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Sep. 1st, 2016 03:07 pmEven with Finch here, John hasn't found a way to really relax.
Then again, he doesn't feel as if Harold is particularly relaxed either. If nothing else, he's at least sleeping in the apartment provided to him because Harold has convinced him he should, although he doesn't especially like it and spends most of his days out and about in Darrow, trying to establish what's really happening here or how they might get out, but even after all this time he's yet to come up with anything. If they're being watched, which he's sure they are, he hasn't yet found evidence of who or what might be doing the watching.
So he explores the city. He does it all under the guise of a well meaning detective, affable and prone to smiling. It's a role he doesn't have any real problem taking on, even though whenever people leave him on his own, the smile slides away and his thoughts stray back to everything that's just so terribly wrong about all this.
Today he's in a less populated area of the city. There are still people around here and there, but for the most part the streets are empty. People who live here are at work and there isn't much in the way of any businesses lining the streets, so he's more or less on his own.
A sound distracts him and he pauses, listening, unable to pinpoint what it might be, then decides to follow it. It's as close to a lead as anything else he's seen or heard today.
Then again, he doesn't feel as if Harold is particularly relaxed either. If nothing else, he's at least sleeping in the apartment provided to him because Harold has convinced him he should, although he doesn't especially like it and spends most of his days out and about in Darrow, trying to establish what's really happening here or how they might get out, but even after all this time he's yet to come up with anything. If they're being watched, which he's sure they are, he hasn't yet found evidence of who or what might be doing the watching.
So he explores the city. He does it all under the guise of a well meaning detective, affable and prone to smiling. It's a role he doesn't have any real problem taking on, even though whenever people leave him on his own, the smile slides away and his thoughts stray back to everything that's just so terribly wrong about all this.
Today he's in a less populated area of the city. There are still people around here and there, but for the most part the streets are empty. People who live here are at work and there isn't much in the way of any businesses lining the streets, so he's more or less on his own.
A sound distracts him and he pauses, listening, unable to pinpoint what it might be, then decides to follow it. It's as close to a lead as anything else he's seen or heard today.
