The Beach, Sunday Afternoon
Kate was having a picnic for one on the beach.
Or she'd just wandered here, decided this was as good a place as any to have some snacks, and sat down. Or maybe this was all just a session of moping around, taken to the beach instead of her room because she did have some consideration for her roomie.
All a matter of your point of view.
Main thing was, she was here, sitting on the sand with her legs crossed, a bottle of soda in her hand and her bag open beside her. She fiddled with her cellphone for a while, but it was pointless. The one person she really felt like calling wasn't exactly available for phonecalls. Probably wouldn't be for a long time to come, either. And it was weird to think about that here, of all the places on the island.
So she put the phone back in her bag, and just stared out towards the water.
[ooc: Open place in town is open, yup, and so's the post.]
Or she'd just wandered here, decided this was as good a place as any to have some snacks, and sat down. Or maybe this was all just a session of moping around, taken to the beach instead of her room because she did have some consideration for her roomie.
All a matter of your point of view.
Main thing was, she was here, sitting on the sand with her legs crossed, a bottle of soda in her hand and her bag open beside her. She fiddled with her cellphone for a while, but it was pointless. The one person she really felt like calling wasn't exactly available for phonecalls. Probably wouldn't be for a long time to come, either. And it was weird to think about that here, of all the places on the island.
So she put the phone back in her bag, and just stared out towards the water.
[ooc: Open place in town is open, yup, and so's the post.]