Ethan J Lang (tam_lin) wrote in marchenlogs, @ 2012-02-21 22:27:00 |
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Over time, you could train your eyes to adjust to the soft squirming of the monitor screen. At first, Ethan Lang had suffered through severe headaches from watching those little screens…a blunt pain that grew in the temple, and any eye drops he used to try and assuage the strain but they simply caused the surrounding skin to swell to a light red. So Ethan had simply powered through, watching the monitors intently whenever he wasn’t on patrol. Now, he was used to it.
More people hung around the museum at night than anyone would think. They were kids, mostly, with no intention of breaking in and stealing the Egyptian artefacts. They just wanted somewhere to drink and throw their cans, and the steps of the museum were a great place if you didn’t want to be disturbed. Whenever this would happen, Ethan would simply take the long way around and flash his torch while calling out. This would make them scatter and he hadn’t needed to confront anyone just yet.
Security wasn’t the job Ethan would’ve chosen, but it was available and it was what he was good at. It was all he was good at…staying quiet and refusing to be intimidated. When you spent years in the company of murderers, sometimes mass murderers, you had two options: go insane from the fear, or let the fear shrink. Ethan still wasn’t sure which one had happened, but it felt like the second option.
Of course, the most obvious sign of insanity was self-delusion.
Ethan was still in his uniform, with a coat pulled over it and a heavy grocery bag tucked under his left arm. The sun was still rising, the building shapes cutting the flow of light.
Ethan was proud of his new home. It was altogether a better and more unique place for his sister, who needed somewhere nice. After all she’d been through, she deserved it. Ethan reached the front door of the building.
He was still busy getting money together, trying to make everything nice for when his sister got home. Because it had to be good for her. It had to.