#isolaevent08subsistence p1

[workaho1ic]

@baddestdangerboy

“ You...are not one of my students are you? “

Seiichirou’s squinting behind the lightly crackled glasses, looking at the young man huddled behind the university gate, looking... tad nervous, Seiichirou thinks. 

“ Now my memory isn’t like it used to be... “

Not quite true, rather it’s almost sharp as ever, despite the growing age. 

“ Smoking isn’t allowed in the premises. There’s a spot behind the gate at the back. “

[anglerfishnabe]

@heclingmuzik​

“ Oh it’s you. “

She wouldn’t know him though. Unless she goes to certain dentist at Fibonacci she won’t even recognize him. Regardless, Ogata jumps in through her window. He’s on the run. 

“ If you want to keep it simple let me stay or a bit, will you? “ he says, as he slooowly removes the rifle from his shoulders, very pointedly but not quite pointing yet. 

[workaho1ic]

@dicuori​

Seiichirou can only withhold a sigh.

Having finished writing the problem he’s disheartened to notice no hands rising. He knew the class was demanding in nature but this time he couldn’t help but wonder if there was something wrong with his teaching methods after all. 

He’s about to turn to write out an explanation but as he turns he finally sees somone’s hand risen. Seiichirou frowns a little, he thought he had all his students memorized but this one... 

He clears his throat. 

“ My memory isn’t as is used to so pardon me for not recalling your name -- do you have a solution? “

[anglerfishnabe]

@burnedpage​

Nothing really ever went the way he wanted it to - he might have gotten a good shove of the back of his rifle at the guy but the three others hadn’t taken too kindly to it and neither had the barkeeper. 

So now he was there down at the ground, surprised they hadn’t taken the rifle from him, just emptied the bullets inside the shop. 

He hadn’t noticed he’d audience until now though.

“ What are you staring at, geezer? You know the other geezer or something? “ he said referring to the old version of himself. 

[anglerfishnabe]

@doodledsuit​

On the first week of getting out Ogata hadn’t been contacting a soul, as he’d been preparing papers and such. This was surely nothing new as he’d only barely even told anyone about getting imprisoned, let alone reasons. The reason hadn’t been all that dramatic but Ogata liked to keep people guessing. 

This went for the intern too. As he had to hand over the clinic to someone Trey knew about the prison but otherwise Ogata had been very tight-lipped about the situation, not to mention he needed someone to handle the cats. 

He’d call again at 10 pm Saturday evening, telling that they should meet and aside the meeting place no information was handed over, no thanks no nothing. 

“ On time as always “, he says after having the other wait him for 20 minutes. He takes his seat at a corner of a quiet but fairly neat bar at the edges of Fibonacci Ward.

“ Either way, I’m starting work again tomorrow. “

[workaho1ic]

@rxsurgcnt​

Weary of the day’s work Seiichirou finds himself from a park staring at the lawns of green, spaced out. He can’t help but think of how the age has gotten him. People older than him would likely tell that there’s a whole life ahead of him and he supposes that’s true but it’s not that he particularly wants anything new. It’s been suggested that he should take hobbies or something. He’s tried stamp collecting but it just became one task along others that immediately dropped off from the priority list, falling into a corner on the shelf to collect dust. 

They even suggested painting... Now Seiichirou doesn’t know about that he’s never been artistic type and he’s quite fine as such he thinks... It should be left for the passionate ones, like this woman that sits there stone throw away from him with her canvas. Seiichirou can’t quite make out what she’s painting from where he’s sitting though.

“ ...my eyes aren’t quite as they used to be. Is that a scenery you’re painting there? “