Leonard's first thought upon awakening and finding himself surrounded by a party was what a piss-poor afterlife this was for someone who had died under the circumstances he had died under. Not that he didn't begrudge the others here for celebrating, but that simply wasn't where his thoughts were bent. His mind was concentrating on the dark thoughts that had plagued him before his final day. At first he stayed near the shore, but his trousers were getting wet and sandy at the hems, and the glowing algae stuck to the fabric. This was aggravating. He didn't want to pass through this party, but circumstances seemed to be dictating it.
So he wandered up from the shore, past the revelry, past the crackling of campfires and flickering of tiki torches, all the way to where the sand ended and the trees and brush began. Here there were two Adirondack chairs angled toward each other with a standing cooler full of dark-colored bottles between them.
He frowned. He didn't want to sit in that style of chair, but his knee joints were complaining that he'd been on his feet for so long. He hung back for a moment, but looked around—everywhere else were people gathered, and he wanted to be alone. He walked over to the cooler and plucked a bottle out. Sitting down on one of the chairs, he popped the top on the bottle and pulled a drink from it. It was rum, spicy and sweet.
Spiced rum had been Allison's favorite.
Leonard looks at the bottle for a moment, then abruptly throws it into the woods.
Growing Pains
Leonard had fallen asleep in the cleft of a tree near the beach. He awoke in terrible pain. He hadn't noticed the flowers around him when he'd fallen asleep here, but the fact that they seemed to be coming out of his own body now as well wasn't escaping him.
He groaned, sitting up, and started plucking the flower buds off his skin. This did nothing but exacerbate the pain, but he stubbornly persisted.
To his dismay, the snapped stems soon began to bud again very quickly. At this point he makes a loud exclamation of dismay and starts to rush to the shore. He's unsure what he thinks getting in the water will do to help, but at least it'll be something different.
The Director | Red vs. Blue
Leonard's first thought upon awakening and finding himself surrounded by a party was what a piss-poor afterlife this was for someone who had died under the circumstances he had died under. Not that he didn't begrudge the others here for celebrating, but that simply wasn't where his thoughts were bent. His mind was concentrating on the dark thoughts that had plagued him before his final day. At first he stayed near the shore, but his trousers were getting wet and sandy at the hems, and the glowing algae stuck to the fabric. This was aggravating. He didn't want to pass through this party, but circumstances seemed to be dictating it.
So he wandered up from the shore, past the revelry, past the crackling of campfires and flickering of tiki torches, all the way to where the sand ended and the trees and brush began. Here there were two Adirondack chairs angled toward each other with a standing cooler full of dark-colored bottles between them.
He frowned. He didn't want to sit in that style of chair, but his knee joints were complaining that he'd been on his feet for so long. He hung back for a moment, but looked around—everywhere else were people gathered, and he wanted to be alone. He walked over to the cooler and plucked a bottle out. Sitting down on one of the chairs, he popped the top on the bottle and pulled a drink from it. It was rum, spicy and sweet.
Spiced rum had been Allison's favorite.
Leonard looks at the bottle for a moment, then abruptly throws it into the woods.
Growing Pains
Leonard had fallen asleep in the cleft of a tree near the beach. He awoke in terrible pain. He hadn't noticed the flowers around him when he'd fallen asleep here, but the fact that they seemed to be coming out of his own body now as well wasn't escaping him.
He groaned, sitting up, and started plucking the flower buds off his skin. This did nothing but exacerbate the pain, but he stubbornly persisted.
To his dismay, the snapped stems soon began to bud again very quickly. At this point he makes a loud exclamation of dismay and starts to rush to the shore. He's unsure what he thinks getting in the water will do to help, but at least it'll be something different.