Post by Alain Merrick on Aug 14, 2017 11:19:23 GMT -5
The early shifts at the hospital were always the worst for Merrick because he often found himself reading and studying well into the night. However, the constantly fluctuating work schedules had provided plenty of opportunity to adjust. As a result, he was awake and well rested at four in the morning, a full two hours before the start of his next shift. Never one to waste time, he was out the door in a matter of minutes and on his way to the division commissary for breakfast. He had always heard that it was the most important meal of the day, but it was a human reference. Merrick actually preferred lunch. A large breakfast simply made him feel sluggish. So after a few nibbles of this and that, he was onto his next destination, the library complex. He was marching through their doors by half past four and was sitting at a table in secluded corner within minutes. Atop the wooden surface were a number of open psychology texts as well as his most recent notebook. What he knew about the physical structure of the brain had been insufficient in solving the riddle of soul siphoning and the random hollow deaths. Now he was trying to look inward to the mind and how it functioned. Perhaps the answers to his investigation rested there.
Time passed too quickly when Merrick was in such a focused mood. Maybe this explained, at least in part, why he was obsessed with the concept of time and his control over it. He had tried to halt or slow its movement. He even had ideas of rewinding it completely at one point. Unfortunately, all of his experimentation had ended in utter failure. Barring a revelatory development, his only option was to not waste the time which he did have. In this endeavor, he was quite successful. So while he prided himself on being ever observant of the wider world outside of himself, moments of intense concentration often left him oblivious. As such, he was incorrect when he thought he was alone in the library with no one, but the lone member of staff. Of course this wasn’t a problem in the library where the dangers were nonexistent or at least minimal. Yet it still illuminated an innate nature or habit which he had yet to break. In the future, Alain would discover that this was the primary cause behind his limited and slowly improving sense detection ability. Thus, upon finishing a lengthy note taking passage and lifting his head to stretch his arms, he grew annoyed to find someone in such close proximity to his person.
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Time passed too quickly when Merrick was in such a focused mood. Maybe this explained, at least in part, why he was obsessed with the concept of time and his control over it. He had tried to halt or slow its movement. He even had ideas of rewinding it completely at one point. Unfortunately, all of his experimentation had ended in utter failure. Barring a revelatory development, his only option was to not waste the time which he did have. In this endeavor, he was quite successful. So while he prided himself on being ever observant of the wider world outside of himself, moments of intense concentration often left him oblivious. As such, he was incorrect when he thought he was alone in the library with no one, but the lone member of staff. Of course this wasn’t a problem in the library where the dangers were nonexistent or at least minimal. Yet it still illuminated an innate nature or habit which he had yet to break. In the future, Alain would discover that this was the primary cause behind his limited and slowly improving sense detection ability. Thus, upon finishing a lengthy note taking passage and lifting his head to stretch his arms, he grew annoyed to find someone in such close proximity to his person.
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