... and it opened up my eyes. I saw the sign.
A religious zealot Shawn is not, but he’s not a complete idiot either; he knows better than to turn a blind eye on the obvious, ignoring signs that even the great Stevie Wonder would look at and say, 'yep, that is definitely a sign, my man'. In his head, Shawn and Stevie are like THIS.
It helped more than a little when said ‘sign’ was an actual, honest to God and the little baby Jesus, SIGN and not just some metaphorical something or other that he was supposed to sit around and ponder the meaning of too hard. While Shawn may not be an idiot, he does, however, posses the attention span of a goldfish who suffers from ADD at times. He prefers his messages from the Powers That Be Giving Out Messages to be loud, clear and written plainly across a sheet of glass whenever possible.
psych
Private Psychic Detective
He doesn’t know the whos the hows or the whys that are involved with the sign being there when he arrives, leaning up against the wall just outside the IPD office, but that doesn’t matter much. When the whos, hows and whys of him being there are still more than a little bit fuzzy, questioning a slab of glass just seemed silly. Shawn’s used to naysayers and Doubting Thomases... Thomasi? - whatever. He was used to people calling him a fake, a fraud, a charlatan, but that never bothered him before.
And it wouldn’t bother him now.
If Shawn was going to be stuck behind a desk, then he planned on doing things his way. The PTBGOMs clearly approved of his ‘gift’, and who was he to argue?
All he had to do was sit back, relax and let them come to him. And pull the pencils out of the ceiling that he's whipped up there over the past ten minutes of MIND NUMBING BOREDOM.
[[Your resident Island Psychic inna office. Bother him for IPD related bizz or just to shoot the shiitake. Or hugs! Be warned, he may or may not be secretly evaluating your pup for the position of his business partner, since his is MIA. Also? Please not to be putting his abilities to the test if you've not given us something to work with in his primer. Uh, and, yeah his item is a window...]]
It helped more than a little when said ‘sign’ was an actual, honest to God and the little baby Jesus, SIGN and not just some metaphorical something or other that he was supposed to sit around and ponder the meaning of too hard. While Shawn may not be an idiot, he does, however, posses the attention span of a goldfish who suffers from ADD at times. He prefers his messages from the Powers That Be Giving Out Messages to be loud, clear and written plainly across a sheet of glass whenever possible.
psych
Private Psychic Detective
He doesn’t know the whos the hows or the whys that are involved with the sign being there when he arrives, leaning up against the wall just outside the IPD office, but that doesn’t matter much. When the whos, hows and whys of him being there are still more than a little bit fuzzy, questioning a slab of glass just seemed silly. Shawn’s used to naysayers and Doubting Thomases... Thomasi? - whatever. He was used to people calling him a fake, a fraud, a charlatan, but that never bothered him before.
And it wouldn’t bother him now.
If Shawn was going to be stuck behind a desk, then he planned on doing things his way. The PTBGOMs clearly approved of his ‘gift’, and who was he to argue?
All he had to do was sit back, relax and let them come to him. And pull the pencils out of the ceiling that he's whipped up there over the past ten minutes of MIND NUMBING BOREDOM.
[[Your resident Island Psychic inna office. Bother him for IPD related bizz or just to shoot the shiitake. Or hugs! Be warned, he may or may not be secretly evaluating your pup for the position of his business partner, since his is MIA. Also? Please not to be putting his abilities to the test if you've not given us something to work with in his primer. Uh, and, yeah his item is a window...]]