Ismael may be unfamiliar with the area still, but that doesn’t mean she should just sit at home doing nothing. There’s no worry or fear of getting lo–okay, maybe just a little bit. Maybe she’s a little worried, but she tells her self this every day since arriving: Can’t let worry and fear get in the way of exploring new areas!
She won’t let it get to her. She’ll explore as much as she can if only to familiarize herself more with the different branches and wards that Spirale has to offer.
She wakes up this morning, and usually Ismael is an early bird, waking up as early as 5 to 6 AM. She’s been outside just looking around since 7:30 AM. At this hour it’s not as busy. People are either still indoors or they’re sleeping.
Around 9 AM is when she’s decided to take her short jog. She doesn’t have a soccer ball so kicking a ball around hasn’t been a thing since arriving. She misses it, BUT hey, at least she still has her violin. If she wants to exercise, she can just run until she can find a baseball or a soccer ball to play with.
Ismael has some pretty good endurance. She can run for awhile, but….she slows down her jog and starts walking. Popping the cap open to her water bottle, she takes a big swig of it, but careful because she doesn’t want water to go down the wrong hole. “AH, that hit the spot.” From her distance, she can see the dog. Good dog, GOOD pretty doggo and Ismael finds that she can’t hold in her excitement! The owner and his dog is walking the same pathway and soon she’ll get to ask if she can pet the dog. She doesn’t see the dog wearing a ‘service animal’ logo, but she still should ask. Once they’re near and the man reacts the way he does, she assumes he didn’t see her coming. “’Ey, are ya alright?” His question about who would put a trashcan there earns a light chuckle, “I don’t think they thought about someone potentially knocking it over, hehe!” Wait….Hold up.
“….” She’s staring at him. She’s DEAD staring right at him. “Uh-uhm…Hey, so…I just gotta ask, this is crazy and all, but uh….And I’m sure you probably get this a lot.” Ismael lowers her eyes to look at Lucky then she’s looking back at the man, “you reeeeeeally look like someone…You ever get that?” SHE WANTS TO ASK SO BAD.
Clint brushes himself off, “I’m just peachy.” It was just a little tumble he’s seriously had so.. so much worse. Thankfully the bin wasn’t too full, but he did have to scoop down and throw some items back into the can after sitting it upright again. He doesn’t catch the tone in her voice but the hard stare is noticed as he stands again after picking up Lucky’s leash.
“Huh?” He kinda doesn’t get that a lot, but- “I’m a white male with short blonde hair and blue eyes... I look like a lot of other white guys with blonde hair and blue eyes.” He didn’t have any unique look to him and now that he’s looking at her she doesn’t look familiar in the slightest. Clint was good with faces, he’d know if it was someone that knew him... usually. He curious though. Clint lingers and strokes the stubble on his chin. “So what’do’ya got then, who do I look like?”
