[40: action/video] clear the wreckage from the blast
[If you guessed that Jack's response to being uncomfortable with a given situation was to head to the beach, you guessed right! He'd come out originally to watch the fireworks going off near the hills, and the colors were awfully pretty. Even the sounds weren't so bad, at first. But over time, with darkness pressing in, the whistles and bangs divorced themselves from their reality and became unpleasant echoes of frag grenades and molotov cocktails. And he tried, really tried to maintain, because can't something just be fun for once?
Apparently not. He's fled out onto the damp sand. His pants are rolled up, and he's cooling his feet in the surf. He's been much worse. His eyes are a little staring, his posture a little stiff. His face is slick with sweat, but he's relatively calm. Beside him, a pair of cigarette butts and a half-full beer bottle are dug into the sand, a sign of how he's been passing the time.
It's not so bad. From here, the sounds are unpleasant but not panic-inducing, and he can still see the lights. He's starting to think he wouldn't mind if someone else came along and joined him, so he switches his communicator on and lets it sit, picking up the glow of his third cigarette and his silhouette.]
Apparently not. He's fled out onto the damp sand. His pants are rolled up, and he's cooling his feet in the surf. He's been much worse. His eyes are a little staring, his posture a little stiff. His face is slick with sweat, but he's relatively calm. Beside him, a pair of cigarette butts and a half-full beer bottle are dug into the sand, a sign of how he's been passing the time.
It's not so bad. From here, the sounds are unpleasant but not panic-inducing, and he can still see the lights. He's starting to think he wouldn't mind if someone else came along and joined him, so he switches his communicator on and lets it sit, picking up the glow of his third cigarette and his silhouette.]