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Open/locked?: open
Who: Jack and whoever else
What: arrival
Warnings: none most likely
If anyone happened to be anywhere near the beach they would be in for quite a show. There was a short burst of light behind the low hanging clouds followed by a shadow of a shape quickly streaking towards the water. Was it a bird? Or... A person??
Jack wasn’t sure what happened, one second he was speeding over the ocean, the next, he was suddenly tumbling through the air. “Um, wind?! A little help here?!” But there was nothing, no supporting cushion of air or reassuring whisper through his hair, just the rushing in his ears of freefall. He clutched his staff tight. At least he appeared to be much closer to shore than he’d thought. In fact it almost looked more likely he’d faceplant into the sand than the waves. He flattened out his body to try and slow his descent, it wouldn’t do much, but better than nothing.
He hit the sand hard, hard enough that if anyone had been watching and figured he was a normal human, they would probably be very worried. As it was, it certainly knocked the wind out of his lungs, he certainly felt it, but it was nothing he couldn’t get back up from.
After a second to catch his breath, he groaned and sat up, confused as he realized he didn’t recognize the beach. He hadn’t been everywhere in the world, but he’d been most places enough to recognize them, and the grey beach certainly didn’t look or feel anything like the tropics. “Real funny, wind!”
He’d lost his grip on his staff at some point, so he clambered to his feet and went to looking for it. Anyone coming up to him would find a teenage boy wandering the beach, barefoot in nothing but a blue hoodie and a pair of brown capris, his hair an unusual icy white. Though, he didn’t appear to be all that cold.
Who: Jack and whoever else
What: arrival
Warnings: none most likely
If anyone happened to be anywhere near the beach they would be in for quite a show. There was a short burst of light behind the low hanging clouds followed by a shadow of a shape quickly streaking towards the water. Was it a bird? Or... A person??
Jack wasn’t sure what happened, one second he was speeding over the ocean, the next, he was suddenly tumbling through the air. “Um, wind?! A little help here?!” But there was nothing, no supporting cushion of air or reassuring whisper through his hair, just the rushing in his ears of freefall. He clutched his staff tight. At least he appeared to be much closer to shore than he’d thought. In fact it almost looked more likely he’d faceplant into the sand than the waves. He flattened out his body to try and slow his descent, it wouldn’t do much, but better than nothing.
He hit the sand hard, hard enough that if anyone had been watching and figured he was a normal human, they would probably be very worried. As it was, it certainly knocked the wind out of his lungs, he certainly felt it, but it was nothing he couldn’t get back up from.
After a second to catch his breath, he groaned and sat up, confused as he realized he didn’t recognize the beach. He hadn’t been everywhere in the world, but he’d been most places enough to recognize them, and the grey beach certainly didn’t look or feel anything like the tropics. “Real funny, wind!”
He’d lost his grip on his staff at some point, so he clambered to his feet and went to looking for it. Anyone coming up to him would find a teenage boy wandering the beach, barefoot in nothing but a blue hoodie and a pair of brown capris, his hair an unusual icy white. Though, he didn’t appear to be all that cold.
