fandomtownies | A secluded spot on the beach, Monday evening

Annette sat near the shoreline and allowed the water to lap over her bare feet. She didn't feel the cold, she didn't feel much of anything, not even her own misery. Maybe a little bit of her own misery. It was why she was here after all.

Her small metal trash can sat between her legs and the only thing in it was her journal. Taking out the matches she brought with her, she struck one and tossed it into the can. Her journal lit up and started to burn and she just stared at it. At all the years worth of writing that was now being destroyed.

"My life is a soap opera," she mumbled and pulled out the bottle of prescription pills from her coat pocket. Staring down at them, she felt the fire burn hot, the light from it making her face glow. She took two and then used her cell to place a call. "Hey, it's me. I don't think these are strong enough..."

[It's a public place, so it's open. Just might be kind of hard to find her unless you spy the fire. She's melancholy, just so you know in case you try to talk to her.]

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Jack was bundled up against the cold, wandering around. He was getting worried about Annette. She wasn't anywhere he could find her, and after last night--

He was worried.

Annette hadn't noticed anyone wandering around. She was wrapped up in her own little world of 'Everyone hates me and I hate everyone omigod'.

Sigh.

Jack kicked at the ground...and...saw a fire in the direction he was kicking.

As he got closer, he could tell there was a person.

An Annette-shaped person.

"Annette!" He broke into a run.

She didn't even look over when her name was yelled out. She was just staring at the fire, her feet in the water, shivering.

He almost collided with her from the running and the bad-at-stopping. "Annette!" he said, reaching out to shake her shoulders.

"What?" she said softly, going along with the whole shaking shoulders thing. She glanced up. "Oh. Hi, Jack."

"Annette! You're freezing. Here, take my jacket," he said, shucking it off, leaving him standing with a ridiculous scarf around his neck. "What are you doing out here?" He peered at the wastebasket.

She didn't move to accept or decline the jacket, she just looked back down into the burning trash can. She reached out, dropping her empty pill bottle, adding it to her burning journal. "Just getting rid of junk."

He draped it around her torso. "C'mon, let's get you back inside. You can get this stuff later. Or not, if you're burning it. Annette? Annettte!" he said, trying to reach out to her, break through the fog.

"Okay," she said, not much caring. "But I don't want it. I'm burning it. It's... I hate it."

"Then let it burn," he stated, trying to get her to stand. The hell was she thinking? "Let's get you back into the dorm, okay? Warm up by a fire or something, get you into some nice jammies. Yes? You'll come with me?"

She sighed and just nodded, allowing him to help her to her feet. "They're kind of numb, Jack?" Annette stood still and looked down at her bare feet.

"Can you walk?" he asked, taking out his Emergency Mittens, which were an old pair of socks. They were clean, but had holes in the heels. Hey, truckers aren't rich, but they are inventive. Even if they're proto-truckers.

"Here, keep your feet warm," he said, putting them on. "You want me to carry you back?"

Annette didn't...she seemed out of it.

She shrugged a shoulder and did her best to hold still for him. "I could just sleep out here..." she mumbled.

Jack picked her up as delicately as he could. "No sleeping out here. That would be bad. Very bad," he said, starting an easy jog that would be fast without all the jostle-y.

If he'd have to, he'd stay up all night with her. Not dirty, even.

Annette curled in against his chest. She was light, tiny, and hopefully not a bother.

She was asleep in just under two minutes.

She's not too much of a bother. The stairs weren't a fun task, but soon they were in her room as Jack prepared the two of them for bed.

[is this okay? you want me to leave it here or change it?]

[it's fine! thank you!]

A secluded spot on the beach, Monday evening

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