IZAAK JOHNSON. 22.Starry nights city lights Coming down over me Skyscrapers, stargazers in my head Are we we are, are we we are The waiting unknown This dirty town was burning down in my dreams Lost and found, city bound in my dreams / Forget me nots, second thoughts live in isolation Heads or tails and fairy tales in my mind Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown The rage and love, the story of my life The Jesus of suburbia is a lie
She’s about to tell him that it can’t be that– or that if it is, she definitely has no way of being able to tell what with her less-than-four months of current spy training– when he finishes his sentence, and a bright laugh comes out instead. “I kinda grew up in private schools,” Priya admits naturally, only realizing how spoiled she sounds after the fact as she brings a hand to her mouth and meets Izaak’s gaze. “Ohmygod… I’m the tool they think I am.”
“ oh okay , kinda ? you’re all casual about it and shit. kinda . ” his tone is mocking , but only in a playful manner , just like his exaggerated eye roll ; a retort aimed at her latter admission . “ no , you’re good . ” a hand waves , his lips pushed into the position of a frown as he shakes his head . “ just don’t act surprised when i’m kinda at your door in the middle of the class war . ” a risky joke as he wasn’t certain how she’d take it , hence the “ i’m just playing . ” that quickly slipped out , letting the jest be evident with the smile on his face . “ cool , isn’t it ? ( different walks of life ) yet we both ended up here . being judged by roseville folks who think we’re pricks . ”
LOCATION & & WITH WHOM : : LIBRARY W / ANYONE - OPEN TO ALL @gallagherstart
“Shit!” Eyes widen as the fresh cup of coffee stained their book, luckily it wasn’t a school owned book but it was their personal favorite. Les Trois Mousquetaires, a copy that they owned practically owned their entire life. One that their grandmother gave them when they were so young, was now ruined by a cup of coffee that they accidently knocked over. “Uh, do I–” With such urgency, Monique opened their book bag, in hope that there was something to clean the drink up. There was but only a couple of napkins that they snatched up from the dining hall. They placed the napkins on top of the spillage that had got on the table, frowning deeply as it wasn’t enough. “Hey, you,” Monique called out, eyes falling on the person walking by them. “Do you have any napkins on you? I made a bit of a… mess while I was reading.”
IF THERE WAS ONE THING izaak loved , it was being distracted when he was trying to work . that may have sounded like sarcasm but it was true . nothing was better than someone procrastinating FOR YOU . his attention reverts to monique when she calls to him , she needed not to explain before he jumped into action . “ oh shit ! ” he says as he explains , timbre still in a habitual whisper to abide by the library rules . “ i got you . ” and whilst he spoke like he had a magical way of drying her book off ; he grabs the book from the table , allowing the excess liquid to fall on to the floor ( probably much to the faculty’s dismay ) . “ what happened , your book need a lift or something ? ” his lips curl upward , reacting to his own joke . “ it didn’t get enough sleep last night ? ”
@gallagherstart ; location: grand foyer after the thanksgiving feast
“Is it just me, or do they kind of look at us weird?” Priya asks under her breath as she watches the last of the Roseville residents exit the main entrance. “Like, I know we must look like a bunch of tools in a fancy private school but still.” Only some of them are tools.
HIS EYES FOLLOW where priya’s were , able to ignore the homework sitting on his lap at last . “ what , you think they know ? ” a drop in his timbre , an attempt to sound serious for this moment only. “ bout my intolerance to lactose ? ” it was an attempt to get a smile out of the other , allowing a chuckle to fall from his own lips. “ nah , i bet they just curious , you know ? shit before here i never seen a private school in real life . ” he pauses to consider the latter , tilting his head . “ or they think we’re tools. ”
⌠ AUBREY JOSEPH, 22, CISMALE, HE/HIM ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, IZAAK JOHNSON! according to their records, they’re a FIRST year, specializing in LINGUISTICS, CULTURE, & ASSIMILATION (LCA) CLASSES;; and they DID NOT go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of ( a rose among thorns, a kind heart beating beneath an athlete’s jersey, a longing to be better than before ). when it’s the taurus’ birthday on 04/26/1997, they always request their PORK-INFUSED COLLARD GREENS from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation.
tldr; soft guy who thinks he’s funny, doesn’t want to be here and likes to make people laugh. @gallagherintro
TW: DEATH, SUICIDE IMPLICATION
A LITTLE BACKGROUND INFO
to put it frankly this wasn’t his first choice. while his parents were spies, his older brother was the one interested in following their lead. izaak was accepted into a few universities to get a degree in computer science. his brother was his hero. he was smarter than him, funnier than him, faster than him, but it wasn’t enough for izaak to resent the guy: he admired it.
unfortunately that admiration came to a halt when his brother passed away a few months after izaak’s graduation. it shattered the entire family. he doesn’t talk about it much, but all of his acceptance letters grew dust on them as he decided to leave school alone for some time while he helped out with the family. izaak, essentially, picked up all of the broken pieces. he never had much time to mourn. on the days where his mom can’t get out of bed, he’d make her breakfast and clean the house. on the nights when his dad was sleeping on the couch because grief caused a strain in his marriage, he would bring him an extra blanket.
it took a few years for izaak to feel better enough to get back to school but by then all of his top schools no longer cared to have him join after his disappearance, which is when his mother brought up Gallagher Academy, throwing in the fact that that’s where Michael was planning on going to as well. so he obliged. not for himself, or even his brother, but for his parents. perhaps if he stepped into the shoes of his older brother, it would fix things.
SO BASICALLY, he’s here reluctantly. he got accepted due to his excellent computer skills, finding it quite easy to adjust to a life of hacking, but he truly doesn’t feel like he belongs. perhaps a part of him is slightly self-righteous, he just believes he should be at one of the many ivy leagues that wanted him.
HEAD CANONS
- he’s very soft
- like... doesn’t know how to defend himself. he doesn’t want to either. he believes there’s a million other things to do before violence.
- cries a lot, talks about his brother a lot - not about what happened but he’ll bring him up in conversation, he realized that his brother was such a heavy part of him, he doesn’t know his own identity without him.
- enjoys giving hugs and making people laugh, he has a dark sense of humor but not the horrifically offensive kind. just the “let’s drive off this bridge together” kind.
CONNECTIONS. (will add more later)
exes exes, exes !
people who knew his brother, his brother went to a spy school!
devil on his shoulder, this person may be the polar opposite of him but for some reason they click.
“You had a sensitive nervous system. You had an enhanced reaction to reality. You were very affectionate. You appreciated things. You appreciated them more than other people. You practically went into trances of rapture. You wanted the world to be better than it was.”
— Margaret Atwood, from Moral Disorder and Other Stories; “The Headless Horseman,”
(via violentwavesofemotion)
