Post by possimember on Sept 12, 2010 8:27:26 GMT -5
(andthewavebreaksagainstmyface)
STORM growls slightly, rolling over... and a mouthful of sand is his prize. His eyes flicker open, and he feels a shiver run through his body; not of cold, but of bareness. He rolls onto his back and sits up; he is completely naked save for his white trunks boxer shorts (thank heaven).
He spits on to the sand, trying to clear his mouth of the material, while trying to think where he is. His environment his sandy.. and several metres away is the sea. Palm trees cast shade nearby. The sun beats down on him, warming and tanning, not yet strong enough to burn his flesh.
His head pounds. He knows not how he got here but knows he must find his clothes, or at least SOME clothes, for he can't walk around naked. Although he had seen no sign of human life he always woke up near it, and in the distance he could hear the playful cries of children and teenagers. He needed clothes.
And his weapons. God, he needed those more.
And so Jun gets up, his arm muscles bulging slightly as he pushes on the sand, his calves pumping. Where the hell was he going to start?
notes - he's nearly naked. don't piss him off, he may have a short temper.
song - cherry waves, deftones