CherryBlossomTea Posted October 13, 2016 Share Posted October 13, 2016 Isaiah Mathews Nickname: Isa or Baby face Mathews Age: 30 Orientation: Closeted Bisexual Likes: To read, To order take in, Watching old movies, People with a sense a humor (though he'll deny it), Cuddling (though he'll deny it) Dislikes: Anything overly sweet, being forced to go out (wasn't always the case), Not being respected, Being out of his element or feeling like he has no control over the situation he finds himself in Personality: A very jaded man. Isa is moody and stand offish and doesn't like having to talk to people outside of his job, but he wasn't always like this. Back in his younger years he was a snarky fun loving guy, who took joy in adventure. Now with his wife gone he is lonely and bitter. Bio: To Be Revealed in the Rp " Almost home Isaiah, almost home... " This was what Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links. kept repeating to himself as he cruised down the road, a burning cigarette hanging from his lips. He found this to be an almost daily ritual as of late. His law firm would have him stay a few extra hours which would leave him stressed out, and in need for a smoke. It wasn't as if hated his job as a Defense Attorney, no he was very much passionate about his profession, he just hated having to socialize with people longer than needed, or rather longer than what he felt was needed. Man if his wife could see him now, she might have ask him where her real husband was at. He wouldn't have blamed her, Isaiah had changed...it just wasn't the same without her and after 5 years of marriage he would never get use to coming home to an empty house. Even if she had died 3 years ago... Isaiah raised up his free hand so that he could pull the waning cig from his mouth, blowing out a long trail of smoke out his barely cracked car window. Almost there the man thought, he was so close just a few more miles and- There was a loud thud and Isaiah screeched his black Mercedes to a halt. That was really loud thud...he prayed that meant he had hit a deer or something...He was quick to unlock the door, step outside into the nighttime air, and run over to the front of the hood. What he was staring at was definitely not a deer. " Shit! " Isaiah pulled out his phone and quickly began to punch in those three life saving numbers. " 911 operator what's your emergency? " " Hello, There's a kid out here and he's hurt pretty bad I think! Send someone to Elk Street please! " Isaiah voice was trembling along with his limbs. The operator woman told him to stay calm and to not hang up, like a dog Isaiah obeyed her commands. Within seconds he was on the his knees feeling at the male's neck. There was pulse, he was alive at least for now. " Help is coming kid... " was all Isaiah could say. He was too in shock to apologize at the moment and he was distraught over the fact that he could have or even may have committed murder. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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