Who: Isaac and Allison What: Someone's been setting traps again When: Nowish Where: The woods near the projects Warnings: Shouldn't be any
Isaac shoved his hands into the pockets of his coat as he made his way through the woods. He was taking a walk while Destiny entertained a client, which he always did. It helped him clear his head after Destiny's last exercise of reaching out to Dick Roman in purgatory. While he'd made it through the exercise, it had left him a little shaken. He'd held his ground and stood up to his former tormentor of sorts, but it had left him a little off, it had gotten to him more than he'd hoped it would. He was almost done though, he felt, and he would be going back to the prison. Back to his pack and his friends. If they'd have him, that was. After the way he'd treated them all, under Dick's influence or not, he couldn't help but carry the guilt of it all. Not to mention the way he'd been a complete douchebag and just turned his back on his pack and abandoned them like he had.
Especially Cora. He felt like a total tool for the way he'd treated her. Isaac just hoped they could at least be friends after everything. He made a mental note to try and reach out to her and see if she would even talk to him. It was because he was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't see the trap until it was too late. One minute he was walking along, thinking about how he was going to fix all the shit he'd screwed up and the next minute, the world tilted and Isaac was hanging upside down.
He let out a groan and just hung there for a minute in disbelief, the snare around his ankles, wondering how the hell he was going to get out.