Seamus Collins

【𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕀𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕀𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣】- Seamus Collins of @ABBOTT_INDUSTRY Read: tl.gd/n_1sqrqkm

"Can't very well represent the company lookin' like we've dragged through hedges backwards, can we?" Faintest hint of a smug smirk.

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-- calendar. He hopes there's nothing pressing oncoming in the next few weeks of his life...

--- subtle, yet unmistakably foreboding air about the head of the DPG. Whatever she was here for, it certainly wasn't to arrange a friendly round of drinks. One hand grasping his mug and the other rubbing at his forehead, Seamus settles into his chair and flicks open his --

-- in the hallway and found himself pondering while the kettle boiled, turning over why she might be here, and what she and Hamish (for, indeed, he presumed that his old friend was the intention of her visit) might be discussing. Whatever that may be, he'd sensed a rather --

-- out of a particularly trying meeting with the supervisors in the department, Seamus slings his sleek, grey suit jacket onto a hook and starts brewing himself some tea - essential fuel for a mind worn down by stress like his right now. He'd seen Miss Dearing passing by --

-- place afloat. The Isla Nublar project had been one that gotten such a sense of pride and accomplishment among the team, that this huge and tangible mark of their efforts had centre stage in the world. Well, it still did. But for all the wrong reasons. Having just come --

-- belly-up, the buck stopped firmly with you. And while Seamus wasn't exactly in completely uncharted territory in the current day, trying to keep the research team buoyant as morale started to flag, there was a sense of a slow puncture in the balloon that was keeping the --

Being the man in charge gave so much more weight to one's actions. It was the epitome of a double-edged sword. On one side of the blade came the confidence and the motivation that one's position of power inspired. The other side bore the cold-cut fact that when things went --

For a man as intelligent as I'm meant to be, I am *horrible* at packing for tropical islands. Pants do *not* do well in this weather.

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[@DareTolnnovate] -- mild degree of apprehension, soon he would be setting foot on Isla Nublar once again.

[@DareTolnnovate] -- away at all, and he needed to find his effects in amongst the madly organised clutter. Soon, he thought with some --

[@DareTolnnovate] -- small laugh to himself, he sobered up once again, and began tidying his workspace up some. His flight was not long --

[@DareTolnnovate] -- though, he couldn't help but leave him with one parting jab. “Just keep the extinguisher handy, eh, bud?” After a --

[@DareTolnnovate] -- resolve fast, made him draw up that bit taller as he watched Hamish take his leave. Seeing his friend walk away, --

[@DareTolnnovate] -- reality needed to shift from its seat in the back and take the wheel for a while. It was that thought that set his --