fandomtownies | The Beach, Friday Evening

The lone figure standing on the beach probably wasn't a stranger to anyone prone to frequenting it at times of night. With little regard to the festivities happening on the island, Cable stood alone, staring silently into the waves.

If anyone had the guts to ask, he would've told them that he wasn't brooding. Maybe there were just a couple of things catching up with him, or maybe he simply had his eyes set on the far-away future--

Or maybe he just liked the sound of the waves, crashing on the beach. His coat wafting ~~dramatically~~ in the wind, however, was the only thing that moved about him. He was good at hard-to-read.

[ open, i suppose, to whoever might hang out on the beach'o'brood during or after the party. not that cable is a social animal ]