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First Person (entry type):
[the sound of his voice cuts in sharply, nearly mid-word, and all that's visible is a man from the neck down, dress shirt, buttoned, but not looking pressed]
-re? I know I had it last night. Just... [it's a slightly annoyed tone, but he blames that on the headache that is slowly creeping in on colossal in size]
No... I'll find it. [he's suddenly aware of the laptop being not only on, but the webcam open and online -- which... makes him cant his head to the side and glance over to where he thought Claire had been standing]
Claire? [called out to the other room... where she's probably looking for the bottle of aspirin]
I think you left your... thing... on. [he's clicking around on it trying to get the thing to turn off] How do you...? I can't get it to stop.
Third Person: This is a prompt I wrote in my other Nathan Journal, it's in regards to a canon event during Season 2:
Parkman has the answers right behind that damn door. The little girl, stuck somewhere in her mind, is back home and he's just standing there. Hesitating. Nathan knows that hesitation, that fear of what isn't known. He's been blinded and paralyzed by it, following orders because he figures that's the only way to survive.
He can fly for Christ sake, and yet he's been in the same spot as Parkman... stuck without knowing if what he's about to do is the right choice or not.
Studying his face, he can almost watch the gears grinding to a sudden halt. The only thing trying to force them forward is curiosity and a need to fix his family. That is the motivation behind every action he's seen so far. Fixing something... someone... trying to change events so that something can come of it in the end.
Standing in the hallway, though, isn't going to get them anywhere.
It won't even get them into the apartment, that might not even have the answers they're looking for, but it's a start.
That hesitation is there and Nathan knows it's not going anywhere on it's own. The fear of what could be has gripped too tight, and Nathan can sympathize with him for the lack of wanting to move.
CONTINUED...
First Person (entry type):
[the sound of his voice cuts in sharply, nearly mid-word, and all that's visible is a man from the neck down, dress shirt, buttoned, but not looking pressed]
-re? I know I had it last night. Just... [it's a slightly annoyed tone, but he blames that on the headache that is slowly creeping in on colossal in size]
No... I'll find it. [he's suddenly aware of the laptop being not only on, but the webcam open and online -- which... makes him cant his head to the side and glance over to where he thought Claire had been standing]
Claire? [called out to the other room... where she's probably looking for the bottle of aspirin]
I think you left your... thing... on. [he's clicking around on it trying to get the thing to turn off] How do you...? I can't get it to stop.
Third Person: This is a prompt I wrote in my other Nathan Journal, it's in regards to a canon event during Season 2:
Parkman has the answers right behind that damn door. The little girl, stuck somewhere in her mind, is back home and he's just standing there. Hesitating. Nathan knows that hesitation, that fear of what isn't known. He's been blinded and paralyzed by it, following orders because he figures that's the only way to survive.
He can fly for Christ sake, and yet he's been in the same spot as Parkman... stuck without knowing if what he's about to do is the right choice or not.
Studying his face, he can almost watch the gears grinding to a sudden halt. The only thing trying to force them forward is curiosity and a need to fix his family. That is the motivation behind every action he's seen so far. Fixing something... someone... trying to change events so that something can come of it in the end.
Standing in the hallway, though, isn't going to get them anywhere.
It won't even get them into the apartment, that might not even have the answers they're looking for, but it's a start.
That hesitation is there and Nathan knows it's not going anywhere on it's own. The fear of what could be has gripped too tight, and Nathan can sympathize with him for the lack of wanting to move.
So, he knocks for him.
Because, that's the sort of man he is today.