Who: Rob, Max, Johnny, and Bobby. What: The Seattle Times hires a photographer. Where: Seattle Times When: Friday, 9 AM. Warnings: Crazy. Mayhem. Swearing.
Rob would have gone to the Times on Wednesday, but the illness which had grown since being bitten by the spider didn't seem good. His vision continued to be off whenever he put his contacts in and things continued to be too loud. Heading out into the city to get supplies, settle things, attempt to get his photos developed didn't help matters. Perhaps it was paranoia, worse since his Uncle's death, but he could almost sense when people got too close to him on the streets. He kept to his apartment, ditching the contacts as he was in close quarters and making a point of not putting on any music. He unpacked, poked around on the forums, and tried to find out what he could about Humanity from it's own perspective versus that colored by the Creations.
What he found out didn't say much, but he got caught up on pop culture changes and current events enough to fake it. Come Friday morning, he was beginning to feel more comfortable in his own skin. He grabbed his only suit from his closet, packed up his portfolio and camera, and practiced a well-trained smiled for the mirror. It came out more as a blurry grimace. After checking his watch, he decided to forgo the contacts - and reminded himself not to put them back in. Every time he did it felt like little hooks were going into his eyes. When he could afford a visit, he'd go and switch back to glasses. It wasn't worth it anymore. The fact that his sight was better was a small detail he hadn't figured out yet.
He grabbed his bag, setting out for the Times. He'd located it a few days prior and getting in wasn't too difficult. The lady at the front desk managed to get him to 'Max Main' (he'd done more reading around on the forums to get that) and her desk. Checking in with her would hopefully be a better start to an already iffy day. The few hints on Mr. Gallagher weren't enough to make him look forward to the interview, as much as he needed it. He wove his way through the maze of cubicles, dodging anyone rushing by with a story to type at their computer before coming across Main and Copeland's station. Rob's steps slowed and he took a deep breath before stepping around the partition. "Hey, I'm looking for Max Main? I'm Robert Russo."