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Most nights Chris slept like the dead. Hard days of working under the baking sun, hauling wood and hammering, sweating like a stuck pig and never managing to drink nearly enough water usually left him well beyond the point of exhaustion by the time he and Lennox managed to crawl back to their hut to join the other two. Once there, he would crash spectacularly, drifting into a deep, heavy sleep within seconds of his head hitting the make-shift pillow.
Tonight had been no different. They'd helped Anne finish her hut just after dusk and then he and Lennox had grabbed a much-needed dinner up at the compound before trekking back to the Hamlet to get an early night, both too exhausted to stay awake for very long.
But for some inexplicable reason, he'd woken up a few hours later and, after staring blankly up at the hut ceiling for far too long, he'd gotten restless.
Which is what led to him walking along the beach at Who-The-Fuck-Knows-O'-Clock in the morning (or night or whatever it was since he had no clue), hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans, just enjoying the cool night air. The island felt still and quiet, no sounds from anywhere except the waves crashing against the shore.
It was nice. Maybe he'd have to do this more often.
[Open to anyone. He's feeling very chill right now and would likely be happy to see anyone - new or familiar. Tag-in now or tomorrow or whatever and slow-time is dandy. :D]
Tonight had been no different. They'd helped Anne finish her hut just after dusk and then he and Lennox had grabbed a much-needed dinner up at the compound before trekking back to the Hamlet to get an early night, both too exhausted to stay awake for very long.
But for some inexplicable reason, he'd woken up a few hours later and, after staring blankly up at the hut ceiling for far too long, he'd gotten restless.
Which is what led to him walking along the beach at Who-The-Fuck-Knows-O'-Clock in the morning (or night or whatever it was since he had no clue), hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans, just enjoying the cool night air. The island felt still and quiet, no sounds from anywhere except the waves crashing against the shore.
It was nice. Maybe he'd have to do this more often.
[Open to anyone. He's feeling very chill right now and would likely be happy to see anyone - new or familiar. Tag-in now or tomorrow or whatever and slow-time is dandy. :D]