Castles in the Sand
Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2018 3:39 am
((Bill Davis continued from ))
Following having been forced out of the first decent conversation he'd had on the island by a (very annoying and inconvenient) danger zone announcement by Danya, Bill's wanderings took him...over the hills, through the woods, and just about everywhere else except his grandmother's house. Or, for that matter, anywhere else he actually wanted to be.
Though it was a mediocre-at-best substitute, the beach was going to have to do. Having been unable to keep up with his temporary companions when they scattered, Bill found himself alone on the northern beach of the island, sitting and watching the waves roll in for a while. Every-so-often he checked his surroundings, to try and make sure he wasn't going to die from being snuck up on. His shotgun was beside him as he sat there, trying to sort out his life...and trying to figure out if he wanted to monologue into a camera for a few hours. For the moment, though, Bill is just looking out at the ocean, stuck in a sort of reflective reverie and smoking a cigarette.
Oh, and below him, on the beach, is the most impractical of things: A sand city of sorts he built in a particularly sandy patch above the water, surrounded by a sand wall. It's not too good as Bill has been lacking any tools to build a proper sand castle, but it gave him something to do other than talk himself into insanity while waiting far from the nearest trees and other hiding places. It's not like he's running around, building traps for other people or trying to play hunt-down-and-kill-my-classmates, so...why not? It's the only trip to a "real" beach he's ever going to get, after all...and his gun has been at the ready the whole time, fully loaded just-in-case.
Following having been forced out of the first decent conversation he'd had on the island by a (very annoying and inconvenient) danger zone announcement by Danya, Bill's wanderings took him...over the hills, through the woods, and just about everywhere else except his grandmother's house. Or, for that matter, anywhere else he actually wanted to be.
Though it was a mediocre-at-best substitute, the beach was going to have to do. Having been unable to keep up with his temporary companions when they scattered, Bill found himself alone on the northern beach of the island, sitting and watching the waves roll in for a while. Every-so-often he checked his surroundings, to try and make sure he wasn't going to die from being snuck up on. His shotgun was beside him as he sat there, trying to sort out his life...and trying to figure out if he wanted to monologue into a camera for a few hours. For the moment, though, Bill is just looking out at the ocean, stuck in a sort of reflective reverie and smoking a cigarette.
Oh, and below him, on the beach, is the most impractical of things: A sand city of sorts he built in a particularly sandy patch above the water, surrounded by a sand wall. It's not too good as Bill has been lacking any tools to build a proper sand castle, but it gave him something to do other than talk himself into insanity while waiting far from the nearest trees and other hiding places. It's not like he's running around, building traps for other people or trying to play hunt-down-and-kill-my-classmates, so...why not? It's the only trip to a "real" beach he's ever going to get, after all...and his gun has been at the ready the whole time, fully loaded just-in-case.