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fandomtownies2009-12-28 09:58 am
unborn-renegade.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomtownies2009-12-28 09:58 am
The Beach, Monday Morning
So Jak'd promised Tara he wasn't going anywhere right off the bat. Then last night, he'd found his phone. This morning, he'd found a message.
The phone had been stared at. He'd had no idea what to say, so she just got a message that was... a message. He had no clue what she was expecting, but he had a hunch it wasn't what he was.
It was all still too weird. Too... off, or something. As soon as dawn had breached, Jak had left his comfortingly sulphuric room to make his way down to the beach, securing his Morph gun on the way. Leaving it behind already felt strange, like there was something missing at his side while he was in the dorms.
He knelt down, and shoved the butt of his gun into the sand. And looked up at the sky.
Strange.
[[ open beach, open post ]]
The phone had been stared at. He'd had no idea what to say, so she just got a message that was... a message. He had no clue what she was expecting, but he had a hunch it wasn't what he was.
It was all still too weird. Too... off, or something. As soon as dawn had breached, Jak had left his comfortingly sulphuric room to make his way down to the beach, securing his Morph gun on the way. Leaving it behind already felt strange, like there was something missing at his side while he was in the dorms.
He knelt down, and shoved the butt of his gun into the sand. And looked up at the sky.
Strange.
[[ open beach, open post ]]