injectblue (injectblue) wrote in repose, @ 2016-06-20 14:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, helena montgomery, isaiah bishop |
Quicklog: Helena & Isaiah
Who: Isaiah and Helena
What: First night in a new town
Where: The 24-hour grocery store
When: Now-ish
Warnings/Rating: I don't anticipate it?
Boxes unpacked, apartment mostly settled, and Isaiah was still realizing how unfamiliar he was with the whole process of moving. College had been easy - undergrad and post-doc - staying with his mama, because no way was he going to leave her on her own. But with her gone, he couldn't stay in the house anymore. Not with all the memories of her. Of his dad (older though they were). It had taken a long, painful, time to sort through everything, the stuff he couldn't honestly give away gone into storage, and then he'd needed a change.
And a little town was about as changey as he could get from what he'd known. The offer of the new job in the middle of nowhere (his own lab, his own staff, his own research) seemed almost perfect (suspiciously so), but he'd jumped at it. He didn't have much to lose at the moment, and if it turned out to be awful? Well, he could pick himself up again and find a new place to head to. Hell, he could always find somewhere that would take him on to teach at the very least.
It took an entire day to get things settled once the movers had dropped everything off, so by the time Isaiah started thinking about food, it was already well past dark. But one of the surprisingly big-city things about the tiny town was the 24-hour grocery that he now lived above. The choice of apartment was fairly strategic on his part - how often had he gotten caught up in thinking over an equation that didn't want to cooperate and lost track of the time until his stomach reminded him that he was well past his time to eat? Too many by far, so the offer of at least a frozen pizza within a few steps was a temptation he hadn't been able to refuse. Even if it did make him feel like an undergrad again.
He did take a second, as he walked down the stairs, to hope that a black man in a t-shirt and cargo shorts (a little sweaty and dusty from unpacking) wasn't going to cause too much alarm walking into the grocery store at night. He sent a quick thought to his parents to watch over him as he wandered his way into the well-lit store.