Room 502 - Morning
Jake's mood had been spiralling down with every day that passed. A combination of not being able to change and whatever was going around the island had him on edge more than he could afford.
He'd moved to sit on the floor of his room, a newspaper spread out in front of him as he chipped away with his knife at a piece of wood. He didn't even know what he wanted to make, he was just trying to clear his mind as his hands repeated the same movement. Not that it was doing a whole lot of good, and if he could just change and run things would be better. Except that he still had to wait a few days and he shuddered as he remembered the pain of that last change.
No, changing was out for now. Maybe he should find Professor Skywalker or Sergeant Angua, but she'd taken off as well. Not that it would be impossible to track her.
Now why again had he insisted on coming back?
[Open door and open post. Warning, he's a cranky pants right now.]
He'd moved to sit on the floor of his room, a newspaper spread out in front of him as he chipped away with his knife at a piece of wood. He didn't even know what he wanted to make, he was just trying to clear his mind as his hands repeated the same movement. Not that it was doing a whole lot of good, and if he could just change and run things would be better. Except that he still had to wait a few days and he shuddered as he remembered the pain of that last change.
No, changing was out for now. Maybe he should find Professor Skywalker or Sergeant Angua, but she'd taken off as well. Not that it would be impossible to track her.
Now why again had he insisted on coming back?
[Open door and open post. Warning, he's a cranky pants right now.]