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fandomtownies2010-06-09 08:48 pm
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The Beach, Wednesday Evening
Rosalind had been seen little and had spoken even less since Sunday. In fact, had it not been for her classes today, she would have been quite—capable—of maintaining her shadow status of hovering on the fringes and indulging in solitude.
It was one thing to be well aware of the casualty rate of your job. It was another thing entirely to learn a version of you was just another death added to that number.
She walked along the beach, lost in thought. There were only two people on the island who might have been able to tell from her expression that something was bothering her, so she felt that it was… alright, to indulge herself like this.
Just walking, under the darkening sky and watching the waves as the wind tugged at her suit and toyed with her hair.
[Open, of course, though she's broody.]
It was one thing to be well aware of the casualty rate of your job. It was another thing entirely to learn a version of you was just another death added to that number.
She walked along the beach, lost in thought. There were only two people on the island who might have been able to tell from her expression that something was bothering her, so she felt that it was… alright, to indulge herself like this.
Just walking, under the darkening sky and watching the waves as the wind tugged at her suit and toyed with her hair.
[Open, of course, though she's broody.]