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[for Sawyer]
Apr. 4th, 2012 12:40 amIt's dangerous to admit, but I've found myself appreciating this new trend of the Island's... For a man like myself, someone who's travelled the globe in search of new experiences, Tabula Rasa's traditional tricks have proved somewhat stifling, predictable. But now, for the second time in a handful of months, the environment's changed so drastically that one would be hard pressed to recognize it for the island at all, were it not for some convenient place-markers informing the way...
It makes things new. Unpredictable. And if there's one thing I've learned about myself over the years... It's that -- literally in spite of myself -- I have an appreciation for the unpredictable. Not a healthy one, mind you, but one all the same.
It makes work interesting.
Fully embracing the theme of the month, though it was a few genres to the west of his favored noir, Jamie returned to the transformed IPD office after his patrol, dressed for success and still armed with enough water to keep a few people hydrated for at least a day. Given the weather, it was worth carrying the extra weight around, just in case; dehydration was hardly the way to go, something he knew though he hadn't any personal experience with it, for once.
Spying Sawyer, however, he stopped before heading back out, the spurs of his boots clinking against the floor.
"You know," he said, in lieu of absolutely nothing, "I used to be a rodeo clown."
It makes things new. Unpredictable. And if there's one thing I've learned about myself over the years... It's that -- literally in spite of myself -- I have an appreciation for the unpredictable. Not a healthy one, mind you, but one all the same.
It makes work interesting.
Fully embracing the theme of the month, though it was a few genres to the west of his favored noir, Jamie returned to the transformed IPD office after his patrol, dressed for success and still armed with enough water to keep a few people hydrated for at least a day. Given the weather, it was worth carrying the extra weight around, just in case; dehydration was hardly the way to go, something he knew though he hadn't any personal experience with it, for once.
Spying Sawyer, however, he stopped before heading back out, the spurs of his boots clinking against the floor.
"You know," he said, in lieu of absolutely nothing, "I used to be a rodeo clown."