[Isaac is standing out in the middle of nowhere, hugging.....nothing. But the nothing seems to be a tad shorter than he is, and apparently, he has his head nestled into it's shoulder. There's a tension right through his body - he's trying not to cry.]

I...I missed you so much, Mum...I still have your catch beads!

[He 'lets go' for a heartbeat, to ( Read more... )

[Isaac has the look of one who is truly, thoroughly, exhausted, but is also entirely unwilling to accept the fact that he's about to fall over because of it. In his hand is a battered old string of beads which he's fiddling with absently.]

I can't believe it...He was alright this whole time.

[A smile finds it's way onto Isaac's face. Despite how ( Read more... )

[There are two words to describe how Isaac looks at the moment: Cold and Miserable. Despite that, he seems to be in a relatively good mood as he fiddles with the kettle in the kitchen in the hopes of making himself some warm tea ( Read more... )

[Isaac has appeared before in various states of misery. Today would be the trump. To begin with, the poor boy can barely stand - it's obvious he was on the wrong end of a thrashing not long ago. He's still fairly sick-looking from proximity to Jupiter Lighthouse, but there's some colour back, at least. Most importantly is the look on his face - ( Read more... )

[If there's a retching sound coming from behind the bar, it's because Isaac is throwing up. At least he tries to be discrete about it, having found a bag in which to deposit the contents of his stomach, and he's nice enough to pop off the plane for a few seconds to get rid of it. Upon return, he slinks into the bar and procures a tall, cold glass ( Read more... )

[Isaac is revved up! He's pacing up and down the Plane, shaking out his arms and legs, stretching as he goes along. He's full of energy and looks about as excited and unabashedly hopeful as he did when he first got on the boat way back when. Babi's death is still bugging him, but nothing is going to stomp out this kid's good mood right now.]We can ( Read more... )

[Isaac appears, and he does not look amused at all. In one hand is the crumpled remains of a letter thanks, Axel, the contents of which are responsible for the almost frantic manner in which Isaac is surveying his surroundings.

But on top of that, he just looks exceedingly frustrated with himself.]

I don't need something like this right now...

[Isaac is reading over sea-maps, beer in mug in hand and feet propped up against one of the tables in the bar...but something is ever so slightly off. He's facing the door, and every now and then, he glances up from the papers, and lets his eyes sweep around the room, including the ceiling and below the table. It should be noted that his sword is ( Read more... )

[It's been awhile, hasn't it?

Isaac looks, for all intents and purposes, like a drowned cat. It doesn't help matters much that, when he appears, he's face down and spread eagle. He doesn't move from that position for awhile, but he does roll over eventually. He sighs. It's pretty obvious that he hasn't slept well lately.]

[Hey look! It's Isaac! Who's stumbling around, off balance like he just hit his head. He also looks a bit queasy. And very tired. But after a few minutes, he finds his legs, and his stomach seems to settle, and he plonks down on one of the random chairs around the plane and sighs. This sailing dealie is taking a lot out of him :<]

I need to stop ( Read more... )