Pricked by the sand.
It was the sort of day that lent itself to taking long walks off the worn paths and playing in the sand without any worries or thoughts about other obligations.
Jonas found himself really happy and relaxed as he laid on the beach. The sun was the perfect temperature and wouldn't curse him with sunburn, so he sat on the beach in only a pair of swimming shorts he was told were called "trunks" and played in the sand.
The sand moved between his fingers as he dug into it and moved the tiny sand particles into a big pile. It was starting to look like a castle. Jonas laughed as some sand whirled up in the wind and caused him to shield his eyes.
Just as he was going to add a tall turret to the sand-castle, Jonas felt something sharp at his half-buried hand. It was a tiny prick, not enough to do serious damage, but certainly enough to raise concern. After digging around the area of pain, Jonas sat, terrified of what was before him.
He had uncovered in front of him, the tools from the Release Room. The sand-covered syringe reflected metallic fear into Jonas as he stood, staring down at the tools.
((Jonas has just found his item. It'll be quite an experience. ST/LT, any and all tags are welcome!))
Jonas found himself really happy and relaxed as he laid on the beach. The sun was the perfect temperature and wouldn't curse him with sunburn, so he sat on the beach in only a pair of swimming shorts he was told were called "trunks" and played in the sand.
The sand moved between his fingers as he dug into it and moved the tiny sand particles into a big pile. It was starting to look like a castle. Jonas laughed as some sand whirled up in the wind and caused him to shield his eyes.
Just as he was going to add a tall turret to the sand-castle, Jonas felt something sharp at his half-buried hand. It was a tiny prick, not enough to do serious damage, but certainly enough to raise concern. After digging around the area of pain, Jonas sat, terrified of what was before him.
He had uncovered in front of him, the tools from the Release Room. The sand-covered syringe reflected metallic fear into Jonas as he stood, staring down at the tools.
((Jonas has just found his item. It'll be quite an experience. ST/LT, any and all tags are welcome!))