Isaiah Ellis (hauntedlife) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-07-30 00:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | isiah ellis, ivy evans |
WHO: Isaiah and Ivy
WHAT: Random run-ins
WHERE: Wandering around the grounds
WHEN: Friday, before carnival hours
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In progress
Isaiah's days had been balanced, though he wasn't sure if he liked it or not. Staying in the same trailer as Mia was calming to him. He woke up and saw that sweet smile each day. Heard that wonderful voice. It made a certain calm spread over him rather easily. But that calm wasn't always maintained. When he was away from the half-mermaid, Isaiah's usual tendencies took over. The watching, waiting and anticipating that revolved entirely around Aubrey. Seeing her around on the midway made his blood boil. And their direct confrontations? Only made the problem worse. They argued easily. Exchanged insults and malicious words. And then, on those longer interactions when Isaiah couldn't stand being around the black dog any longer, he made another attempt at killing her and having her out of his life.
But the bitch always came back, no matter what he tried.
But even as he'd wallow in the anger and hatred he felt for Aubrey, Mia had a way of calming him down and making him forget, at least for a while. Now, though, she wasn't around. And Isaiah was left alone with his own thoughts. He sat around his side of the trailer, examining the shining blade of his hunting knife. His thumb ran over the sharp edge of the blade again and again, leaving a thin red line on the skin as blood dripped down. That same desire to bring harm to that damned black dog cropped up in him again. Isaiah sheathed the knife, getting up and leaving the trailer.
He wasn't entirely sure where he'd find Aubrey right then, so he simply started walking with no true destination in mind. His features were pulled into a look of quiet concentration. Letting the rage show through on his features was a recipe for getting caught, to be sure. His hands were slung into the pockets of his jeans as he walked. And his mind? Concentrating on certain enemies of his.