His break was slowly drawing to a close. Flick had tried to ignore it but as each day ticked by, he knew he'd have to go back and restart his training. It wasn't that he didn't want to (he did) but he also didn't want to leave New York and his friends and Isabelle ( Read more... )

It was Valentine's Day ( Read more... )

There were a lot of things Flick enjoyed about being back at home. Idris was a beautiful country but this was the big city and that's where his heart was anchored. He loved being able to get up early and go get he and Isabelle breakfast from a shop that was open. He loved being able to sleep in and not having to worry about classes or physical ( Read more... )

Flick hadn't seen Isabelle since she wasn't herself. She'd left and he hadn't heard from her the rest of the weekend. When Monday came, he'd waited for as long as he could before going back to Idris so he didn't risk his place in the Academy. He'd let Joi know what was going on so she could check in with Isabelle and even gotten a message to her ( Read more... )

Flick was twenty years old today ( Read more... )

It was mere days before Flick left for Idris. He'd done some packing but most of his junk was still spread out across the bedroom. There were boxes around the place where they'd bought stuff and hadn't placed it just yet. Flick was taking a break right now since Isabelle had been called to the Institute for something or other. He didn't know. ( Read more... )

Flick's time on the island, for now, had come to an end. He'd packed up his crap and hauled them up to New York last night. The boxes and bags were now in a heap near the door. He'd get to unpacking them in a bit ( Read more... )

There was a process to all this upheaval in his life. He'd gotten the initial news, freaked out, managed to convince someone to take a chance on him, freaked out, and was now telling the sole family he had left that he was going off to do something dangerous ( Read more... )

After the events on the island, Flick's decision to head to New York seemed like a damn good one. He had an apartment to fill up and not a lot of time to do it, after all. About a week ago, he'd gotten the power turned on and had a futon brought in and had scattered his laptop, phone, and clothes around it ( Read more... )

Just as he'd planned, Flick had left work on Saturday and gone right to New York. He'd needed the space to keep his anger in check. But, he hadn't gone to his New York. Instead, he'd made his way to the New York where he'd be living once he left the island. Having picked up the keys to his new apartment a few days ago, Flick had been sleeping ( Read more... )