Dec 01, 2007 00:32
There was snow.
That wasn't the only thing on the island that had changed, but it was the one thing that meant the most to Joe and for a moment, before he went inside the Compound, he stood in the snow and closed his eyes and breathed in the cold, biting air. If he concentrated hard enough, he could hear the whispering of windshield wipers moving over the glass, he could hear the low hum of the van's engine. It existed only in his head and only for a moment, but it was enough.
Heading inside, Joe kicked the snow off his boots and headed for the Council office. Since his talk with Logan he'd been thinking about ways to try and get people to feel more comfortable with expressing their opinions. More than anything, he knew it was important that people told the Council what they wanted because they weren't a government and they weren't a fucking dictatorship. Logan had suggested putting something in the paper, but Joe wasn't so sure he wanted to write anything that would end up there, mostly because he still fucking hated the media, but there were other options. There had to be.
Sitting down at the desk, Joe looked at for just a moment, wondering what the fuck he was doing here, but he had to hold office hours. That was part of the job and he didn't mind it so much, he'd just rather be outside doing somewhere. Enjoying the snow, even if he'd never call it that.
The snow was a strange part of home. A part of him.
[Joe is in the office; come throw Council issues at him or just come in and throw snowballs at his head instead. He'll take either.]
ray kowalski,
outspan foster,
william bush,
penny sparks,
council,
eostre,
joe dick,
dale cooper,
logan echolls-harkness,
horatio hornblower