Ismael finally decided that installing a moving curtain would be nice as it could open up and move how they would need it to. This allowed for Ismael to set it up so it somewhat cut off a corner of the room so Kisha would be at some peace as she didn't see everyone else change. Ismael layed on his bed staring up at the ceiling as he began wondering, 'Man, wouldn't it be great to find a teammate would stick around for longer than a month. I'm starting to think a year is wishful thinking, maybe 2 months might be more reasonable. Well at least we're having a better run with Kisha'. As Ismael rolls his body over towards Nathan as he looks towards him and starts to think, 'Man, will we catch a break? Nathan is getting the shit end as he is being forced to being a leader to a team of misfits thrown together, with members joining and leaving constantly, and consistency is not a word known to this group'. Yet, he did understand the feelings Nathan has, they both walk a similar path and are both usually thinking the same thing and have rubbed off on each other, even to the point where sometimes they agree more often than they realise. Yet, they still differ on things, Ismael thinks Video games suck, but Nathan loves them. Well this is also the difference in skill, but that still doesn't change his opinion. Still, they met in such strange circumstances, Ismael was in a strange state, his uncle played along along and didn't bat an eye at him, people yelled, some shot, and still he found many friends, yet Nathan was the one to stay.
Marigold was there later, an amusing person who wasn't afraid to set him straight and was there for him, yet she eventually left. Fortune and Mauve were there, two amazing people, yet they even left. Yet, Nathan a completely average man was still here, and that always will put some awe into Ismael's mind as he thinks of where each person comes from. Even from his own upbringing, Nathan is the most normal, yet abnormal at the same time. It was, refreshing to Ismael anytime he thinks of the world, his situation, or even when he is in a bad mood, Nathan is just some normal guy and he goes through the same thing I do, the same situation I'm in, and he goes head on, I was raised in the wilderness, and born to be strong, what do I have to complain about? Ismael had a slight smile beneath his white mask. As he begins to shift his body towards the voice of Kisha, his black long sleeve straightens itself and his black pants do the same. His gloves are off and shows very intricate weaving of bandages on his hands and forearms, which begin to rub his defined legs which lie underneath black pajama pants. Which underneath lies more bandage wrappings all the way to the tips of his toes covering a good percentage of his body. As Ismael hears Kisha's question, he sighs as he runs his hair as he says, "Well a guess could be based on the track record, high and noble. We still haven't had one of those yet".
Ismael looks over to Nathan as he says, "Well, what do you think? Also five bucks he's shorter than Kisha".