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fandomtownies2013-01-07 12:47 pm
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The Beach, Monday Afternoon
Normally, Jack wasn't the sort to stick around in one place for long. His first class wasn't supposed to be until Wednesday, he'd never really pictured himself going to school in the first place, and just sitting around with nothing to do for a few days on end wasn't generally his idea of a great time. He'd have taken off right after the picnic, as a matter of fact, except that this place intrigued him.
Heck, it had surprised him. He'd had more conversations on Saturday at the picnic than he'd had in the three centuries since the Moon had told him his name and then left him alone to figure out everything else for himself. He liked that. So... maybe he was going to stick around to see what those classes were like, after all. Even if the handful of people that had seen him, the people who believed in him, were all that ever did, that was something worth sticking around for all the same.
He was grinning to himself as he mulled that over, walking along the shoreline and letting the freezing Atlantic water splash up around his bare ankles. Every so often he'd laugh, swinging his staff down through the waves, seeing how many droplets he could freeze before they fell down to the sandy beach. It wouldn't keep him occupied until Wednesday, no, but it wasn't a bad way to spend an afternoon.
[Ooc: I'm home sick and the internet is mostly functional, so open for people who can and can't see Jack all the same!]
Heck, it had surprised him. He'd had more conversations on Saturday at the picnic than he'd had in the three centuries since the Moon had told him his name and then left him alone to figure out everything else for himself. He liked that. So... maybe he was going to stick around to see what those classes were like, after all. Even if the handful of people that had seen him, the people who believed in him, were all that ever did, that was something worth sticking around for all the same.
He was grinning to himself as he mulled that over, walking along the shoreline and letting the freezing Atlantic water splash up around his bare ankles. Every so often he'd laugh, swinging his staff down through the waves, seeing how many droplets he could freeze before they fell down to the sandy beach. It wouldn't keep him occupied until Wednesday, no, but it wasn't a bad way to spend an afternoon.
[Ooc: I'm home sick and the internet is mostly functional, so open for people who can and can't see Jack all the same!]