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[28 Jul 2013|07:20pm] |
Who: Sean Kavanagh OT: Anyone in T30 & Holt Tower
Where: Holt Tower → Bookstore
When: Sunday, July 28th @ 4:26pm
Rating: PG
Status: In Progress Complete
It was a typical afternoon for Sean who was spending it in the quiet of the bookstore, although it was really more of a library considering no one really bought the books. The system was more akin to a library where people came, took a book, and brought it back once they were done. But, Isaac wanted to maintain some sense or illusion of normalcy so there were store clerks that worked the bookstore and since Sean had worked in one before things went to shit... There he was, sitting behind the counter dressed in a light green v-neck t-shirt, black jeans, a chain wallet, and his cane leaning against the wall behind him. The only thing that was not typical of Sean's appearance was the baggy, hooded sweatshirt he huddled into and the sunglasses on his face.
The redhead had a migraine the size of Texas, or at least that was how it felt to him. One could assume that Sean overdid it last night with partying at the Bridge, but he and Daniel had not stayed long after Isaac was done with them. Instead, they'd gotten roped into an evening in with one of their neighbors and ended up falling asleep on the couch. They woke the next day to a dreary, cloudy, and chilly day. Nature sometime had an effect on psychic energy and that day and Sean was feeling it. Most of these days, Sean could keep the worst of the flow of images at bay thanks to the nullifying presence of Daniel, but due to the change in weather... The psychic energy made it difficult to keep his mental shield in place and his headache had started out manageable enough, but as his shift wore on it got increasingly more difficult to block everything out and his head suffered the consequences.
Sean wanted nothing more than to seek out Daniel before dinner, wrap himself up in the other boys arms and sleep for a bit. Any relief that could be afforded, the redhead would be grateful for it. Green eyes darted to the clock on the wall and Sean inwardly groaned. There was at least 30 minutes left of his shift. Thirty minutes before he could hobble out of the store and that was only if the person relieving him was on time, which Laurie, a mother of two, was notoriously late. Sean heaved a sigh and readjusted the hood to block out more light.
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