03-13-2014, 02:10 PM
Continued from Connor Kent Biography
Connor walked away from the grocery store, bag in hand. 5 months he had been here. He’d thought that he’d be able to meet with someone at the Facility- get some information about the sickness. But after months of speaking to one underling after another, after getting shunted off to various departments, finally an administrator, Constantine, had shut him down. The Facility was not sharing their information or research with anyone. Any further inquiries would put him in danger of being investigated- with deportation back home the best of all possible outcomes.
Suddenly, coming here seemed like a mistake. That initial anger and sense of purpose- the drive to find answers for what happened to Hayden- slowly had dissipated with each failure. And in its place a gaping hole grew larger and larger. He missed his son so badly. What would answers do for him anyway? Hayden was gone. My son is gone. That overwhelming feeling of loss overtook him for a moment and his eyes teared up, blurring his vision. He just wanted to lose himself in the rum he had bought. It would be only a matter of time before Ivana told him he had to leave anyway.
He had no business being here. No business being anywhere.
No business being.
Connor continued down the street and turned a corner-
-and stopped. There standing with a sword in both hands was a small woman. Behind her stood a larger dark man, with another man off to the side. They were scanning the rooftops fearfully, looking this way and that.
Connor’s mind tried to process what he was seeing. All he could think of was “Everything alright?
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Edited by Connor Kent, Jun 20 2014, 08:26 AM.
Connor walked away from the grocery store, bag in hand. 5 months he had been here. He’d thought that he’d be able to meet with someone at the Facility- get some information about the sickness. But after months of speaking to one underling after another, after getting shunted off to various departments, finally an administrator, Constantine, had shut him down. The Facility was not sharing their information or research with anyone. Any further inquiries would put him in danger of being investigated- with deportation back home the best of all possible outcomes.
Suddenly, coming here seemed like a mistake. That initial anger and sense of purpose- the drive to find answers for what happened to Hayden- slowly had dissipated with each failure. And in its place a gaping hole grew larger and larger. He missed his son so badly. What would answers do for him anyway? Hayden was gone. My son is gone. That overwhelming feeling of loss overtook him for a moment and his eyes teared up, blurring his vision. He just wanted to lose himself in the rum he had bought. It would be only a matter of time before Ivana told him he had to leave anyway.
He had no business being here. No business being anywhere.
No business being.
Connor continued down the street and turned a corner-
-and stopped. There standing with a sword in both hands was a small woman. Behind her stood a larger dark man, with another man off to the side. They were scanning the rooftops fearfully, looking this way and that.
Connor’s mind tried to process what he was seeing. All he could think of was “Everything alright?
”
Edited by Connor Kent, Jun 20 2014, 08:26 AM.