Who: Izsak Darcy and Open. What: Izsak is trying to understand something. Where: The top of Tower Place 100. When: Friday, January 28th: 11:38am. Rating: At least PG:13 Completion: Incomplete.
Izsak being who he was, was many things. He was rude. He was blunt. He was most of the time emotionless. If emotion was conveyed, it was often rage, fury, or anger. He didn't understand human feelings such as sadness, love, or fear. He often kept a cool temperament, despite his very easily short fuse. But in this certain social experiment he was conducting, consisted in some simple steps. First step was a rather tall building. Well that was easy. Tower Place 100. Like in the painting of a woman falling to her death. Though on her face wasn't fear, it wasn't joy. It was fascination. Wanting to reach the many people below.
After a short work to the top, and some minor damages to doors, and door jams, Izsak found himself at the top of the building. Wind gusting around him and his hair. Wearing faded blue jeans, a black undershirt accompanied by a black button up shirt. The long sleeves were rolled up his forearms, and black boots to help him keep his feet sturdy while finding his perch. Of course, Izsak knew there was going to be legal actions towards him. So, Izsak was sure to make a quick call to a certain lawyer of his. Izsak would feel some kind of sympathy for Harry Carr, but that just wasn't in him. Walking to the ledge, Izsak planted a firm boot on it. Next he lifted himself up to stand at the edge of the ledge to the twenty-nine story building. Wind was whipping around his body. A cool breeze and he could almost feel himself flying. Looking down to the ground, he could see so many small people.
It wasn't ten minutes when he saw the first set of flashing lights. "Interesting. This is going to get," Izsak smirked. "Very interesting." Guess Harry was going to have a nice little time explaining this one. As Izsak was thinking. He was many things. Suicidal was not one of them.