fun place. It was hard to miss the teasing tone that the teenager used and Isaiah, as much as he probably should have stopped this, instead grew excited at the sound of it. His smile grew and he didn't think he could ever think of the library as anything but fun. It was full of books, drenched in the smell that was intoxicating, as intoxicating as the presence of Theo was becoming. The guy was only managing to make himself look cuter with each thing he did, in how he had laid his head on the corner of the armchair and given that smile that looked happier than anything Isaiah had seen in his life. Isaiah fell hard and he fell fast and boy, was he falling at that moment. "It seems even more fun now," Isaiah said, his voice quiet, his blush darkening if that were possible.
Isaiah felt anything but confident, a great contrast to the guy sitting on the armchair next to his. Theo had a growing air of confidence, in the way he spoke, in the hand that now held Isaiah's. It only added to the awkwardness and that cute, goofy smile that Isaiah had noticed at first sight. There was nothing Isaiah loved more than a good smile, but the confidence, that boldness was definitely competing for that title. In his own move of boldness, Isaiah squeezed Theo's hand, meeting Theo's gaze as he did so. He knew exactly the sort of message that it would sent and Isaiah was growing to care less and less. There was obviously some sort of connection, chemistry between them that could be felt even in the air. Could it really be wrong? Isaiah asked himself, still finding a pause and uncertainty to answer.
For a moment, Isaiah was confused about what Theo was asking. He was so lost in his own thoughts and the sight of Theo's blue eyes, he had almost forgotten that he had mentioned a concert. But, speaking of the concert, "Um, well, I'm not sure if there's . . . It could be a party. Or something else." Isaiah shook his head, trying to get his thoughts together, and broke his eyes from Theo's in doing so. "I just heard people talking about something." Wasn't Isaiah doing a great job at this? He took in a deep breath. "Whatever it is, I'll be there, um, especially if you are." His words came out fast, muddled together and Isaiah felt the urge to pull his hand away from Theo's and run and hide. He didn't do that, only avoided Theo's gaze, somehow still feeling shy even with how obvious it was that Theo was feeling something similar to Isaiah. |
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Post by Isaiah Riggs on Jan 7, 2017 11:14:01 GMT
@shiloh
Isaiah was quite glad to hear that the seat he had sat down at was in fact free. He offered Shiloh a smile and a nod as she told him that, and stopped fiddling with his fork to use it to actually pick up something from his plate. The girl introduced herself as Shiloh, and apart from that being a name Isaiah hadn't come across before, nothing stuck out to him about it. He hadn't overhead it being said by one of the other new people, or even by another Mount Weather resident. This girl wasn't making the rounds in gossip like Jasper or Clarke. "Nice to meet you, Shiloh," Isaiah said, polite as always before he brought his fork to his mouth. As always, in true Isaiah fashion, he knew exactly what was on his plate, where it was grown and even had a good idea who might have cooked it. That tended to be how things were when you were a farmer raised with one parent a chef.
At Shiloh's comment about the food not being particularly talkative, Isaiah left out a small chuckle. "Yeah, I haven't quite worked out the secret to getting vegetables to talk," he said, pulling out probably the best joke he had said all week. That was definitely saying something about the level of skill he had in that field. His fork picked up another vegetable, but he held it over the plate for a moment, frowning sympathetically at Shiloh. "Our own company can be the worst, I get that." Isaiah had no idea if that comment would help her and no idea if she would actually believe him. He could hardly believe himself. He never tended to mind his own company but he did know was it was like to not be able to stop thinking, and to dislike his own company that way. Maybe that was the sort of thing she was talking about, or maybe it wasn't.
There was a bit of a lull in the conversation, a pause that left Isaiah wanting to blurt out some kind of question just to fill the silence. At the same time, he wasn't too sure what to say. He had already asked so many questions, learnt so many things and while there was so much more he could ask, he felt more like he had sat down with Shiloh to actually talk to her, not just a Space Person, someone from the Ark. So it was a good thing when she asked a question herself, and Isaiah was given a chance to be helpful, as small a thing it was. "That's cauliflower," he told her, glaccing up from the white vegetable to her face. "It's alright, but much nicer in a sauce." And there were times it became really obvious that he was raised by a chef. This may have been one of those times. "It won't kill you," he added, a definite tease in his voice. |
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