Isaac + Open
It was difficult to determine if a fairground was a nightmarish hell or buffet heaven for the sensitive senses of a werewolf. The shrieks of terror and joy as warm bodies filled slippery seats for the attractions that sported varying lengths of lines depending on popularity, contended with the whines and groans of machinery as it worked overtime to produce the exhilarating movement. The plethora of scents that ranged from perfume to sweat to fried delights to emotions that was almost crippling in the onslaught.
Isaac had been managing the distractions rather well in his opinion. Aside from the altercation with Jackson.. But that had ended on a relatively safe note! Although, he had pointed the hothead in the direction of Derek. And well, the rest wrote itself. Jackson had been right. There was nothing better or distinguishing about Isaac. While he had been the first selected.. Erica, Boyd, and now Jackson followed. Each seemingly more impressive than the last. Maybe he was more of a test run, instead of genuinely wanted for what he could bring to the table.
The pack was poorly managed, while there was some concern distributed between Erica and himself, it didn't function as one. Young pups spent more time figuring it out for themselves than receiving true guidance. Isaac had considered taking on a more responsible role, if anything to just have someone to talk about these changes with. He couldn't tell Allison. Not yet anyway. Maybe Scott would be easier to talk to? He wasn't self-centered and always seemed like a nice guy. How was he dealing with being a werewolf?
Isaac had spent the past full moon chained in one of the mausoleums at the Beacon Hills Cemetery, afraid that he'd hurt someone or be discovered. But the security measure might have been misplaced, as he did not rage uncontrollably. Instead it was several hours of reflection, longing for Allison and unable to talk to her as his fingers were too clumsy for the delicate screen of mobile.
In the present, however, Lahey was observing the steady flow of people that flocked towards the rides. Searching, idly, for a select few of familiar faces that might improve the evening.