fandomtownies | The Beach, Sunday Morning

Jak's first night on the island had been pretty restful. Of course, he hadn't exactly packed a lot to take with him (and he wouldn't be surprised if somewhere, Samos really wanted to lecture him for diving into things unprepared) so moving in hadn't exactly cost him much. Still, his roommate was cool, and people so far seemed to get him, so that worked out.

The Precurian-to-Roman alphabet translation chart that Samos had given him was even accurate. The old man hadn't spited him that much, which was good. And his roommate was cool.

All of this didn't mean that Jak didn't feel slightly homesick in the morning. In order to alleviate that, he made his way down to the beach, the wrappings around his feet pulled back enough to let his toes stick out and push through the sand as he walked.

He wondered how far he could swim without any Lurker sharks popping up (did they have Lurker sharks here?) for a few minutes, then got distracted by jumping and climbing up a few rocks near the coastline. The weather might not have been what he was used to, but otherwise, he managed to create a credible illusion of being back in Sandover. That was good enough.

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Triela couldn't precisely take her morning runs with a sling and a splint, but habit (and an irrational need to push herself) had her out in the morning anyway. She'd tightened the sling all the way to hold her arm against her body, and she was managing a rather credible sort of jog.

Well, considering she couldn't bend her right leg it was credible. Though the sand of the beach was giving her some trouble since she couldn't stop her foot from dragging through it.

Jak had just jumped up onto a rock with an impressive double-jump (well, he thought it was impressive, which was what mattered) and he didn't notice the girl dragging her foot across the beach in a way that implied she was injured until he'd turned around.

And frowned at her. Did she need some assistance?

Triela had sharply honed senses focused on knowing when someone was watching her. Jak also had some rather hard-to-miss hair. She slowed her jog (not because she needed a break, of course, she was just being friendly) and waved up at him.

"Hi. You must be one of the newbies."

Jak nodded at her in answer, but his eyes had been pulled to her foot. He frowned at it. Maybe it was just a thing?

She was waving. That was a good thing, so he was just going to take that as a no in the assistance department. He hopped down to a rock on a lower level, perfectly balanced.

So he was one of those athletically talented people. Triela could appreciate that.

"You settling in okay and everything?" she asked with a small grin, part of her attention on keeping her breathing smooth and even.

He shifted all of his weight onto one food just for the sake of being able to do it, and grinned lightly. Jak was settling in just fine; he'd even made a spot for himself here on the beach.

He lifted his eyebrows in question, which might have been a you?, or a reference to her foot, or anything, really.

"Don't talk much, do you," she smirked. She lifted her good arm to wave away his concern. "I'm fine. Just got into a fight." Won a fight, if she wanted to be precise about it.

Hey, that was fair enough. Jak would let that go.

He nodded again, then hopped off that rock, skidding onto the sand with maybe a little more drama than strictly necessary, and came to a stop about a foot or two away from her.

"You jump around a lot, don't you?" Triela asked. She had one eyebrow quirked in a sort of amused tolerance in case her tone didn't make it obvious.

That sounded like a cue for him to pose, though. Heroically. Hands on his hips. Of course he jumped around a lot; it was training, and it had proven to be very useful in the past.

She couldn't help but chuckle at that. "Yeah. You'll fit in around here, I suspect."

That was a good thing, right? Jak was going to grin on that count. And... maybe steal another look at her foot. She was going to be fine with that, right?

"It's fine," she repeated. "I'll get it replaced sometime next week."

He blinked. Replaced? He shot her a curious expression.

Well. Half-curious. Half-concerned. Whether the concern was for her physical or mental wellbeing was in the middle, really.

"Parts of me are mechanical," Triela explained.

Which might n ot have been all that helpful.

Jak rubbed the back of his head, then pointed at a... tree.

Like a wooden leg, or something?

Triela frowned. "What?" She tried to puzzle out what he might mean. The idea that he wanted to climb said tree was a bit too much of a nonsequiter.

With a sigh, he pointed at the tree again, then tapped his leg, on the exact same side as where hers appeared to be damaged.

"Oh. A wooden leg, you mean?" She grinned and shook her head. "Nothing quite so crude. I'd show you, but it's a bit awkward with only one arm."

So probably something like Precursor teech. Okay. He nodded, lowering his foot back into the sand (and, once again, enjoyed the feel of the grains between his toes). He lifted his chin, and smiled at her.

As long as she could handle it? Awesome.

She grinned back. "Do you have a name? Or do I just call you the quiet one?"

Jak held up a finger. Hold on.

He reached into his pocket, and pulled out yesterday's mussed-up name tag (which, thankfully, someone else had filled out for him) and held it up.

"Jak." She grinned. "Guess I'll see you around, then, huh?"

He grinned back, and gave her a thumbs up.

With, yes, the nametag still attached. Don't judge.

"I'm Triela, by the way," she grinned as she started her awkward jog again.

The Beach, Sunday Morning

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