the preserve ; sunday evening
Things had looked bleak earlier, hadn't they? Well, fear not loyal viewers! It was impossible to kill off a fan favorite (hey, there'd been a poll in TV Guide, okay) and not receive major flack on social media. For that reason alone, Flick was back. Or was he?
In fact, he wasn't Flick but someone who bore a striking resemblance to him due to major plastic surgery. Flick was well and truly dead and Jon, as this person was known, was alive and well. He'd avoided the claws of a werewolf and hadn't fallen in love with someone so weak and murderous.
No. Jon was the token tall, dark and mysterious stranger who'd done some research on Google and found a picture of Flick. Flick's father being a presidential contender meant Flick's face was plastered all over news media before he'd been shipped away. And that was how Jon came to be wearing his face.
Today, was his first day on the island and he was about to emerge and look shadowy while standing in...shadows. Right now, he was leaning against a conveniently huge tree while he rubbed at his new face. No one could know what was his face truly looked like or who he truly was.
He was wearing the face of a dead man for a reason. Jon was the guy in the cheap leather jacket with the gel in his hair and the permabeard on his face. Once he had him figured out, you'd learn you didn't know a damn thing.
[Open, if anyone's out in the preserve, sure sure]
In fact, he wasn't Flick but someone who bore a striking resemblance to him due to major plastic surgery. Flick was well and truly dead and Jon, as this person was known, was alive and well. He'd avoided the claws of a werewolf and hadn't fallen in love with someone so weak and murderous.
No. Jon was the token tall, dark and mysterious stranger who'd done some research on Google and found a picture of Flick. Flick's father being a presidential contender meant Flick's face was plastered all over news media before he'd been shipped away. And that was how Jon came to be wearing his face.
Today, was his first day on the island and he was about to emerge and look shadowy while standing in...shadows. Right now, he was leaning against a conveniently huge tree while he rubbed at his new face. No one could know what was his face truly looked like or who he truly was.
He was wearing the face of a dead man for a reason. Jon was the guy in the cheap leather jacket with the gel in his hair and the permabeard on his face. Once he had him figured out, you'd learn you didn't know a damn thing.
[Open, if anyone's out in the preserve, sure sure]