[RP for David] Guess I need a bodyguard.
It was what he did when he needed to clear his mind. He cleaned. Ford started with one room in his San Francisco apartment and then moved to the next until by the end of the day his entire loft would be clean. To him it was a productive way to spend a Saturday. He didn't clean for other people, though. It wasn't like he had any guests. He cleaned for himself. He cleaned because he enjoyed cleaning.
Ford was bordering on manic when he moved onto his office. He made sure to start with his desk. It didn't take him long to sort out through the papers he needed and throw away the papers he didn't. His laptop sat open in the middle with an unfinished E-mail to his brother. That was his life these days. Clean rooms and unfinished E-mails. Not to mention those he saved. He didn't count the ones that were lost. Not on the surface. They were unfortunate casualties in the war he fought with fate.
Crouching down, Ford opened his bottom drawer. Pens, papers, and a few books were sitting there. Nothing was in order and this frustrated him. Sighing, he switched to a kneeling position, pulling out the contents of the bottom drawer. He set the Yellow Pages up on his desk and removed the pens, moving them to the thinner, center drawer. Grabbing the papers he stood up, sorting through them before accidentally knocking down his phone book.
Shaking his head he set down the papers on his chair kneeling down. He turned towards the fallen book and went to grab it.
He was used to it by now. He knew what was happening even before it happened. The sensation went through him and inside his mind he saw a man. He was having a vision - and he had just started cleaning his office, too. The man seemed to be fighting - he looked like he was in a war. Something was swung at the man and Ford looked up, blinking. His head ache was setting in but there would be time for Advil later. Right now he needed to find out what had triggered his vision.
His thumb was resting on David Levin Private Security.
If only everything were that easy. Standing up he set the Yellow Pages on his desk again, glancing down. So, what, he needed a bodyguard now? He took a moment to grab Advil out of the left drawer. He popped two in his mouth, swallowing them easily, more than used to it by now.
Ford moved the papers from the chair to his desk before sitting down and grabbing his cell. He leaned over, checking the number before dialing it, bringing his phone to his ear.
Ford was bordering on manic when he moved onto his office. He made sure to start with his desk. It didn't take him long to sort out through the papers he needed and throw away the papers he didn't. His laptop sat open in the middle with an unfinished E-mail to his brother. That was his life these days. Clean rooms and unfinished E-mails. Not to mention those he saved. He didn't count the ones that were lost. Not on the surface. They were unfortunate casualties in the war he fought with fate.
Crouching down, Ford opened his bottom drawer. Pens, papers, and a few books were sitting there. Nothing was in order and this frustrated him. Sighing, he switched to a kneeling position, pulling out the contents of the bottom drawer. He set the Yellow Pages up on his desk and removed the pens, moving them to the thinner, center drawer. Grabbing the papers he stood up, sorting through them before accidentally knocking down his phone book.
Shaking his head he set down the papers on his chair kneeling down. He turned towards the fallen book and went to grab it.
He was used to it by now. He knew what was happening even before it happened. The sensation went through him and inside his mind he saw a man. He was having a vision - and he had just started cleaning his office, too. The man seemed to be fighting - he looked like he was in a war. Something was swung at the man and Ford looked up, blinking. His head ache was setting in but there would be time for Advil later. Right now he needed to find out what had triggered his vision.
His thumb was resting on David Levin Private Security.
If only everything were that easy. Standing up he set the Yellow Pages on his desk again, glancing down. So, what, he needed a bodyguard now? He took a moment to grab Advil out of the left drawer. He popped two in his mouth, swallowing them easily, more than used to it by now.
Ford moved the papers from the chair to his desk before sitting down and grabbing his cell. He leaned over, checking the number before dialing it, bringing his phone to his ear.