<div class="floatleft">(http://elorien.net/Suggested%20Adoptables/Ryan_Kwanten.png)</div><strong>Name: Isaac Thornton</strong><br/><strong>Position:</strong>Intern<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Employee Lounge<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>What's in the picture, plus pants<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Isaac wandered into work, wearing clothes he'd found in the closet at the house that the driver's license he'd found in his pocket said belonged to him. A creepy old woman without a face helped him pick them out, though he didn't remember her all that well. He still didn't remember who he was, but there were only a few pictures on his dresser and most of them of just himself holding empty air as if posing with it. Isaac assumed he had an invisible friend and had continued to work.<em>It was really nice of that hooded figure to let me know about this internship,</em>he thought as he walked into the station. One of the walls to his immediate left was bleeding, but it didn't bother him. He put a wet floor sign he found nearby in front of the slowly growing puddle that formed under the bloody waterfall and headed towards the employee lounge.<br/><br/>He saw a few notes unevenly spaced along the walls and read them as he walked by, but didn't pay much attention to them; if they'd been addressed to him then they would have had his name on them. He skirted the door to Station Management's office and entered the employee lounge, apparently walking into the middle of a conversation. Not wanting to interrupt, he sidled over to the coffee and poured a cup. The steam formed strange runes, but didn't all coffee? He heard mention of the new doctor in town and he frowned, shaking his head.<br/><br/>"That guy is such a jerk, almost as bad as Steve Carlsberg," he commented, "though I haven't made up my mind whether or not if he's as bad as the Apache Tracker." He stopped speaking, wondering how he knew those names or why thinking of them made him want to open the fridge and punch whatever was scrabbling around inside. He shook himself and held out a hand to the room at large, a smile plastered on his face. "Isaac Thornton, new intern."