A new arrival making a solid effort to beat the nerves eating away at him. Steven Mallory had not found a comfortable frame of mind in his twenty conscious years of life. For now he was sitting on the beach, hunched over the bony knees that were drawn up to his chest like some wounded vulture. God (if there was one) knew he had tried to shape his
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He wants to say that kicking at the beach isn't going to change anything, but everyone has their own coping mechanisms. Dan's just here to make sure he doesn't hurt himself.
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"So why hasn't anyone bothered finding a way off this rock, then?" He ruffled his hair with sandy palms as if itching his own brain for answers.
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"It's not that easy. You'd think it would be, but it's not. And besides, even if you did manage to get off the Island - where would you go? This isn't your home."
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Eventually the laughing subsided. Mallory drew in a breath and sighed. It sounded like it had been held in for years beyond his own.
"You're taking this rather well," he glanced back at the other as he sat down in the sand, arms rested on his knees. "Maybe I'll learn from you."
He sounded half serious. The other half of him was resorting to sarcasm once more.
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He disappears into his shell when the sand starts flying, so if Steven didn't notice the human-sized turtle before, he probably won't notice the large-ish, bright green shell now.
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A few steps shy of the large shell he stopped and laughed to himself. Finally, placing a palm over his face he shook his head.
"Congratulations, Steven, you've officially lost your commission and your mind. Really damn brilliant."
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"Are you done throwing things?" he asks with a somewhat muffled voice.
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By then he had amassed the courage to reach out his hand and touch the shell, knocking on it gently at first. Once he felt the thick exterior he let his palms rest on it as if he were inspecting some fine piece of craftsmanship.
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